Ladies, meet the Australian water polo goalkeeper.

I am in a food coma. After a delicious dinner with chocolate dessert, it took all I could to do more tonight than lie in bed and sleep off the pounds I just tasted. I was about to say, “Hey, one night without wont be to bad” until I cam across James Clark’s photo. 

Ladies, meet the Australian water polo goalkeeper!

I have searched for information, but it turns out that James is a bit mysterious. (Could we ask for a hotter characteristic?)

I did find out three things: he was born March 22, 1991, he is six foot five, and most importantly – this Aussi babe is single! 

Another thing I found while researching the heart throbbing beautiful sport of water polo was a picture of the entire Australian men’s team:

Just think, if you date one - you have to go to ALL of those games and look at ALL of them. Maybe you can even host EVERY team dinner at your house. Your treat. ;) 

I have kind of neglected my male readers, so respectfully I pulled up these two cute, nude, photographs of the U.S. women’s water polo team just for you guys! (I know, I am so thoughtful.)

Aren't they cute!?

Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy and sweet dreams! 

brief in words, but definitely not lacking in sex appeal

Good morning Verbaledudette. It is merely 11:03 a.m. and I am already doused in sweat. 100 degrees weather in Utah is like sticking your head in the oven. You can just forget about make up, because by the time you put it on it will already be dripping down your chin and onto your shirt making a nasty stain.

Today’s hottie is going to be brief in words, but definitely not lacking in sex appeal. Coming all the way from Kristiansand, Norway I introduce you to Andreas Thorkildsen. 

This blonde babe was born April 1, 1982 and is a profession javelin thrower. He is the first make javelin thrower in history to be the European, World, and Olympic champion. His personal best is 91.59 meters.

He practices kissing his gold medals so he is pro when he puckers up to you. 

Andreas was bred from winners. His father, Tomm, was a former javelin thrower and his personal coach. Mom, on the other hand, was the nation champion in 100-meter hurdlers in 1972.

"Hey baby, check out my arms! I am too cold to not wear a hat, but I can help it not to wear a shirt for your enjoyment"

While doing some research I thought that Mr. Andreas had a girlfriend. All of these pictures had a blonde girl clinging to his arm. But after praying it wasn’t true, I discovered multiple sites claiming that this golden coup had broken up. “Thorkildsen's relationship with the Norwegian hurdler Christina Vukicevic generated some unwanted publicity on his part… In March 2011 Christina Vukicevic and Thorkildsen announced in Norwegian media that they no longer were a couple.” And there you have it ladies, he is single and ready to mingle.

The smolder

"Good morning honey, I just took a shower and I made you breakfast while I was naked"

I am just about to leave on the Concrete Rodeo Tour (that skateboard thing I am apart of) in Colorado until Sunday. With that said, posts may be sporadic or maybe not existent for a few days. Do not fret though, I will make sure we catch up and not miss a hottie. Every day will be made up for in good time.

**Also, I have had some comments about where the women are. I will throw one in soon. I am sorry for the over dose of men. I just cannot help myself. ;)

(did you notice how I said this was going to be brief and then the post turned out to be longer than most? Haha.. awkward) 

favorite postion is:

After a deep, almost comatose, power nap, my Mother surprised me with a beautiful meal of pasties (like gourmet hot pockets) and rocket salad. The meal was inspired by the U.K. See, in my family, we have been having a meal from a different country participating in the Olympics every night for dinner. Last night I made Middle Eastern food, Gabrielle made French previous, and so on. Aren’t we cute? But really, it has been a lot of fun to learn about the different cultures through food. But it also has been really fun to learn about the different countries through men.

With that said, let me introduce you to Jack Green.

This twenty one year old was born October sixth in Maidstone, Great Britain. He is a tall cutie, standing at six feet four inches.

Jack is apart of the Great Britain track team. When looking up his biography on Google, one of the stats about him was titled “Favorite Position” and instantly my mind went to the gutter. After I read below this forward sub heading I soon realized that the British author who wrote the bio was not giving me Mr. Green’s favorite positions... in bed... but rather his position on the team. His favorite position is hurdles. (“Oh, I have never heard of that one before!” – said me secretly.)

