I Think I Might be Part-Hermit

While Libbie's apparently been away at her month-long camp, I've been achieving great things, like watching old(ish) movies and reading a bunch of books. I'm certainly 'living the life' (of a hermit). Regardless, I also got the chance to start Doctor Who, and I have a feeling a certain someone who also posts on this blog will be pleased to hear that. (Three seasons in four days, Libbie. I'm going mad.)

Considering that we haven't yet heard back from Libbie, let's all assume she's being held captive by aliens that live in MI. (I can't remember what state that is, for shame.) So, instead, let's chat about summer homework.


Summer homework is a treacherously terrible thing that I've recently been introduced to. I've actually not got much, compared to a few of my friends. (One of them is taking a two-year course in high school, so she's got a number of full papers due first day of school.) Still, doing three different maps of Europe's been driving me a little batty, and I now know more about the society in the time between the fall of the Roman Empire and the Renaissance than I ever really cared to know.

Of course, I'm not suffering alone. There's a good forty or so other kids being driven up numerous walls by European maps and the Holy Roman Empire in my school, too. Misery does love its company.


Just like Libbie, my life this summer's been relatively boring as well. So, I see your adorable kitten and raise you a baby hedgehog.

What about the Vegetable Farmers?

We have this thing in prospering nations called fooditis (that is the official name). Basically we eat things such as meat and oil and it is bad for us and it gives people heart disease and dilates your arteries and cases many different types of cancer.

At least that is what I heard from this documentary called "Forks Over Knives".

In other news . . .
I'm at a month long camp at a University in MI. We're staying in these dorms. I know two people here, my roommate was late, and it is a huge campus. It's a little overwhelming, but I think I'll survive. If you don't here back from me, I probably died (or it was an average month in which I posted once).


I just got back from my grandmother's house.

This has been my life. 

Considering how boring it has been, I will leave you with pictures of adorable kittens.

 

An Ode to Pig Farmers

I have something very important to post about today. It's so important, I illustrated it myself.


Today, I would like to bring to your attention a group of people who are often not thought about, yet are critical to the general well-being of the universe: pig farmers.

Why yes, I am an artist.

Pigs are incredibly dirty, stinky, nasty creatures. They look adorable when they're clean, sure, but pigs are never clean.

Of course, pigs also make fabulously delicious food, in forms such as ham, bacon, and the like.

Which means that, in order to get the yummy food, those pig farmers have to put up with those smelly, dirty pigs. I've learned this after having to babysit pigs myself.

Thank you for what you do, pig farmers. Thank you for putting up with pigs so the rest of us don't have to. You're awesome.