On bodies :or: I do not have to love my body

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Stop telling women that we should find ourselves beautiful and that we should love ourselves when you are standing right there, judging us on how our knees look in short skirts and how prominent our boobs are in a sweater and how much makeup we are or are not wearing.

Instead of us working harder on “love your body” and “find your inner beauty”, the rest of the world should be working harder on “stop telling women their bodies are a shameful place to live but that if they’re strong enough, they will learn to embrace that shame.”

This is my body. It’s not “beautiful”. I don’t “love it”. I don’t have to. I don’t have to have any strong feelings about my body. And whatever feelings I do have are not somehow invalid if they’re not glowing reviews.

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—	Elyse Mofo, “Don’t Tell Me to Love My Body”

So the links don't work when I copied it over, so lemme just get those for you. Just in case you want them. THE WHOLE POSt HERE .

It's really good. And as someone who's not skinny, but not quite overweight, I have felt these things. I'm at the point were I love me, and I'm okay with myself, but I definitely don't love my body. I mean, it does what it's supposed to, it gets me places, keeps me mostly healthy and not sick, whatever.

And the part of I'm supposed to feel about my body because of how some else thinks I should feel about my body? Okay, I had this assignment for one of my classes this past semester. The project was to draw ourselves, and then draw ourselves walking. Not a big deal, right?

I couldn't figure out how to draw myself. If I drew myself too chubby, inevitablly some one would say to me, you're not fat! But if I drew myself too skinny, I would feel like I lied, and I was worried people would judge me for making myself too skinny. I ended up going on the skinny side. There are only so many times you can hear that you aren't fat, especially from skinny people before you want to just be like, YES I AM. Just trust me on this. I'm not obese, and I'm not terribly overweight, but I do have more fat than I would like.

Here's the video, if you would like to see it:

Walk Across from Abi Freeland on Vimeo.

I mean, it's not horribly off, but it is still skinnier than me. Oh, but I am really proud of that shirt. I mostly figured out how to do that by myself, and oh my glob, so many proud feelings. 


I also have some thoughts on nudity and how society handles it, which I keep meaning to type up and get out there, so keep your eyes peeled for that sometime in the next few weeks.

Pick up time!! yay! It's been too long.

What I learned this past semester :or: the start of something new

I'm going to start something, to try and make myself update more frequently. I'm going to start Friday fun facts, and just share something. Every Friday. So if nothing else, I will post on Fridays.

So. I've learned a lot of stuff over this past semester. Actually, prolly the whole academic year, but everything before January seems like a lifetime ago, so we're going to focus on this semester.

While I've learned a ton in all my classes, I'm going to focus mostly on the things I learned outside of the classroom. Some are things about myself, some just random things. But all things I've learned about myself.

• First off, I need my sleep. It's very important to me that I get my sleep, and if it means I sleep between 12 and 14 hours on Saturday and Sunday, so be it. 
• Maya is actually a enormously enjoyable program, and I'm so happy I got to experience it more, and become fairly comfortable in it.
• Laughing till you think you might legitly pee yourself is an amazing feeling. Not the feeling like you might pee, but just laughing that much.
• In life, my main goal is to be happy. It's what I want to be when I grow up.
• My secondary goal is to love people.
• Sometimes you need to get away from people.
• It is completely fine and okay to say no. Your mental and emotional health is more important than agreeing to do something, just because you want to please someone else.
• Just because you might not like how you look, or like your body does not mean you don't love yourself. It is fine to not feel okay in your own skin.
• McDonald's sweet tea is actually wonderful, and I never knew that till a couple weeks ago.
• Sometimes people you consider "too cool" for you are just as nerdy, and make great friends.
• It's okay to be uncertain about what you want to do. The rest of your life is a long time, and you should take all the fucking time you need. I'm actually going to share a video done below that I feel perfectly says that.

And finally:

• I want to make stuff that I'm proud of. I want to be able to look at what I've done and say, "I'm so fucking proud of this. You don't understand, I made this, and I'm PROUD of it." Honestly, when I feel really satisfied with something I've done, good grades or praise is just a nice little side benefit.

I also wanted to share this video with everyone. As someone who honestly doesn't know what the fuck she really REALLY wants to do after college, it's so wonderful to hear someone talk about this.

