goodnight sweet colon, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest

I'm afraid this is it my dearest friends.
After 10 days, 34 ounces of maple syrup, 64 ounces of lemon juice, some cayenne red pepper, some sea salt and some nasty tea, it's time to eat food again.
I might even eat for the first time during class tomorrow. Is that poetry or what?
I wouldn't necessarily recommend this diet to others. On the bright side, it gets you a lot of attention. sort of. Not enough to make it worth it. On the cloudy side, you get really hungry. I've lost about 10 pounds I think since it started. I went to the gym yesterday but I forgot to weigh myself. I've also recently started experiencing shortness of breath and my resting heart rate was above 90 last night which is not something with which anyone under the age of 50 should deal. I've also lost muscle in my stomach, which I think is a sign of malnutrition (that's a better excuse than not having done any situps since the 10th grade right?).
So yeah. I don't recommend it. But do you my friends. Be your own person. If you want to cleanse it out, then cleanse away.
Suggestions
Make sure your lemonade is cold - otherwise its gross
Make sure your lemonade doesn't have too much cayenne in it - otherwise its GROSS
Make sure you drink enough lemonade throughout the day - otherwise you get really hungry
Make sure you carry around a bag of Jumbo Sour Twizzlers - just in case

And thus, I must leave this blogosphere in search of the next one, exiting with the grace yet unbounding optimism with which my sandwich awaits

The Beauty! The Beauty!

colon cancer

So I've been being pretty lighthearted about this whole blog thing and then on ESPN last night there's a tearjerking segment about this Junior in high school who got colon cancer. He was 16 and the love of his life was football. He died of cancer the same day that his high school played in the state championship game but his dedication to the team inspired many.
And as I'm watching this I feel like a huge asshole. And then my roommate pointed out that asshole is probably a pun in this case. That made me feel worse. But the reason I picked colon as opposed to "liver cleanse" or "medium intestine cleanse" or "total body cleanse" for this blog is because of the masculinity involved with the way men deal with colon cancer.
Even during the video, the reporter made sure to mention that the doctor found the colon cancer accidentally during a procedure for appendicitis. That is, the surgeon went in from above and in front rather than below and behind - heaven forbid the kid should have had a colonoscopy.
But a colonoscopy is...threatening. Even for me. Not just for Yunior or Oscar or the average American male, but for me, a self-professed feminist.
So I wish I could say that drinking maplemonade is a way to avoid a possible colonoscopy in the future and laugh it off, but I can't. I think I've learned something here, but I'll have to let you know in another post when I figure out just what exactly that is.
Over and out, Earthlings, over and out

vote or die

hola chicos!
So I'm not sure if everybody noticed, but there's a poll up now on my blog asking for your input. You know, the mark of a democracy is when people participate in elections and I don't see much participation...
Besides, how cool is the technology on this blog anyway? Not only will it count the result of the poll and count the number of followers I have, it tells me how many people view my blog every day. How sweet is that?
The best part though? It tells me from which country people are viewing my colon. So the United States is winning as it should but then out of nowhere, somebody in Sweden viewed my blog. And I was all like, I see you Mikael Blomkvist!
And then I though, wait a minute, Stieg Larsson is RIP what's goin on here?
So then I though maybe it's Freddy Ljungberg but I remembered that nobody likes soccer so that can't be it.
So I returned to the conspiracy theory. Elvis and Tupac, if you're out there, Stay strong my friends. Stay strong!
Over and out, Earthlings, over and out

GODDAMNIT

FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT FUCK FUCKING FUCKEDUP LIQUOR STORE DOWN THE STREET ACTUALLY SELLS LEMON JUICE GODDFH[OJADGNO[DGJN.
Sorry, I had to get that out of my system. You see, I ran out of lemon juice and I was all like "now I don't have to keep dieting but this is a completely noble retreat". But then, I went to the liquor store and they have enough lemon juice to stock the British armada for a fortnight.
So I guess I'm back on the wagon. Nasty ass lemonade...
My colon was making some pretty strange noises today. At first I thought it was just my stomach growling but then I realized that my stomach was growling and making a completely different sound. So my colon loud as a motherfucker. And of course I was sitting in a group of people and it was so loud. SO LOUD.
Over and out, Earthlings, over and out