In the semi finals of his event this year, he fell. Rather, he tripped hard core over the hurdle. This was disappointing that I chose a loser for this post, but upon Googling (is it grammatically correct to remove the “e” with adding “ing” when referring to Google) images of him I realized that although he did not succeed in his Olympic sport, he is a BIG WINNER in hotness. 

This is a photo of Jack picking up his stumbled over hurdle. Look at that man butt. Mmhmm. If we got to look at this shot every time he fell, I would never want him to do well. 

Now Verbaledudette tries to stay at a PG-13 appropriate level when dealing with language, subject matter, and of course photographs. 

BUT i found something I just had to share.

 A photographer for GQ Magazine photographed five British Olympic Athletes naked. Lucky for us, Jack Green was one of them. 

You are so more than welcome. 

 Cheers! 

19.

Thursday, March 1st was Justin Beiber's 18th Birthday.
Thursday, March 1st was also Kesha's Birthday.
Friday, March 2nd was Dr. Suess's Birthday.
But most importantly.

Thursday, March 1st was my 19th birthday, and I have been celebrating ever since. I warn you, what you are about to read will make you incredibly jealous because my birthday weekend was amazing. Let's start with Thursday. I was awoken to fire, filling up my room. The heat was pounding against my drool stained face and the echoing sounds of my Mother and Sister singing Happy Birthday out of tune hummed the room. It was such a sweet surprise, literally. My family brought me a donut in bed, not just any donut, a donut with glazed and then chocolate and then sprinkles and the a candle. We are talking, the king of all donuts. I looked like this kid:

(Please note that this photograph was borrowed from burlingamebarley's photostream and I will return it when I am done. Don't call the occupy website clan or whatever they are called that will get me in trouble.) I received a glitter eye liner from my sister and new outfits from my parents. They are so thoughtful. The rest of the day I went to class, did things that normal people do, and then I was taken out to dinner at Vintos, one of my favorite restaurants, before class.

In film class I watched Moulin Rouge, it could not get any better. And well, it really didn't. See, when I was in class, Utah experienced the wettest snow storm they have had all year (do not quote me on that, I am not a weather professional and I do not have a white blazer to wear when it is snowing.) I came out to find my car looking like this:

Except there was no smiley face and the car was black, not green. Anyways, driving home was scary. My little buggy boop boop is not made for the slopes. Driving down an averagely steep hill, my car lost control. Slowly. But. Surely. I glided down the hill, my foot slamming on the breaks, my heart racing, and my mouth gaping with no sound. The emergency break was pulled, but nothing was stopping. I felt like I was going a hundred mile per hour, roller coaster speed (but in all actuality the boats in Its a Small World in Disneyland move faster then how I was.) I turned horizontal in the lane and stopped barley before bumping the silver four wheeled drive car in front of me. My head instantly hurt and I was shaking. The rest of the ride home was alright, but with a constant fear of loosing control again.

On Friday I had my friend's birthday party thing. It was Tangled theme, because I simply love that movie and like to pretend that I look like Repunzel. We ate, partied, danced, partied, and laughed incredibly hard. I had an amazing night.

Chatting with Saia and Bella. It was such a sweet surprise to see them:) 

A few of the party gang.

Just Dance and sisterly love

The Party Crashers who were such a joy to have around:) 

On Saturday, I had my family party, which was equally as enjoyable. On Sunday, my Father came home for ten hours, which was a nice treat. I really had a great weekend and am thankful for my wonderful family and friends.

Monday was my Father's birthday, Friday the 9th is my Mothers, and the 20th is Gabrielle's! Let the march madness begin!

xoxo

i feel like the lead heroine in a hollywood movie

"Pretty Girls" by Wale is playing on my ipod streaming the bouncing song through my ear buds hidden by the coral hood on my head. I have not been to the library for a while and sitting here now, I have noticed the change in crowd now that the weather has cooled and the light fades into night earlier. It is quite empty and the bodies that occupy the seats are studios, with legs twitching as they study for the big exam tomorrow. I like the calm serenity that the usual bustling terrace now inhabits. Sadly, this change in weather did not mean that the drinks dropped their prices, because I am very thirsty (but not parched enough to spend six euros on a soda.) 

