Just joking

So I use the term joking quite often. But for me it usually doesn't mean that what I said wasn't true. It usually means that it was true, but I thouht it was funny enough for me to actually come out and say it aganst my better judgement. Had it not been so funny I wouldn't of said it but I still would have thought it. For instance talking to a freind of mine and for some reason the phrase "I'd totaly do you" came out. And for some reason instead of luaghing it off she was like "wait are you serious?" and all of a sudden I didn't know what to do. Was I serious? I was definitely joking, but does that mean that it wasn't true? Cause I would totaly do her, or at least I would want to but becase I don't believe in premarital sex we would have to be married. So in a way I was totally serious so I wasn't sure if I was joking anymore, then I started feeling awkward. For some reason it is only ok for me to say exactly what I am thinking if people think that it is a joke, which it is, because if it wouldn't have been a joke I wouldn't have said it. Cyclical? Maybe. The important thing to remembner is that if we were marred i would totally do her... hard.

I'm Glad I'm a Boy, I'm Glad I'm a Girl

So I was introduced to my favorite book in a class where my professor was trying to make the point about texts being a relic through which we can study the social atmosphere at the time the text was produced because several prevailing social attitudes will be present in the text. Anyway, that said the reason it is my favorite book is because i think that it is funny. So funny. It is a children's book and it is absolutely sexist. I am not sure if it is trying to make some sort of ironic point or if it is straightforward sexist. I guess you would have to know more about Whitney Darrow Jr. to answer that. I have a digital copy of all of the pages that I got by request from my professor, and one of my good good friends printed it up at Kinko's and made a pseudo book for me for my birthday, so if anyone wants to read it just let me know.

Or you can buy it on the internet for $249.95.

No, for reals that is the going rate. It's not everyday that you find a children's book that has increased in value about 50,000%.

By the way, it is called
I'm Glad I'm a Boy, I'm Glad I'm a Girl.

Pictures

It has been three weeks since my incredible journey. I had some sweet pictures of my sunburned legs and of a rather gnarly blister on my toe but they were taken by my roommate and he refuses to give them to me until I start a blog. This is ironic since I already have a blog and I am actually writing on it right ...now!

That tramp!

So just about an hour ago I was jumping on the trampoline and I landed on my back and one of the springs broke and shot me in the ribs. It hurt. But for some reason it just keeps hurting worse and worse. It wasn't that bad at first but then it slowly started bleeding (yeah that is weird) and now it is getting very swollen and tender. That is all.

Sunburn

So my adventure is over. I made it. 64.2 miles in two days. 41.7 the first day and 22.5 the second day (according to google maps). I looked an awful lot like a homeless person in gym shorts. My feet hurt and my legs are very sunburned. Very sunburned. VERY.

The Trek

So, one of my major goals for this summer was to make an incredible journey from whre I live now to my parents house about 70 miles away... on foot. This is true, I will be leaving on friday the 11th of May and arriving sometime on the 12th. CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY. That's what people keep telling me anyway. I can't believe the number of people who think that some sort of bodily harm is going to come to me, I mean it's not like I will be walking in the middle of the highway wearing a blindfold (although that could get intereseting) I am just going to be taking less traveled streets the whole way. And it won't exactly be through rough neighborhoods either, I will probably be more in danger of being invited to family diner in suburbia than of being shot in the head and having my brains drip down my face and tasting my own brains right before I die.

All this week I have been so excited to go on this adventure but then I kind of hurt my knee dancing and now I am less excited. I am still going though. I leave tomorrow. Wish me luck. Or don't, I don't care, I'll just sneak into your room at night and...

Last meal

If you were about to be executed, what would you request as a last meal?

I would ask for a ceaser salad with crutons and feta cheese, homemade rolls, some raspberries, a large vegetarian pizza (with artichoke), 6 strips of bacon, fettuccine alfredo with chicken, some sauteed mushrooms, a spicey McChicken sandwich, 3 sausage patties, 3 pieces of french toast, a gallon of eggnog, 12 boiled eggs (in the spirit of Joey Lawrence), a chicken chimichanga, a whole watermelon, 3 filet mignons, a cut of dog (hell, I'm about to die, why not?), a baked potato with chili and sour cream, porcupine meatballs in gravy like my mom makes, a glass of O.J., and a little lamb. I think I would just take a bite of everything and waste the rest just to spite whoever was about to execute me. Exept for the porcupine meatballs in gravy, I would eat all of those. Also, I would request a fish burrito from Molcha Salsa, and some orange chicken. Oh and a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips... and a bottle of grape juice... and a number 6 from Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles... and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich... with banana... and Paris Hilton.