But honestly, I get so pissed when I hear people say, "Oh, Abi wants to do this, or go on to do this, or work at this studio." Bitch, no. You do not get to tell people that, and half the time you get it wrong. Please, stop. I mean, I know what I enjoy now, and I have tentative thoughts of what I'd like to do after I graduate. But I have heard people say I want to work for Disney, and that's not true. I mean, I would love to work for Disney, and it would be such an honor, but it's not my dream (ironic, huh?)

All I know for the future is I want to make stuff I am fucking proud of, and be happy.

Quick pick up line time!

Guess who's done for the semester??

I mean, I do still have to show up and eat donuts tomorrow. But I had my only test today, and I feel good about it, and I am DONE, baby. Though who thought having a final at eight in the morning was a good idea? Honestly, who.

But, yeah. So, I guess I'm a junior now? That's cool. I'm extremely pleased with how my projects this semester turned out, and how I did in my classes, over all.

If you would like to see some of my final projects, I can help you with that. I mean, I've also shared some of the pre work, and frames and whatnot before, but here's the FINAL

From my 3D character design class:



This cow is on FIRE from Abi Freeland on Vimeo.

Aww yeah. Do you see that fur? And those nicely textured horns? I modeled, textured, lit, and animated this baby all by myself. I mean, there wasn't a ton of animating, it was mostly just the smoke, and setting perimeters for that. And I figured out how to use a file/PNG to color the fur, and ugh, I enjoyed this project so much. This is one of the 2 things I feel most proud about in my two years at Huntington.

Though one of the smoke did get boxy at the end, and I'm pretty sure I know why it happened. But I'm pretty disappointed I didn't notice it before rendering it out. Maybe during the summer I'll fix it and re-render it out.


My Stopmotion final:


Stopmotion Final from Abi Freeland on Vimeo.

http://instagram.com/abifreeland/

So, this puppet, (who I named Mel.) is my other great pride and joy of my college career. I even got an outstanding! And forty dollars, which will be going to my Darren Criss ticket. I feel like I should clarify, the department gives out an outstanding and runner up award to the best in each class during our Animation Showcase. And for stopmotion, I was the one who got outstanding! Aahhh! Honestly, I just was happy my work was shown, and people seemed to like my pieces that made it in. Getting awarded was just icing on the cake. You know what I mean?

The showcase was awesome, everyone's stuff was so legit and wonderful! I was going to try to post links, but I couldn't find any. Bbooooooooo. They were SO GOOD.

One of my other pieces that was in the showcase that I was also super proud of was this one:


Peep project from Abi Freeland on Vimeo.

I really enjoyed hearing the audience's reaction, that was wonderful. I pretty much sat there, shaking my fist in happiness, and going YYIIIISSSSSSSS. I wish the words had been held a bit longer, but c'est la vie. The point was still mostly made, and the audience's reaction was beautiful.


My final for Toonboom isn't up yet, since I only have basic vimeo, I only get one HD video a week, so next Tuesday, it'll prolly be posted. And then I'll share it, or something. I actually ended up liking my final, I wasn't too happy with it, and felt I still didn't know the program very well. But somehow, I just finished, watched it, and was okay with it. Maybe even a teensy bit proud. Adding sound helped too.

When I put that up on Vimeo, I'll share it


Has anyone else missed pick up lines? Cause i sure have. Let's have a hey girl edition! It'll be fun.

I feel better now :)

I'm exhausted :or: Less than 2 weeks till I'm free!

If you are in college, or know someone in college, you might be aware that it's about finals time. Now, I have another full week of classes, and then finals. Other schools are already emptied out of their students. I envy them.

I feel drained. I have some homework up, that I could be working on. But I can't focus on it for anything. I go, type a sentence or two, leave. Do something else. I would love to just take a nap right now, and then attempt to get everything done, but my motivation is fried. Which just adds more stress, as I really want to do well in all my projects, but I don't care anymore, but I want to do well, you feel me?



Most of my stuff is due by Thursday night, so that we can submit it for the Spring Showcase, so after that it should be smooth sailing. Hopefully. After that I should just have my Psych test to worry about, all my other classes are heavily project based, so all you do is show up when the final is scheduled.

All I've wanted to do for the past 3 days is to just go sit somewhere quiet, and not have to react to anything. Maybe sit in a coffee shop and draw, maybe finally catch up on the latest episode of Doctor Who (which I've had since Monday, and haven't gotten around to watching yet), maybe just sleeping. Just, as long as I don't have to DO anything. I understand that the end of the semester is when you get to show the culmination of all your work, and bring out the best stuff after months of learning. But all these big projects are stressing me out.

