Tone It Down

I had a dream last night about Rooster Teeth. I have no clue how this came about. I've never really seen a good picture of any of the crew, but I managed to take their comic form and create some idea in my head.

I think we went bowling.

Besides that point, the small road trip we had turned out to be a blast. We did so much! Corey was supposed to come with us, but he found that he couldn't skip one of his classes, so it was just Spooner, Amber and I. Turns out, Amber and I made a great team.

The Highlights:
*Went to Duluth to meet up with an STLF friend. We stayed for about an hour, watching Tim the Toolman Taylor and having root beer floats with Dad's Root Beer (I know, I pretty much freaked out knowing that she had the root beer of childhood memories!!!!!).
*Drove rest of way to Spooner
*Tiny notes around Spooner's house to remind us/welcome us to cute adorable home
*First Smirnoff drink
*Went to bed at 4:30amish
*Got up at 7:30am to shower
*Ate breakfast and left for Rice Lake
*Realized we left items at Spooner's house
*I stayed with Spoon during surgery whilst Amber drove to get said items
*Spooner hit on us multiple times, which totally made up for the blood and grossness
*Amber got, literally, a childhood friend's number from his father
*Saw Lynn, Spoon's mum, and met her husband at Culver's (St. Paul)
*Saw STLF headquarters and met Petey (Minneapolis)
*Drove up north and made a pit stop at my parents'
*Drove rest of way to university
*Dropped off Spooner after getting some eating supplies for him, as he couldn't have solid foods for some time
*Amber and I smoked a stogie while walking back to dorms



I look concerned because smoking a cigar means you're cool. Ever seen Independence Day? Will Smith is pretty Badass with that cigar.

Cigarettes? No.

Hookah? No.

Pipe? No, but still cool.

Cigar? Why not?

It's also blizzard week. Last weekend it was snow-crazed, now it's snow-crazed again. Normally, I'm all for this! I love snow like the dickens! However, I had plans to see Miss Mandikat for her senior recital. She had been on a voice hiatus, so it was hard enough that we weren't talking (I'm so sorry, parentals, for the text messages....). But we talked yesterday, and now I really want to see her more than usual!!! I'm praying and telling everyone else to pray, too. The thing is, during the day, it's all melty and no issue. At night, that could be the different story.

Whelp, I'm off to see what difference I can make in the day. Maybe get some lunch. We'll see.

Random Fact: More than 50% of the people in the world have never made or received a telephone call.

Number Eighty-One

Wow, you guys... I have done so much in these past two weeks, my head will explode if I have to do it all.

I've been to Australia and back, then also decided to continue on with the North Island of New Zealand, which we only saw the smallest part of.

Let's review what I've done...

I spent a day in Auckland, almost missed my flight, watched Meet The Robinsons (not that half bad), got a bus ride to Coogee Beach (where I stayed for six days), ate the best muesli in the world at Coogee Bite, walked along five beaches twice in the same day, ate some best damn "yeeros" from an awesometastic Greek man, went on multiple ferries, went on the Manly Islands, went to the Sydney Aquarium where I saw a platypus, crocodile, seals, sharks and a huge freaking stingray, saw the lunar eclipse, went to Queen's Park where everyone but me rock climbed (I took the photos) and used a bum's mattress as a crash pad, went to the Sydney Opera House, the Botanical Gardens, Darling Harbour, saw a man get clothes-hanged for stealing shoes, went to a souvenir shop that had a bottle opener with kangaroo nuts as the handle, rented cars for the first time, got separated from our crew for almost five hours, found them again two blocks away from where we were, slept in the car, saw The Three Sisters (the middle reminds me of Jabba the Hut) at Katoomba, went to Perry's Lookdown, met two women who were awesome, froze my ass off camping, went to Oberon, headed to Mt. Werong and camped there, saw grey kangaroos (passing by), saw an abandoned silver mine in which I decided there was a shootout and that's why it's run down, took night pics with long exposure to make words with our flashlights, slept in a small tent with four people to keep warm at night, did Wentworth Falls, laid on beaches, slept at the airport, President Bush was flown in the same night at airport so we were "quarantined" together with strangers, flew on plane and watched At Worlds End and then waited at the airport for Claire, Joe and Melissa with Scott.

