Discovering What I Am

Today's Culpeper Star Exponent Article-

Tuesday night TV is pitiful. Not to judge, but I’m not much of a television or movie critic because I can’t seem to get passed the idea that reality is more interesting than make believe.

Regardless, due to boredom and Tuesday night TV, I watched a movie titled, “That’s What I Am.”

During the movie, a teacher tells his student to stand tall and say, “I am a writer, that’s what I am,” and he himself later says, “I am a teacher, that’s what I am.”

Although this movie hardly ranks on my top 10 list, I felt inspired by its basic moral lessons. I started thinking, what am I?

I write, but am I a writer? A good friend of mine told me, “You don’t have to be a writer to write, you just have to be human. Humans have thoughts and therefore something to write.”

I’m human and I have thoughts so I write, but I don’t know if I would consider myself a writer. I would consider myself a dreamer, a teller of secrets, maybe an outspoken hypocrite, or an obnoxious preacher with little evidence to back up my theories, but nothing seems as simple and confidently put as “I am a writer, that’s what I am.”

As I was walking down the silent streets of Southport, N.C. just a day later, I spotted a sign titled, “I Am Street.” Ironic timing considering I had constantly been thinking of “what I am” since the conclusion of the movie.

Later that afternoon while lying on the beach, I pulled out a few poetry books I had grabbed from my Nana’s bookshelf. My Nana just passed in October, reuniting her with my grandfather who passed a few years back.

I never knew either of them was interested in poetry, but to my surprise as I opened each book, I found a handwritten poem from my grandfather to my Nana.

On Monday Feb. 28, 1977, he wrote in the back of a book titled “Lovely as a Tree,” “You are as strong and beautiful as a tree, may we grow closer every day.”

Not only did I discover their deep love for each other, but I discovered that Nana was a tree.

Weird when I say it like that, but I think she’s a tree in a metaphorical sense. Maybe her branches revealed different parts of her life and likes and all her talents.

After attempting to say “I am a tree, that’s what I am,” on repeat, I came to the conclusion that I am no tree.

I’m too simple in the broad spectrum of talents, but what I do have is this deep sense of curiosity and a sincere desire to soak in all the beauty life breathes. Maybe I’m an artist, a starving artist at that. A starving artist hungry to see the world … that’s what I am.

So College Advice — I don’t know if figuring out who you are is the critical question; perhaps focusing on what you do is more important.

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Paint.

Have you ever sat down and painted?

I suggest you try it... with a cooler of beer by your side for the sake of boredom. You will get bored- takes too much concentration for relaxing, but finished project can be somewhat satisfying.

Painting really isn't my choice of past time, but beach traffic wasn't worth the sand and with no other outlet for entertainment, Dino and I bought some cheap acrylic paint and scribbled in the sunshine.

Boat in the moonlight        Palm tree at sunset

I know, my titles are incredibly original.... the paintings are done on the front and back of an old piece of wood that has probably been sitting in my Nana's garage for years. Being bored can sure bring out your creative side.

Dino paints on the reg- so I'm gonna use that as my excuse to why hers is better... Her painting is inspired by an original quote, "Never let life rest on a single hope."

Leash

Dear parents holding the end of a leash,

If there's not a dog on the other end, please go put your kid up for adoption.

There is absolutely no reason or explanation convincing enough to have a child hooked on a leash. A leash is intended for a dog; just because babies crawl and toddlers bark, that does not classify them as animals.

Humans have brains, they can be taught, they can learn.... teach them.

If this doesnt work, (although i am no counselor) I'm deeming you an unsuitable parent. If this is false, which seems unlikely, than i suggest you sneak some ADHD pills into their applesauce.

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Color me Carolina

I saw a paint shop sign that read, "Color me Carolina." For two weeks now, I've been trying to convince everyone that a song or poem could be written from this. What a brilliant line! A brilliant name for a shop!

For some reason, although I find this line wonderful, I haven't been able to pick out the words to follow it. Today, while wasting away at the beach, searching for some inspiration, I decided to force Dino into helping me write a poem based off "Color me Carolina"...

Color me Carolina; paint me in your sunset.