hey guys

sorry for being kind of short these past few days, I'm not really angry at you, it's just tough for me sometimes. You really are one of my only outlets of human interaction blogreaders
Anyway, I feel pretty good considering that this is day 4. It's not that I miss the food (although my stomach was SO loud during class, I deff got some looks) it's that I miss thinking about food. A moment on the lips and a lifetime on the hips is one thing, but for me, it's always been a moment on the lips, an hour and a half rumbling around the cerebral cortex. If that doesn't rhyme try saying it in a deep southern accent, and if it still doesn't rhyme I don't care because you've missed the point that I obsess about food. I fantasize about food. I plan my day around food.
No really, I do. I have a mealplan so I read the menu of what's being offered in the dining hall. I eat at Chipotle approximately 3.126 times per week and Potbelly's at least 14.3 times per week...That may or may not be true but the point is I love to eat. So today I walked straight to the dining hall before class before I realized what was happening. The worst part though is the vending machines all over campus.
Now these evil motherfuckers taunt you anyway and I've lost many a dollar or ninety cent to their clutches. And what comes out? M&Ms? Not enough. Twix? Way too small and it gets all up in your teeth. Famous Amos cookies? Too dry. Those zebra cupcake things? Um hello, twinkie defense. Honeybun? Well yeah those are delicious
But today just out of habit I was looking at the vending machines after class and peering in to see what I wanted when I remembered that I'm on this here diet.
It's like those scenes of alcoholics who walk into a bar and order a drink and then stare at it. Honestly I don't have that much willpower although I'm hesitant to self-diagnose as addicted to food. That's excessive. But I guess I lost track of my thoughts because I realized people were staring at me, and then I realized why: I'd been leaning into the machine and it all looked so delicious and I thought how bad could one apple and cheese danish be and I guess I just started dry-humping the vending machine in my excitement.
Over and out, Earthlings, over and out

what was i thinkin?

Check out my collaboration with Dierks about this here diet!

hi

i'm really hungry. I realized that my lemonade isn't so different from a bloody mary mix. I also notice that nobody's been commenting on my blog. where's all the love internet? :(

Over and out Earthlings, over and out

hey boo!

So! day 2 and I'm awake and I haven't died yet. So all you hater$$ out there can...keep reading my blog? Yesterday was completely a piece of cake for me. Sure there were Cheez-its and 2 different brands of Dorito's and mini-brownies and those chocolate chip cookies that actually have M&Ms in them, and cupcakes and football-shaped oreos left over from the Superbowl. And sure I might have looked a little strange because the website says that I should massage my colon throughout the day and so I might not have been as discreet about that as some of you would have liked. And sure I might have sounded a little strange when I asked the people sitting next to me in my classes if they knew where the colon was. After all, if Americans can't find Iraq on a map, I said, what chance do we have of finding our colon?

I looked it up online and it's not the easiest part of our anatomy to locate...

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnyway. I'm staying strong for yall out there

Over and out, Earthlings, over and out

too much cayenne

Basically that's all there is to it. Also, at this rate, I'll run out of lemon juice by tomorrow. Also way too much cayenne. So gross

Over and out, Earthlings, over and out

TODAY'S THE DAY

So, I just made my salt water flush. It tastes like seawater (big surprise there), but I'm not sure if it's the taste, or the smell or both, but I feel like I'm at the beach and have accidentally just swallowed seawater. I'm a pretty good swimmer though, so when i do swallow seawater, it's accompanied by a feeling of uncertainty and disorientedness. To be clear, I'm not disoriented right now, I'm just remembering all the times over the summer when I would try to catch a wave by swimming as fast as I can and waiting for the crest to come over me and hurl me toward the shore. Naturally I close my eyes and when I get up and open them, even if I'm smack dab on somebody's umbrella, I still have a really strong feeling of rootlessness. Where am I? I wonder frantically for half a second. And then I taste the saltwater like I do now.

The answer is, that I'm in the internet and in the kitchen. Commencing what is probably the second stupidest diet in the history of humankind.

Over and out, Earthlings, over and out

rhymes with colon

so after watching eminem on 60 minutes rhyming lots of words with orange, I got to thinking, what if I could do the same thing with my colon. And then I figured, why bother rhyming when I can just make puns (besides the obvious one about my favorite black republican)! Ready? Me neither...

What's the best way to eat pasta?

straight out of the colander

Quick! What's a South American country?

Ummm Brazil? Argentina?

No, one that's not good at soccer.

Colombia?

What's Mariah Carey's favorite smell?

Nick Cannon Just for Men cologne

What's Sarah Palin's favorite high school?

Columbine (yikes)

What's the most painful medical procedure?

A colonoscopy...O. Whoops.

Anyway if you have any others just comment below!

Over and out, Earthlings, over and out

well howdy

Hey there blogga blogga! I thought about you today. There I was in class chewing gum like always when I realized that it had lost all of its flavor.

Pues, out of habit, I swallowed it.

And then I wondered, where does the gum go in the human body? Does it get digested? Does it just stay in the small intestine? (Incidentally I couldn't tell you the difference between the two intestines or their functions, I just know maple syrup is gonna clean the bejeezus out of them like Hercules did to that barn #Greekmythicalallusionsmakemesoundsmartasamothafucker) But today in Oceanography we learned how long salt stays in the ocean. It's called Residence Time and there's an equation which is available on the course website... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Residence_time

Apparently fancy T = capital V divided by lowercase q. You tell me, bro, you tell me. After all:

What happens to a wad of gum deferred?

Does it dry up

like a stone in the kidney?

Or does it shrink

like the houstons on whitney?

Ok this is borderline racist and really mean to the best national anthem singer this country has ever seen.

Anyway I honestly don't know what's happened to the gum I swallowed today and the scores I've ingested over the preceding two decades. There's nothing in the cleanse literature about that...

Over and out, Earthlings, over and out