Now, looking at it all critically, I know mentally that it's all manageable. I'll be fine, and I'll end up having made something I'm proud of. I've put so much into my assignments all semester, and I think I got a good return, and I'm sure my final projects will be good as well.

But feeling based, all I know is that my head hurts, I've been tired and sleep deprived and weary since Monday night, I have so much to do, I don't want to let people down, I just feel like I could start bawling at any moment, and people around me are starting relationships. Which leads to talking and feelings and shit. This all adds up to me feeling EXHAUSTED. I even got at least 8 hours of sleep for the past two nights, and I almost feel more tired.

I don't want to complain too much, I mean, I do love my major and I'm passionate about my projects (or I am when I'm not too tired to care). The thing is, I feel like I've just been going and going and going for the past month. I'm so happy the end is close, because I don't think I could keep going and stay in a healthy place for much longer.

It's funny, cause I see pictures like this, and it's just like, no. I am tired. I mean, yes, maybe there are a couple other emotions there, like stress. But right now, all I feel is tired. Honestly, the thought that tomorrow is Saturday, and I get to sleep for hours is one of the few things keeping me going right now.

That was all long and dreary. If you got all the way through it, bless your face. Thank you for reading through my feelings. Or current lack there of.

Welp. It's been a while, and I've missed it. If nothing else, pick up lines are good for a chuckle. I don't know about you, but I can most definitely use a smile or some laughter.

It's my life :or: things I have trouble saying

Right now there are plenty of other things I could be doing. I could be working on a paper for my psych class. I could be working on storyboards I need to have done in 2 hours. I could be drooling over the Nexus 4. (I want to get it this summer to replace my jank phone.) However, here I am, typing up my feelings.

Do you ever get to that point where you just keep feeling like you need to do something? Maybe something that scares you, or makes you uncomfortable, or you just don't want to do. Well, on this upcoming Thursday, I will be doing floor worship on my friends floor. And by doing I mean giving my "testimony". Now, this terrifies the shit out of me for two reasons. A: I have trouble with talking in front of groups of people. B: I'm not good at sharing my faith.

I mean, I don't even really have a faith. I'm still getting there. This is me, being honest, and saying if I were to do right now, I do not know if I'd go to heaven. And that's okay. Even if I was a professing christian, even if I was at that place, I still would have doubts, or wonder if I was good enough. And that is also okay.

See, here's the thing. I grew up in the church. Like, my granpa started going to church at Lake Avenue. And then all my aunts and uncles and my dad grew up at Lake Avenue. And then when I was born, I went to Lake Avenue. You see where I'm going with this? I never really had a choice. It was never my faith. It was always expected of me. Assumed, really. And I can't have any sort of personal faith, anything I firmly believe in, if I'm only believing it because someone else doesn't want me to go to hell. That's not how it works. I can't be a christian for anyone other than me. Well. Maybe for Jesus.

I stepped back. Not completely, it's not like I'm an atheist now. I still believe in a lot of the things I was told and taught, I still believe that there's a God, and that love is the answer. But I had to step back, I had to find out if I believed in this stuff because it made sense to me, because I could grasp it, or if I was just holding on to a ghost of someone else's faith. I can't do that. I can't. That's not mine. I know they say sharing is caring, but I can't share someone else's faith. That's like saying that David Tennant is the best Doctor, solely because other people believe that. (I actually don't have a favorite Doctor. Everytime I try to decide, I just keep finding things I love about all of them.)

And then there are problems with the church itself. The church is broken. I mean, it's made up of braken people, but that's not the only reason. The church is for believers. It is for Christians. I go into a service, and I feel like, as a good Christian being, I'm supposed to be convicted. But I'm not there. I'm just not. I may go to the service, I may laugh at funny parts, I may feel sad about sad parts, I may love the music. But I don't feel it. You feel me? I don't long to be a better Christian, I'm not sure if I am a Christian, how can I be expected to try and be a better one?

The title Christian itself is so maimed and hurt, both by the media, AND by things the church has done. I'm not really sure I want the tag on me. I think being a follower of Jesus is worthy of striving for. I mean, dude was awesome. At least canon Jesus, who flips over tables and was sassy. And he loved like crazy. I mean, what he did, he did for love. That is beautiful. That is worthy of emulating.