If there’s space for me between the orange and pink

I’ve heard I look good in peach.

Fill me with your salty air;

Pencil me into your breeze.

Bury me into the depths of your waters,

Wash me in blues and greens.

Build me a castle where the tide turns pastel

And I’ll live in sweet whispers of waves and seashells.

Draw me beneath the shade of your old palm trees

I’ll dream of setting sail into the furtive unseen

Wrap me in your seaweed;

Hold me hostage in your memories.

Color me Carolina; paint me in your sunset.

I could be one of your honeysuckle sun rays

Or fearlessly fall with your misty, afternoon rains.

Watercolor me atop your easel,

Collide me into the free souled seagulls.

Reveal the hidden bottles and messages I’ve missed,

Leave me sun kissed and optimistic.

Brush me into your sandy canvas lines,

Highlight a star for me in your magenta night sky

Blur me amongst your small towns;

Soak me in your sunflower seeds,

Find a place for me, Carolina.

Whether it be emerald land or your indigo sea-

Color me into the tints and hues of your history.

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Possible Job Opp.

Living the beach bum life style isn't really in my zero income salary  budget, so this afternoon I began contemplating perspective places to work. After much thought, I decided working at Rite Aid must be the most entertaining job and therefore a top option for someone easily thrilled like myself.

Just a few days ago I approached the Rite Aid check out counter with a 12 pack of diet coke and a 2 dollar disposable razor. The cashier attempted to make small talk about the price raise in razors, but I was hardly consumed with my random buy and her sweet old attempt at conversation.

I instead started picturing myself behind the neighboring counter. The young cashier was ringing up a man, who from the side, looked about thirty. He handed her a pack of tampons and a bottle of hotsauce. I wanted to catch a glimpse of his eyes- the wrinkles around eyes offer a much better estimate of age.

If he was younger, I thought, he could be buying these items to attempt some child-like prank, but my thoughts quickly took me towards a father on a quick run for his family.  Regardless, my imaginary life for the thirty year old man quickly disappeared when a woman got in line behind him with a shirt full of reese's eggs and a bottle of shampoo under her armpit.

 I need an application

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This is the Life

Star Exponent article from this past Friday- little lateeee :)

Summer break has always been a saving grace — until I met college.

Sure, there is absolutely a sense of relief when you can trash the binders and make a little spending money off of your books, but with three years under my belt not once have I been ecstatic to leave the college life.

I, like many college students, have a fairly easy lifestyle. I sleep in, I go to class around nine or 10 and I’m free by two.

Yes, there are practices, naps and party planning meetings to attend depending on your extra-curricular activities, but all in all, college students live the life — often times on their parent’s pay roll.

This past Monday, my brother Mo and I packed up a backpack of bathing suits and dragged a few friends with us to North Carolina. As we sat in our screened in porch, listening to the seagulls swim through the Carolina breeze, we began to talk of our futures — our God-awful futures far from the simple college life.

Two spoke of their potential careers in the medical field and one of a life in management. Mo wants to play music and although I often consider becoming a professional student, I would love to waste my life creatively writing about the way seagulls swim through air and fly through the water — or whatever other nonsense comes to mind.

Possible? Sure. Realistic? I don’t really know.

Why can’t Mo and I have normal, assured future careers? Maybe it has to do with our ability to look past normalcy and embrace passion, but truth is I have no doubt that life will eventually throw us in the right direction.

My writing career’s biggest break may only be found in my journals and there’s a chance that the only performance Mo ever puts on will be for his family. Now there is nothing wrong with that — passion is just potential and potential is embraced with practice and all practice needs is a lucky break.

My Dad has a few quotes he says on repeat, one being, “Dreamin’ it and lovin’ it.” If your lucky break or dreams never happen, than you still have your passion and you still have your love.

With that, I can almost guarantee that your failed attempt was a key part in discovering yourself.

I have one year left of college and the rest of my life to figure out where I’m supposed to be.

My mom recently told me she never could see me working a typical nine to five job — I think it had more to do with my severe ADHD, but she claimed she saw a different kind of life for me.