We saw birds, jelly fish, Scott went body surfing, I found a shirt in between rocks, Joe got Codeine for his cold, met a girl from Scotland and didn't shower for five days until we got to the airport (in which I had taken a shower when I got off the plane and before we got on it... thank you free showers, thank you...).

Then we did the North Island...

We did the Bay of Islands, collected glass and shells (which I'd done in Australia as well), stayed at a sweet as hostel, went to Cape Reinga (which I trekked in flip-flops), Ninety Mile Beach (which is actually only 64 miles), met people fishing off the beach who told us of a friend of theirs that took the head of a Great White Shark and sold it on the black market for about five thousand dollars, watched Goldmember and half of Snatch, went to Hot Water Beach, met a couple from Germany and Italy, dug on the beach and made our own hot springs, went to Cathedral Cove, passed by my Hobbiton Movie Set (which I've already made plans to visit later) and drove all the way back home for about six hours or more with a stop by a lodge to pick up more shit.

Then, I came back home and had an overwhelming amount of things to do, it seemed, besides the normal unpacking and saying hello. I called so many people, talked to so many people, looked at photos of other peoples trips, had to check my e-mail, sent many e-mails, checked many of my online webcomics (still not done), ate dinner, tried to talk with parents and really, overall, forgot some important papers that I rushed to finish (and only some completed). A test I took that got screwed over thanks to the Internet was said that the answers were taken into consideration (here's hoping I pass the damn thing), am completely worried about my past poems because people have had a long time to pick them apart and wrote a story about my trip that I'm not sure I particularly like (more so knowing the fact that everyone wants to read it... ugh).

I don't even want to think about the amount of money I spent. I'm on freaking vacation. And it was fun.

For more details, I guess we'll just have to see each other so I can show pictures and the like. I can't wait to give presents and make things out of the sea glass I found along the beaches.

I'm still debating on a Facebook account, just because that means I can get pictures from everyone else. I do so hate that thing. I'm barely even on Myspace anymore.

And I'm tan. Ha.

Random Fact: In 1998, Sony accidently sold 700,000 camcorders that had the technology to see through people's clothes.

I Promise Not To Gamble

At least in Las Vegas. Because, well. I'm not old enough.

That's right, Las Vegas. The possibility of going there came up a few weeks ago, but I waved it off because I didn't have any money, didn't know what it was about and wasn't sure if I were "accepted" by the mass communication crowd. Now they're begging me to come, the plans look fantastic and it's a great opportunity for me to learn more about the uprising of my Minor. My college is more than willing to pay for the ticket into the expo, but not the ticket/hotel costs themselves. However, the more people that go, the less the price is going to be.

My mother is repeating over and over that I can't have everything while the rebellious side of me is urging to prove her wrong, that I can do anything and everything I want at the time I want to do them. Usually, my mother is right, but I feel as if this is an opportunity that will never arise again because we're, oh, about eight million in debt (our college is).

Of course, I keep thinking to myself that I'm already getting a once in a life-time opportunity by going to New Zealand. But I'm also telling myself that college is the time to get this stuff done, to be able to have these great moments, memories and experiences. I'm sick of telling myself no (which is probably why I end up saying "Screw it" at the most inopportune time). I want what I want, and I want it now.

I want to finish all of my classes. I want to have homework done on time. I want to get up early and stay up late. I want to have all of my New Zealand things done by this Sunday. I want to be accepted by New Zealand, have a good paying job to help me pay for expenses, have New Zealand not be expensive so I can actually go, go to New Zealand for that year and come back to a school that's still intact and is welcoming me to the departments with open arms and get me ready to graduate by the time my four years are up (though I'll settle for fifth).

I also want Zach Braff.

Please give me everything in that paragraph before Zach Braff. Sure, I want Zach Braff, but everything above it is more accessible.

Phew. These last few weeks are going to be the hardest. I refuse to die.

Random Fact: More than 2 million documents will be lost by the IRS this year.