Torr's Favorite Things

9/11/11

Movin' on up

I've officially moved my blog over to the new one.

Also, I feel like a straight up lazy kid for taking a month to do that.

Oh well, whatev, its all good.

So please ignore anything that is here and head straight over to

torries-stories.blogspot.com

Like now.

8/29/11

By some strange and (hopefully) random occurence, my apartment seems to only get a couple local channels, MTV, VH1, and whatever channel it is that only plays Jersey Shore and anything related to the Kardashians. 24/7. People, this is both painful and life ruining.

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm a huge fan of stupid humor...and, well, stupidity in general. But Jersey Shore is just above and beyond any reasonable amount of stupidity that a person should be subjected to.

Rewind really quick to last March...or maybe it was July? Either way, I was at home and my mom and I were flipping through the channels. We got to the MTV region and saw that Jersey Shore was on.

I said, "You know, I've always been a bit curious about this show. So many people love it...its gotta be entertaining, right?"

Mom said, "Hey, lets check it out!"

And then we both just stared. Dumbfounded. For about 10 minutes. And then we shook our heads to help break us out of our stupor and changed the channel. I think we might have made some comment about that being the dumbest thing we've ever seen, but I honestly can't remember. I was clearly suffering from PTSD...Post Traumatic Shore Disorder in this case.

Ok, now fast forward to present time. My roommates and their friends watch Jersey Shore.

All. The. Time.

And the worst part is, they enjoy it!

Yikes.

I compiled a list today of things I'd rather do than watch Jersey Shore:

1. Be kicked by a goat. Repeatedly.

2. Be barfed on. By any human or animal.

3. Go to work naked.

4. Eat a skunk.

5. Light my nose hairs on fire.

6. Shave Danny DeVito's back.

7. Brush my teeth with sandpaper.

8. Rinse my contacts with rubbing alcohol.

9. Hug a porcupine.

10. Drink rotten milk. Chunky, rotten milk.

11. Scoop my eyeballs out with a plastic spoon.

12. Lock myself in a room with a rabid bat.

13. Let someone acupuncture me with toothpicks.

14. Build a bonfire out of all my shoes.

15. Give up ice cream.

16. Sleep on a bed made out of barbed wire.

17. Use poison ivy for toilet paper.

18. Attempt to pick a buffalo's nose.

Seriously.

8/6/11

Thoughts while running

This morning, while cruising along on my new favorite three-mile loop, I was hit with the most brilliant of all brilliant ideas:

I should rename my blog Torrie's Stories!

Genius, right?

I originally really liked the whole "Torr's Favorite Things". I promise, I did. But then I just kept forgetting to do Favorite Things Fridays. And I just kept thinking what's the point in having that name if I don't even talk about things that are my absolute most favorite. Ever.

But then I was hit with the same dilemma I had when I first started blogging. No matter what, whenever I try to be creative I'm never as creative as when I just let creativity happen. Got that? Basically, if I try to force creativity it always just feels, well, forced. So I decided to just let my idea come to me instead of frantically searching for it.

And boy did it ever.

So give me some time (we all know how much I love procrastination) but sometime in the near future I will be switching the name and address over to the new one. I promise I'll give plenty of warning in advance and try to make this trasition as easy as possible for everyone.

Ha, I'm so weird.

8/1/11

Good thing I always sometimes listen to my mom

My mom told me I need to keep blogging the other day. Up until that point, I'd kind of forgotten about blogging. Probably a little bit because I actually kindasorta have a social life now (weird, I know...I'm still getting over the shock) but mostly just because I'm forgetful.

I'll be honest, I'm not really going to do a full post now. I just told myself I needed to do at least 3 blog entries this week and now I can drop that number down to 2.

Boom, roasted.

I win.

As usual.

But no, seriously, I actually am social-ish now and sometimes don't get home until 2 in the a.m. And I usually have something to do both Friday AND Saturday nights. And that something isn't me sitting at home laughing my head off as I watch youtube videos by myself...not that I've ever done that.

Don't judge.

7/17/11

Sometimes I dislike things

Such as Kentucky. That is where the sister and family moved to. And that is why I'm now sitting on a very hard bed in a shared bedroom with an almost complete stranger. Maybe now I should mention the fact that I also dislike roommates. Not my roommates specifically, just roommates in general. I also dislike having to sleep with earplugs in just so that I'm not woken up every time someone slams a bedroom door...which I forgot happens quite frequently when you live with roommates. And while we're at it, let me just mention how much I dislike apartment meetings, dishes that never get done, an overly stuffed fridge that no one ever eats out of because apparently they only ever eat out, and finding old crusty food on the bottoms of your feet when you walk barefoot through the kitchen.

Ok, ok, life really doesn't suck that bad. I just hate change. And I really hate change when its forced upon you in a very short time span. Especially the kind of change that leaves you feeling all alone. But the thing is, I know I'm where I'm supposed to be and sister and the crew are where they're supposed to be...so its ~~kind of~~ ok.

Really, truly and seriously, it is. I'm keeping myself busy with work and stuff. I went out and played with other people in my ward both Friday and Saturday night. I started reading book one of Harry Potter again, with plans to finish all of them before I see movie seven, part two. And when all of those options fail me, I watch tv online.

So now that I've finally broken out of my blogging rut (aka my complete and utter lack of interest in blogging about the total ruination of my life) I'll probably start putting more time and effort into this...at least until they open up new episodes of Modern Family on hulu.

5/30/11

Confessions of a swampaholic...

Hello, my name is Torrie, and I'm....

a swampaholic.

I've been watching Swamp People on the History channel for close to a month now, and I crave it more and more every day. We just saw this last week that season one is up on Netflix, and there may or may not have been tears of joy involved.

Here's the basic plot line:

Take a bunch of red neck, born and bred in the bayou cajuns.

Give them some boats, shot guns, massively huge "fishing" hooks, and some three day old rancid meat.

And send them out into the swamplands to hunt gators.

Oh what, that wasn't convincing enough for you?

Maybe you should watch this:

Or maybe this

And if this doesn't get your heart pounding, well then you'd better get your heart checked out

Seriously people, if you're not already spending your Thursday nights watching this then I'd suggest you get started. Soon. As in don't even wait until Thursday, just go look it up on hulu.