Surprise

My friend Tatum has never been surprised, so today Kim, Lloyd, and I got into a car and drove to Gainesville. Tatum didn't know I was coming. Neither did Monica.

When we got to Monica's dorm, I hid in Kim's trunk. As soon as she sat in the backseat, I pushed open a little compartment from the trunk and grabbed her arm and yelled. She freaked out. Successful surprise. Then again, when Tatum got into the car later, I was all ready in the trunk, hand popping out, scream. Tatum was finally surprised!

We did a lot today, ate good food and saw bats and broke into a National Park (only to be caught and turned away soon after by a creepy park ranger) and drank good coffee and played fun games.

Now I'm tired, back home in Orlando.

And so so so excited for Seattle in a week. :D

Poll

So today is the last day to vote in that little poll on the right side of the screen,
and according to the poll so far,
the majority of the people who read this blog are middle-aged white women.

Awesome.

Lawyer

I'm trying to study for my Mass Communication Law exam. It's not going so well.

Our professor has a huge thing for the First Amendment, and literally every single thing we talk about in that class has to do with it. Every single thing. I am so sick of the First Amendment, I don't even want it anymore. That's right, Government, you can now restrict what I say and where I say it! Just please abolish the First Amendment so I don't have to care about it anymore.

I don't know how lawyers go through law school. I really don't. Read the following words: judicial theories, forum analysis, elements of libel, statue of limitations, summary judgement. I'm afraid I have to stop right there because I was thisclose to falling asleep.

I don't have anything against the law, I just wish it wasn't such a dry topic. After a month in this class, I have a newfound respect for lawyers. Anyone who was forced to learn about how the First Amendment was applied to Gitlow v. New York, and still found "the concept of law" interesting is a hero in my book. I can't even imagine what law school must be like. This class makes me hate "the concept of law" so much that I'm thinking about committing various crimes just to get back at the law. Maybe going to some lawyers' office in the middle of the night and spray-painting ""IT IS AGAINST THE LAW TO SPRAY-PAINT AND THAT IS WHY I'M DOING THIS" across the wall or something.

In conclusion, the applications, limitations, and expansions of The First Amendment do not interest me. If they interest you, sweet, become a lawyer and make lots of money. I'll always respect that; I'll just never understand it.

Soup

I feel like a man with a fork in a world of soup.

Also, it's cold outside again. I love that. It makes me excited to one day, hopefully soon, settle down where the brisk and frigid air is the norm, not the exception. I used to hate the cold, but now I can't get enough. Especially when the heater is on and the house gets that cozy feeling? Ahh, the best.

In conclusion, I want to travel. I have five friends who are living in Europe right now. FIVE. I'm so jealous. I want to experience cultures and lifestyles and eat different foods and see things I've only read about. I'm only beginning to truly comprehend how massive the world is, and how much "stuff" is out there, that most people only hear and read about. I want to see it.

Laundry

Rhetorical question: Is there anything worse than hanging up laundry?

This question is rhetorical because of course the answer is no, there isn't.

I. Hate. Laundry.

Right now, a pile of clean clothes the size of Mt. Everest is resting on my bed, waiting to be put back into the closet until duty calls again. This pile is enormous. I guarantee you have never seen a pile of clean, nice smelling clothes this big. It is an epic pile that will make you tremble, cower with fear... yes, I have been slacking and have not done my laundry in a bit longer than usual, almost going through all my clothes until there was no other option. Now, it's time to pay the price.

I. Hate. Laundry.

I'm looking this pile up and down. It's looking me up and down. Let the epic showdown begin.

I might not make it. They might find my body, clutching five multi-colored hangers, a look of absolute boredom on my face. This pile... might actually kill me with tedious, repetitive boredom.

I. Hate. Laundry.

Hedgehog Morgan Freeman

You know how sometimes you have a hedgehog for a very short amount of time and all of a sudden he has cancer? Oh, you don't? Well I do.

We've had Hedgehog for a little more than a week now. A few days ago Kim noticed a little black bump on his side, took him to the vet, and lo and behold... the little dude is terminally ill. On one hand, we've had him for a very short time, so... you know. But on the other hand, we've all grown at least a little emotionally attached, so this news really sucks.

However, we've decided to make his last few days on Earth the best a hedgehog can have, so we've created him a bucket list.

I'm sure by now every person has seen The Bucket List starring Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson.



Look how happy they are! Two men, faced with mortality, side by side, helping each other out... uncertain of the future, yet, with the comfort of another soul going through the same trials and tribulations, knowing they are not alone, that they have each other... so, as I was saying, I'm sure every person has seen this cinematic heartwarming masterpiece...

Oh, you haven't? Me neither, it looked really sucky. But I'm assuming it's about two dudes who are about to die so they set out to do as much shit as possible. Basically, Hedgehog will be doing the same.

He's already got a beach day planned. Maybe a park day? Universal Studios? Skydiving? The sky's the limit! (No, seriously, the sky is the limit, because we're not sending the little fucker to space, no matter how much he pleads.)

I was thinking though... it'd be nice to find another terminally ill hedgehog and have them do this all together, you know, like in the movie. So if you have a hedgie that is sadly ill, send him this way. Although I call dibs on our Hedgehog being Morgan Freeman in this scenario... I always imagined that if he could talk like a human, Hedgehog would have the deep, gravelly voice that narrated "March of the Penguins".

Anyways, yeah. All joking aside, this is pretty sad. Ahh well, at least we can make his last days a bit more fun.

Toy Camera

So I have this friend, right, and she goes to NYU, yeah, and she's like, totally super awesome, and her name is Anna Cincera.

Anna is, much like me, an iPhone owner. It's sort of a hobby of ours, to own iPhones. It's actually quite a popular hobby... I think somewhere around 50 million people worldwide partake in this hobby. Anyways, Anna and I were talking about iPhone Apps, and she mentioned "Toy Camera" to me.

Basically, roadtrips have never been the same again. Why, you ask? Well, dear friend, it's because when you're driving to Gainesville, or back down to South Florida, you can take pictures that, as Anna descibes, "all look like country music albums". Seriously, my iPhone album is half normal pictures, half pictures of the road. And they all look like country music albums. It's fascinating to me. It's all I do while driving, is take pictures. I occasionally look at the road as well, I guess, but mostly I just snap some photos. And they come out country. Have a look-see:

(I suggest listening to some country... and trying not to kill yourself... while looking at these.)















Makes me all... introverted and Kerouac-y and stuff.