My Hobby:

Attempting to pull universal truth from some non-descript part of a long road trip, and then easily refuting it because it's so damn awful.

Like thinking, "Everyone in Arizona has driven this exact patch of road."

And then thinking, "Well, that's dumb. I'm sure there are plenty of people in Tucson, or Phoenix, or wherever that have never driven that portion of the road, or even the I-17 in general."

Or thinking, "This rock has been passed by most truckers in the state."

And then thinking, "Well, that's dumb. Who am I to say every trucker in the state has passed THAT particular rock?"

Or looking at a cactus, and thinking, "Everyone who likes the color pink has touched that cactus."

And then thinking, "Well, that's dumb. I know plenty of people who like pink, and who have probably never seen that cactus, much less cared to touch it, because that would be painful, and I would probably not think much of them."

...

This is what I do on road trips.

The other thing about road trips is that, somehow, everyone on the road seems to lose a couple thousand brain cells when their tires hit the pavement. You know that "clever" quip about someone being born yesterday?


I honestly think these people were.
Because either they're incompetent and incoherent to the point that they should not be placed in command of a vehicle traveling 76 mph down a freeway where there are innocent people in harm's way...

Or they're secretly two infants LITERALLY BORN YESTERDAY that haven't learned the proper communication/motor (get it? motor? it's a car? HAH) skills to adequately handle the car. I say two, of course, because one would be steering, and one would be manning the pedals at the bottom because naturally, babies are tiny, and can't reach the pedals with their teeny legs. Silly babies. Driving is for adults.

Either way, they shouldn't be on the road. Specifically, on curvy roads. At high elevations. Next to cliff faces.


If you haven't gotten the clue yet, I'm back from a... mountainous... excursion..., and was, as a result of my mother's speed-demon tendencies (she REALLY wanted to get home), subject to terrors on the road. It turned me quite an unsightly shade of pale, probably permanently. Awesome!

And it's not all bad. Yeah, the ear-popping as the elevation dropped was unpleasant, the psychopathic driving was less-than-desirable, and there were some boring moments, but it's... I don't know, I guess you have to see past the pitfalls. I'm not acting as proponent for long road trips (I cannot be in a car for more than two hours, I go cuh-RAAAY-zy), I'm merely saying... it wasn't so bad. I got to spend it with my mom, who, as I've said before, I don't always get along with. We talked out a lot of our issues over Swedish Fish and Twizzlers (mine and hers respectively), and I think... I think we changed. I hope we did.


Also, the universal cactus thing was pretty entertaining. Please don't tell me I'm the only one who does that!

...No, it's okay, I am. -sigh-


I feel like this was kinda short... but HEY. I updated in a timely fashion. That counts for something, right?


...Right?!

And here we are, on location...

at Yogurtini. :)
I'm hanging out with some friends while I write this (those damn future doctors, I'm so proud), so if it seems detached and weird, I apologize.


Hello, summer.

"Schoooooool's out! For! Summah!"


Hell yes, it took long enough.
Not that school isn't totally awesome (to quote AVPM :D), it's just... taxing. And I'm so ready for the summer.



Now what to do... >.>




Hi, I'm home.
And this is like...
Two days later.
Yeah.
Two days.
TWO.
Sorry. I get sidetracked so easily... >.>
I like that face. >.>


So I'm stoked for summer.
Finally, the SAT is out of the way, and I'm sincerely hoping I didn't fail it worse than M. Night Shyamalan fails at making movies... *cough* did I say that?


Now, gazing around my room, I'm thinking more of my summer will be dedicated to clean up than it will be to fun... My lampshade (lamp hat? Because why would a lamp/light need shade? Silly naming people) is so dusty... the floor could use cleaning...

Bother. I don't want to do it. Instead...

I'm going to ramble.
Ramble about anything.
This is a ramble post.
Mainly because I feel I've lost my blogging touch.
Blah blah, ramble ramble.
"I was born a ramblin' maaaaan~"
Except I'm a girl.
Which the person on Omegle failed to grasp...
Have I mentioned that yet?
OH JOY SOME SUBSTANTIAL TOPIC.

Topic-within-a-topic: Omegle Awkwardity (Shh, it's a word, shhhhh.)

One of my hobbies is internet trolling. If you're one of those people who hates trolls, I'm sorry DX but it's just... it's so FUN. Ever tried it? It's fun. Do it.
So on one of these trolling expeditions that I took recently (cough yesterday), I hit up Omegle, as per suggestion of one of my friends.
(Lauren, I'm looking at you. Or I'm not, since I don't live in the same state, but if I did, I'd be looking in your general direction. Because that's how I roll.)

Omegle is, at best, extremely awkward. Somehow, a portion way larger than a modicum of people enjoy chatting with random, anonymous strangers, and making the conversations they're entered into much MORE awkward with every. passing. second.

So what do Lauren and I do?


(tell us please! please please please please please pleaaaase)


Well, duh...
TROLL.
:)


This time, we'd start conversations off with Pokémon references, and see if anyone got them.

...It's amazing how many people don't know Pokémon anymore :(

It's also amazing just how many people thought I was a 30-year-old guy from these conversations. Seriously, are girls not allowed to be gamers? Is it so taboo in culture today that the thought of it is simply incomprehensible? I WILL FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BE A GAMER DAMMIT.

...Haha.
Anyway.

The very first conversation I got was... special. I'm not posting it here, in case the person I chatted with somehow sees this post and finds me and wants to kill me, but if you ARE dying to see it, message me somehow and you MIGHT get to. Personally, I found it no less than absolutely hysterical (which doesn't mean you will, duh, I know that, I have a weird sense of humor, I found that eHarmony cat woman hilarious, what do I know?), so MAYBE you will too? Mreh? Okay.


Oh, and for that other reference...




Enjoy. :3

*okayleavingnowbye!*