This week in school has been very relaxed (i know it is only Wednesday.) The big break is next week. There is a slow paced (typical Italian) happy atmosphere in the studio. Although I have a midterm in each class this week, there is no stress. 

I mentioned before that I have had a lot of extra time to read. I feel like the lead heroine in a hollywood movie every night as I take a bath. The lights dimmed (just because I can) and my hair dolled up on my head to avoid water. Steam slithers off my exposed limbs into the chilled air as I intensely read Brett Easton Ellis's latest novel. (It is times like this where I lean my head back against the yellow tiles and sigh "this is the life.") The only difference would be in the movie my mascara would not be running down my recently washed face. I am sure hollywood doesn't want their main actress looking like a member of the band KISS after a bad breakup.

 I finished "Lunar Park" by Brett Easton Ellis last night in quick nervous furry. The novel is a horror, but addictivly written in the quick, sexual, tongue of Brett Easton Ellis (I just have to write him full name because I love the way it sounds.) It is a mix between fact and fantasy but is so artistically intertwined that I was left confused of what was real and what was fiction. I would suggest you read it. 

I started to read "Which Brings Me To You" by Steve Almond and Juliana Baggot. Joanna finished it and as she gave it to me stated "I think this was written for me." Instantly I knew it was a cute love story because she is constantly commenting on my "bleeding heart" sappiness. It is the exchange of letters between a boy and girl who met at a wedding. The letters aren't straight out flirtatious, but rather confessions because sometimes we just need to tell a stranger everything just so we feel better by letting it out. It is cute and I have even found myself laughing out loud. 

In Photography (black and white & digital) I GET to do a final project based off of a single idea. The collection at them end is twenty images that support the topic. Here are my two ideas... 

Body language is often stronger than words spoken by mouth. In a country that forces foreign tongue to my ears, I have begun to rely on the swift movement of hands and eye contact as the main sources of understanding conversation. The beauty of posture, the uniqueness of style, and the anonymous feeling of being faceless, describes the character of people without small talk or exchange of ideas. Therefore I would like to pursue my final project in digital film photography as “Headless Portraits,” documenting the people of Firenze, Italy but leaving out the facial features in order to study my subjects in a different, more abstract, light.

In Salt Lake City street artists spray cans of multi colored paints on the walls in attempt of artistic lettering and symbols. When I arrived in Florence I was, in no way, surprised or interested in the amounts of graffiti littering the walls. I was, however, intrigued by the posters glued hastily over one another. For my final in black and white film photography, I am going to capture the plastered art these advertisements and messages expressed. But even this is too simple for me. I want to find something to set my documentation apart from the average tourist who snaps a shot at them while walking by. I was thinking of making a little stick figure that I put in each shot, or maybe placing a photograph of myself hidden in the fold of the torn edges, or making sentences with the bolded words from multiple posters. I am determined to find this niche after a few rolls of film. 

Any suggestions or comments? I am up for both negative and positive critiques. 

Happy Hump day. Goodnight! 

xoxo

don't dial any numbers off of "how is my driving?" bumper stickers unless you want to have sex for 15% off.

I am sitting on deck this morning, just got home from the gym, and I am eating Special K Granola with "a touch of honey." Yum. It tastes good but there are not enough large clumps of honey granola goodness. Bummer. Anyways. I had planned on writing this post yesterday, and then when that didn't happen, last night, but that did not happen because I did not get home till the break of dawn. (Okay i lied. I got home at midnight, but one is allowed to exaggerate for emphasis that I was out last night late.) So anyways. I do not know where I was going with this. . . OH I should tell you about what happen to my mother and I driving today.