Here's the thing. I can't do things half assed. I either have to be in all the way or not at all. I either have to not give a fuck, or do it with all of me. I can't do it lukewarm; I can't be lukewarm. That won't work, I can not do it. But if I was a "Christian" just to make my mom happy, I would be lukewarm. I would just be going through the paces, pretty much pretending to be what I'm expected to be.

I'm actually pretty happy that even though the college I go to is a christian college, they're pretty apathetic about your faith. If I was here, and I was expected to be a holy and devote christian, I would not be able to try to figure it out. I would go back to doing what I had done throughout middle and high school, just doing the motions and not rocking the boat.

A faith that's not yours is no faith at all. You can't find comfort in it, there's no peace there for you. Maybe someday I'll get to the point where I can say I am a christian. But today is not that day. I don't have all the answers, I barely have any answers. And that's okay. As they say in A Very Potter Musical, "Okay is wonderful."

And like they say in The Fault in Our Stars: Okay.

See, where I am in my life is okay. It's okay not to know, it's okay to be figuring that out, if I live to 100 and still haven't figured it out, that's okay too. Actually, I hope I've figured something out before a hundred. But it's a journey, and it's my journey. It's my progress. There will be others around me who will encourage and council and suggest and want. But at the end of the day, it is my fucking life. I need to be the one to figure out how to live it.

So I spent the whole time I was typing this feeling vaguely panicky, and kind of like I could cry, and then I looked up The Fault in our Stars, and that didn't help at all. Gah. I love that book, but it makes me sad. But a beautiful sad, ya feel? The kind of sadness you get when you hear a song, and it's sad, but it's also gut wrenchingly beautiful, filled with haunting truths and could be's. And then it ends and you're just left there trying to decide whether to cry, or go back and start it all over again.

So. This is where the pick up lines go, and who am I to disappoint? I'm feeling sweeter lines for today. And a Hank Green quote as a bonus.

Mel's Turnaround :or: My puppet is DONE BABY

Mel Turnaround from Abi Freeland on Vimeo.

I am so proud of her. So. Fucking. Proud. y'all have no idea.

I have a ton of instagram photos of Mel's coming together, which I will prolly make into a collage and put onto my deviantArt soon. If you want to see them before I get to that, my instagram is just abifreeland. If, I dunno, you wanna check that out.

I also post pictures of my cat. If such things interest you.

Fun fact: origanally, I wanted her name to either be Melanie or Roni. But now I now someone who's name is Roni, so her name got defaulted to Melanie. And now Mel. It just fits her somehow, ya feel? But then I did her hair, and about when I was almost done, I realized it was kind of River Song hair. Which, as a giant Doctor Who fan, I flipped out about for a good 20 minutes. And then I realized her name was Mel. Which, as a ginormous Doctor Who fan, also made me flip the fuck out. I mean, that's just cray. It's almost like the plot of Let's Kill Hitler. Again, freaking out here. I planned none of this. For the longest time she was going to have strait long hair, I can show you my concept sketches if you don't believe me.

So, how about a pick up line, and then sometime later this week I'll try to write an actual, legitimate post.

Little things and a Shout Out to Danielle

Yesterday, I went to the mall with one of my favorite people, and did something that terrified me. It wasn't going to the mall, though that can be anxiety inducing all of itself. I got my nose pierced. And it was terrifying, and I hate needles, and I almost passed out.

And I'm watching The First Time while trying to type this, and it's hard to focus when Dylan O'Brien is being the wonderful adorable person that he is. HOLY FUCK, MY PRECIOUS BABY.

But do you know what a great feeling it is, to have done something that terrifies you? And have gotten through it? MY NOSE HAS BEEN PIERCED. It was crazy, and I hate needles, and I got through it. I overcame, and now I have something that I have wanted for a super long time.

I am so happy Danielle was with me, though. Cause if I had gone with my mom, who was actually hoping I'd chicken out, I prolly would not have gotten it done. And then I would be sad. Danielle is a beautiful human being and one of my favorite people in the history of ever.

And now that I have proclaimed that I have done something that scared the pants off me, and did it anyways, and now I can officially say that, and so back to The First Time. Dylan is so precious.

Some of this has been edited, so I'll just throw in some pick up lines, since I've already changed stuff....