Regardless of where I end up, I can only hope to live the college lifestyle forever, if not, I can only hope that my ADHD dosage is upped dramatically.

So College Advice: Take it from Toby Keith, “If you don’t know where you’re goin’ you might end up somewhere else.” Follow your dreams and if that doesn’t work out follow a new dream, regardless you’ll end up somewhere... right?

Don't Be 2 Cool

Situation: Beach

If you're getting in the ocean- get in. Don't tiptoe across the foam that builds up in the sand and scream when a splash of water taps your fresh pedicure- If you're gonna do this, don't bother leaving your pink beach chair- load on the dark tanning oil and stick with the "I'm at the beach for fashion purposes only " vibe.

Situation: Gym

You're here to workout, to get fit, to shed a few cheeseburgers- take off the spandex/ sportbra outfit and wash that mascara off your eyes. This is not a fashion show- you are not a swimsuit model and sweating eyeliner is not attractive. Throw up your hair and plug in the Ipod. If you must rock the no clothes, all skin look- you better have a great bod and a serious workout goin on...

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Broke

Pay attention Bros, this is how to live with limited income:

1. You must first beg your parents for their extra pennies- they'll give in with the idea that you're taking full advantage of living, but really you will use this income as beer money. Get out of your goodie good mind set and be realistic- alcohol makes things fun if not fun then definitely interesting...

2. Go to the grocery store and buy peanut butter and jelly and bread....you will eat this for every meal... if you feel like splurging get cereal and milk- perfect late night snack.

3. Now for entertainment- pack a cooler and a sandwich and head to the beach. The sand is free. By the time you get skin cancer hopefully you have a real job...until then, soak in the rays, build sandcastles, write poetry, paint pictures, bury your feet 3 feet under- whatever floats your boat. Not only will you have a great tan, but sand castle building may inspire you to become an architect....

Red box movies are always a go to (unless you forget to return them- tabs add up) along with cards, scrabble and ofcourse for those with a smart phone, the infamous words with friends.

Enjoy life folks. The sun is out here in carolina, but the dolphins in the ocean are resembling sharks so I'm stayin the fuck out.

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smooth moves

I've been extremely fortunate to experience numerous things over the last couple weeks of beach hopping. But what i am most excited to share may help you with future chases.

Best two pick up lines:

1. As red was paying her bar tab she conveniently dropped her pen in between the legs of the guy beside her. Although she claimed, to both us and the guy that she was "so sorry," neither believed her... before she left the guy commented on her great pick up line.

2. mo thought it was clever to write his number on a napkin and let it fly from the tiki bar pier onto the beach where girls were covering the sand... cool move bro it swooped down with the wind and landed in the lap of an uninterested bitch which then resulted in a trip to the trash...

The world is waiting

Star exponent article this week... Enjoy

I called my mom to let her know that grades were up and I had received a 4.0.

“First time ever?”

“Yes, Mom — first time.”

“Great honey, how’s the beach?”

My parents were never the kind to drive around with the “I have an honor roll student” sticker on their bumper. Grades were always a key topic in our house, along with the importance of college and the significance behind a good handshake, but what I always admired about my parent’s unconventional style of teaching had nothing to do with school.

My mom always told us that the “The classroom has a lot to offer, but so does the world.”

She’s right. Sure, books are wonderful and solving unrealistic math problems offer a great feeling of success when accomplished, but as long as I remained a 3.0 student my parents never said no to a day off of school for exploration purposes.

No, exploration purposes don’t mean safari trips in Africa. They can be anything from staying home and watching Regis and Kelly, running down at the park or going to Virginia Beach on a business trip with Dad.

Remember, these are just my opinions — my insignificant opinions, but who’s to say that one line out of a talk show host’s mouth can’t change your life? Who’s going to argue that there is a chance your run at the park could lead you to be inspired by a quote someone had written in chalk on the concrete path.

The world has a lot to offer — who’s going to dispute that?

Last Friday, four of my friends and I walked directly from the classroom to the car and drove 16 hours to beautiful Palm Beach, Fla. Although my hooky days in high school were well spent, I can proudly say I did not have one unexcused absence during my junior year and with that, I can enjoyably state that for the first time in my life I received a 4.0 GPA.