So we were driving right, me and mother, (i feel like I said that already) and we came across this car with a bumper sticker on the back that read "How is my driving? Call 1-800- EAT- SHIT" (pardon my french) And my Mother- being the carefree, wonderful, curious, women she is- said "I wonder if that is really someone's number?" To me that clearly was a hint to dial it and find out. I typed it in carefully making to spell EAT SHIT correctly. It rang once. Than disconnected me. I immediately received a text message. I opened it up and it read something along the lines of " Want to have steamy sex tonight with a hot babe in your area? Reply Yes to this number right now and you can get 15% off your next sex session" SO that was abbreviated and it did not have all the language and vulgar terms- i thought i would do you a favor and nit expose your innocent ears to such language. Moral of the story is don't dial any numbers off of "how is my driving?" bumper stickers unless you want 15% off sex.

I think it is high time for a music monday! Yay! I know it is not Monday, and it is in fact Tuesday, but you were deprived of music mondays yesterday so I would like to catch up. (I know this will be only the 2nd time Music Monday's has happened, but let us forget about that slight detail. Okay? Okay.) Today's musical artist is Memory Tapes.  (You probably have not heard of them due to the fact you are probably musically uneducated. But That is why I am here. )

Hometown: New Jersey.

The lineup: Dayve Hawk (vocals, music).

The background: The music of Memory Tapes is somehow creamy yet computerised, rapturous yet rhythmic, danceable yet dreamy. Dreamy is the word: Dayve Hawk, who is Memory Tapes, makes electronic dance music that is like a dream you might have had of a bunch of ghosts, of tribal dance around a blundering fire, or a swirly, psychedelic disco – the songs sound like what you have always imagined the aforementioned artists would make, even if you never got round to hearing them; like all the descriptions, all the evocative adjectives, you have ever read about them, transposed into sound. It's the best thing i've heard all week. (So that is a lie. I do not choose favorites. Songs might get left out.) 

Mr. Tapes is quite aloof and elusive, even if he does state that it's not his intention "to be wilfully mysterious". He's a stay-at-home dad of 28, "just some dude from southern New Jersey", who's "not that great with computers", can't drive, and doesn't own a mobile phone. Typical. He's remixed Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Peter Björn and John, and Britney Spears, which has predictably wowed the blogerati, and Michael Jackson's "people" have invited him to do one for a remix album, although he insists, "I'm not a DJ, and I'm not trying to rock a party" (even though he rocks my party) He describes himself as "a real spaced-out kid – I used to walk around in circles and envision this world happening around me. I would just come home from school and mess around in the basement until bedtime: recording, hooking things up, learning different instruments." He began working on material for Memory Tapes in high school, and ended up "having an email correspondence with the Cocteau Twins", who offered to bring him to England to record at September Sound, but it didn't happen – no phone = no plane ticket to Blighty. Now he makes budget-lavish, languorous disco, over which he warbles ethereally – many assume he's a woman. He's not, he's just in tune with the liquid and libidinal.  

Memory Tapes - "Bicycle" from Jamie Harley on Vimeo.

Memory Tapes : Treeship from Chris May on Vimeo.

Site & Sound: Memory Tapes from VanLou Media on Vimeo.

Enjoy. 

Lets talk about that lightning last night. Incredible. I do wish that it was raining, but the flashes in the night sky were insane. Last night in general was pretty enjoyable. It was nice and needed. Especially for my beastie Becca- who had a bad day. Here's a list: (you know how I love my lists) 

• do not have the dude behind the counter open your sparkling water unless you are going to go drink it right that. it will go flat and it will loose flavor and you will end up drinking it for hours and people will think you are weird
• did you know you can not really see your computer screen when you are out in the sunlight working? well you can't. 
• i edited my musical library last night and gave every song a title and artist (i had a lot that didn't have titles are artists.) I am proud of myself. Happy Ipod. 
• thats what she said jokes are not funny unless sung about in a song by Kramer and Max
• according to some people- shark week is more important that hanging out with friends
• Bonniville has a nice play ground but you should not go in the tunnel because things happen in there... AHH 
• Baja Blast Mountain Dew is not as good as others might say- but it is a taco bell original 
• you should always carry around a piece of paper and a pen so Paul can write down the titles to every song on your cd that you do not know the names of. 
• Jocelyn got a new cat. 
• and last but not least... how many blow jobs is enough blow jobs? 

Have a good day folks. Love you. xoxo