My most recent Stopmo :or: I'm so tired

Peep project from Abi Freeland on Vimeo.



So, it's midterms week. And on Friday, I'll be all done with classes for 10 wonderful days! ....It might be 11 days, I'm too tired to try and figure it out right now.

I've felt bad, I've felt like I've just neglected my blog for so long. But normally, if I'm not doing homework, or in class, or doing more homework, I'm being a bum, and trying to relax. So excited for a week with no class!

Not to mention, the sun has come out, and the sky is blue. It's still cold as fuck, and a bit windy, but you know, baby steps. I just want Aslan to come and roar this winter away. ALL I WANT. I just want to be warm. And to wear flip flops. And be able to be outside without my fingers hurting from the cold within a minute. Seriously, it's ridiculous, and hurts.


Pick up line is inspired by the two times I spelled ridiculous wrong.
Are you a boggart? Cause you're riddikulous!

Quick little rant

This will hopefully be quick, and not turn into a long ramble. Just a little thing that bothers me.

Kay, so you know the term lol? I sort of despise it. As a reaction statement, it's okay, but people throw it in after their sentences, such as, my cat did such and such lol. Or maybe they put a joke and then lol.

No. If your status or tweet or whatnot does not amuse me, adding lol on the end won't change that. If your post is not legitimately funny all by itself, then it's not funny. If it is actually funny, then you don't fucking need lol. I view it as a crutch, like, "I'm not sure how people will recieve my post, or if they'll understand it's funny, so I'll throw lol on the end so they'll get it."

Um. No. If you can't figure out how to phrase something funny so that it conveys the funny, then why are you sharing? You must have found it funny. You got it. All of us out here, we're not terribly dumb. Try it without the lol.

This is more for the people who seem to use it every status and every fucking comment. I mean, I'm sure you and your friends are nerds. I don't see why I need to lol. I don't care that you fucking disagree with me. lol isn't going to soften the blow. If you're worried something you say might offend someone else, then either don't say it, or throw caution to the wind and chop off that lol. Personally, I'll respect you more. If you have the balls to say exactly what you want to say, and then not hide behind a cliche and trite saying, I applaud you.

This has been my rant on lol. I don't know if any one agrees with me, or I'm just getting irrationally pissed off. But I do feel a bit better now.

If only reading my psychology textbook was as exciting. I mean, it is interesting, and I enjoy learning new things. But it's homework, and I have a headache that I just want to sleep off. It's only 9:30, and I want to go to bed. I shall persevere, and power forward. There is my first test this Friday, which I want to do my best on. If that means reading my textbook, then so be it.

Pick up line time!!!

ANNDDDDD have a bonus Lord Disick. I've been sharing my art and shit without adding any extra pictures, or reactions, or pickup lines, and I've missed it. I've also missed hipster jokes. Feel free to share any and all hipster jokes with me.

Some Harry Potter loving

There has to be some correlation between how much homework I have, and how much I want to blog. The only homework I could do from where I am is either sketching, which I'll get to after this post (maybe), or reading for psych, and I don't have my book. Oh, fiddlesticks. I don't even know what exactly I'm going to talk about, so that's exciting.

Or maybe I'll just write a blog on Harry Potter, and why I adore it. Let's go with good old JK. (Doctor Who reference, anyone?) Growing up I was not allowed to read Harry Potter. Which I resented greatly, I have never liked being told what not to read. Books are sacred, don't limit my options. (Does that even make sense? Whatever.) I finally read all the Harry Potter books last summer, after having seen all the movies, and having read fanfiction. I was a pretty big potterhead before having read the books, and I had a cousin who would often read sections out that she found funny, and would share tons of facts and bits with me.

Then I read the books for myself. Let me just say, damn. Those books are phenomenal. The character development, plots, and funny bits all weave together and make it masterfully written. My dad was always against them because magic and witches and witchcraft is bad unless allegorical. But that's not what the books are about at all. It's not a book about witches doing witchy stuff, there books about friendship, loss, war, social injustice, love, loyalty.

When the books start, we get so happy that Harry finally gets out of his old home life, without love, and gets to go to Hogwarts, gets to finally have friends and people around him who like and cherish and love him. Really, the bit with Voldemort is exciting, but not the part that thrills me. He finds a home. A real home, not just a house where he happens to reside.

