Raptured? Nope. Still here.

I wonder if anyone even reads this? Either way, I think I'll still write in it. I find the urge to write a lot... though I definitely don't like the idea of being a pretentious-asshole-blogger who uses their blog as another form of masturbation. So to speak. Though at the same time, I do plan to write about myself. So... am I a hypocrite? Probably.
As we can see, the world didn't end, even though Harold whatshisface Numnuts claimed it was going to. I had this image of all these people being transported up into the sky... like a fucking God spaceship or some shit. I always wonder with these things, what if they come true? My last words would be "Well, fuck." Truth is stranger than fiction, right? And if it's going to come true what's the point in worrying? Anyway, I was camping in Idaho on Saturday when the rapture was supposed to happen. We joked around that really, it could have happened and we wouldn't have known. Idaho is generally about five years behind everyone else... which is part of the reason why I love it so much. That, and mountains that are beautiful and empty. I digress.
All I could think about when I heard the term rapture, over and fucking over, was the word rupture. Haha. Maybe Harold Camping ruptured when he realized he was wrong on Saturday. I guess he was hiding out in a hotel room waiting for the end... haha! What a douchebag. I wonder if we'll see more of this shit when 2012 rolls around? I'll be up in the frozen north then, and probably fairly isolated. One can only hope. I am pretty entertained by all of these conspiracy theorists, though... from a distance.
I had a crazy landlady who was nice enough, but believed that we didn't land on the moon. Like I said, those things are funny from a distance... but when you have to hear every day how the moon landing was a hoax and all the presidents are related by some bloodline thing and blah blah blah, it gets pretty old. I got the fuck out.
In other news, I've progressed in this running thing and signed up for a half marathon. For real, yo. It's on August 13th (I think... or 12th) back in Minnesota and I'm pretty excited about it. Especially since I ran almost 9 miles two Sundays ago! Yeeeeah! I have to keep telling myself that speed doesn't matter... I'm NOT going to finish this thing quickly. Apparently I'm kind of competitive on some level, because I WANT to be fast. But it ain't realistic at this juncture (possibly never).
I survived two semesters of college chemistry, and it's fucking weird that I don't have homework to do anymore. Soon enough, I keep telling myself... soon I'll have so much I'll be dreaming about it and bleeding out of my eyes. Right? Cause that's what happens in graduate school; eyeball bleeding. WHYYYYYYYY
I'm really, really fucking excited to go to Canada as a graduate student. By the way. Saskatoon sounds like a pretty groovy city, the more I read about it, and I am constantly intrigued by cold, isolated places. It is certainly all of those things! I hope I see the northern lights. I also hope to make it up REEEEALLY far north... like to the Northern Territories. I saw a license plate from there here in town the other day! It was shaped like a bear. Fucking badass.
I am really amused by the idea of a God spaceship. Here is a terrible drawing of one. Shut up, I know it looks like a poorly drawn sombrero. Maybe God digs sombreros! You don't know so stop judging me!

In other news, I made a chocolate cake that is fucking delicious and leaves little crumbs of foodgasm in your mouth. Turns out for vegan baking, vinegar makes the cake moist! Yaaaay!