Then we go to the next book. All the old friends are back, Ron, Hermione, and Harry are all closer than ever. And we keep going on to the next book, we keep needing to know what happens, we love these characters, we cry when something happens to them. The end comes, and some people die, and it breaks our hearts. These are people that we love. They may be fictional, but that does not stop it from hurting.

My favorites are Tonks, Sirius and James, Fred and George, Oliver Wood, Luna, Seamus, and McGonagall.
Tonks because she expressed herself by using bright colors. When her heart got broken, the color went out of her life (and hair), and I relate to that. Well, not having my heart broken, but on bad days, it just seems like the world is a bit less colorful. Plus, even though she's a bit clumsy, she's still a bamf.
Sirius and James (they go together in my mind- I love all the Marauders. Except Peter. He's such a rat) Because they just seem like they always have so much fun. I mean, yes, they were a bit of jerks, but they were also loyal. I'm mostly basing this off Marauders time period, so most of what I'm basing this off of is fanfiction, but I love them. Even when Sirius is older, and gets a bit emo, he manages to give Harry a bit of what it would be like to have a family.
Fred and George, because honestly, who doesn't love them? They always make me smile.
Oliver because he's so obsessed with quidditch, and it's adorable, and he and Katie Bell belong with each other. Also, the actor who plays him in the movie is Sean Biggerstaff, and if that doesn't make you chuckle, I don't know what will.
Luna because even though she's a bit odd, she's so sweet, and loyal. I actually feel like I relate to her alot to, I never really had an abundance of friends, and definitely not super good friends, and it can mean so much when you finally get some really close friends. You end up cherishing those friends, and do whatever you can to make sure they stay happy. Did I mention she's adorable? I actually want to name a daughter Alice Luna because of her. Someday off in the future.
And Seamus cause he's Irish and blows stuff up on accident, and makes me smile.
I want to be McGonagall when I grow up. If you haven't read the books, or seen the movies, you wouldn't understand, but if you have.... There's a chance you know what I'm talking about. I could prolly fill a whole blogpost about how much I love her.

My dad has said he doesn't approve of the books because of what's in them. But he's never read them, so he really doesn't know what's in them

Yes, there are spells. And potions. And ghosts. And even werewolves. But there's so much more. There's a family, just waiting for you behind the cover, a humongous family, based all over the world. It's not just the Weasleys and Potters and professors waiting for you, it's also the huge fanbase. So many hundreds of people have read this series, and it all means something different for everyone. But it also means kind of the same thing, too. Home.

Pick up line time!!! And of course they be HP themed!

Last thing, The Lizzie Bennet Diaries? SO GOOD. Just so fucking good. And we finally found out about Wickham, and what he's doing to hurt Lydia, and gah. So many feels. I just really love it, but simultaneously want to cry. Why do bad things have to happen to good characters? Or characters we love?

A lil project of mine

Hey y'all, how ya doin?
I just realized, as I was typing up the title, that I'd had my left earbud in for about 20 minutes, and hadn't turned my music back on yet. Aaannnnd there's the sweet sound of the Violet Hour.

Okay, on to my project. I've seen posts about how our vocabulary is slowly dwindling. Slowly, but surely, we are getting complacent with the words we're used to using. We should be adding words and sayings, not easing them out! Or, or, replacing them with words like swag and yolo. (I will admit, I say these words every now and then. It's like a guilty pleasure. But you know what? YOLO)

And so, I propose a project. A project of expanding vernacular. I'm not saying, just looking up SAT words and throwing them around willy-nilly. Ain't nobody got time for that shit. But we have alot of overused words, that might be excellent words, but they just aren't getting the point across like a different word might be able to.

Like good. How are you? I'm good. How was it? It was good. Did you like it? It was good.
Why was it good? What gives it it's goodness? Maybe we could use a different describing word, that would express the goodness, while also saying why we thought it was good. Words like, brilliant, gorgeous, amazing, amazeballs, precious, wonderful.

Let's start a word revolution. Start mixing up what wordage is in your sentences. If we all do a bit here, and a bit there, it will grow on other people, and then they'll rub off on other people, and the idea will spread before the masses even realize what's happening. It'll be like a flashmob of vernacular. (Vernacular is a fun word. I learned it from Shawn Spencer, and it's made an impact in my life since. And it's fun to say.)

Pick up time, what whaaaaatt

Yes pleez