I’ve met numerous people that allow their GPA to determine their mood for weeks, even months into the summer, but my momentary high was quickly put in to perspective after my phone call to my mom.

I’m in college, I’m supposed to do the best I can. I’m supposed to take advantage of my time here and yes, I am supposed to get a 4.0 — it’s my job. There is no time to waste basking in my grades, I have waves to admire and sand to dig my toes in to.

So College Advice: My cousin, who now works for the Kansas City Royals, told me that if there was one thing he wishes someone would have told him at my age, it would be, “to enjoy every single moment.” Enjoy your grades and then enjoy your lunch. There is a lot of world out there — notice it.

Hectic

I've been extremely busy analyzing my life post Florida trip. After our 8:30 am arrival on saturday morning, I headed back to Culpeper to repack before our monday take off to north Carolina.... Hectic life-I know...

On Sunday I got suckered in to going to this family party with my parents. Its weird how as you age your parents get more and more lenient with how much they share about their past.

At 13 they assured me they got straight a's all through their academic careers. At 17 they swore they waited to drink alcohol until it was legal. Now that I'm 21 that apparently changes things. Their average grades mixed with their excessive drinking and pre marital child totally disregards the once superhuman view I had of them.

We're in the rainy Carolina weather rocking out to Eric church's song, "Carolina." as soon as we can all get up and moving we're gonna go make inappropriate memories so that we have something to keep from our kids until they turn 21.

Summer Jams

Music, besides unlimited text messaging, could arguably be the most important asset on road trips

2 Must have summer tunes:

1. Crazy girl- Eli young band (so underrated- great band)
2. Dirt road anthem- Jason Aldean ( little southern rap for the gangstaaas)

Summer classics
1. Cool thing- rascal flatts
2. A little more you- little big town

Sure I'm a little biased to the country twang, but trust if your windows are down, breeze is cool, country music loud- life is oh so good...

Advice- listen to the words Brooos!

Gps is saying our West Virginia arrival time is 8:21am... South Carolina just welcomed us

Goodbye Florida

Just got on 95... Goodbye Florida. We're going home "to the place where I belong." we decided that majority of this trip consisted of events that are not worth sharing. They will seem completely unrealistic to most- fabricated to those who can somewhat see the truth in them.

I mean who would believe we found 400 dollars? Who would believe we found ourselves in VIP status...twice? Who would believe that our mini van (yes we rocked a minivan all week) needed triple-a assistance at 4:30 in the morning because of a dead battery? who could possibly believe mawbv2 ate 2 double cheeseburgers and 2 snackwraps in one sitting? Who would believe that we posed as rich kids and strutted into the ritz carlton of palm beach for a quick tour, only leaving after mawbv2 dropped a 125 dollar piece of jewelery? Who would believe we got a free Corey smith and Easton Corbin concert? Who would believe we danced with midgets? Who in their right fucking mind would believe anything written in this blog?

I'll leave you with this... The best memories in life are undocumented- not because they aren't worth sharing,but because they aren't worth believing.

16 Hours to go- bring it on Friday the 13th

Too far?

I've previously mentioned touching up your makeup is a bit caddy, but to expand on the subject, how much is too much?

Duck taping boobs- we've all done it and if you haven't done it than you've tried it, hated it and whined as you ripped it off. We asked these guys we met last night about their feelings regarding duck tape. Their immediate reaction was an awkward glance down to see if we were indeed sporting the duck tape,followed by a "uhhhh it's kinda weird."

Agreed I too find it weird and uncomfortable but let's face it folks there are very few women out there with a perky set of d's... Although I wouldn't advise it on the regular a special occasion may call for some tape.

Second topic... Texting excessively at the bar/restaurant etc. Does not make you look cool or seem popular. If you're not texting than your playing words with friends... Number one rule- do not play words with friends at the bar. A very attractive guy offered us seats near him and after a short introduction he turned to the comfort of his phone- I'm a creeper don't judge but I caught a glimpse of his words with friends game...

"ahh words with friends, my friends play that too... On the beach and in the car and not at the bar...

Too far- words with friends at the bar
Not too far- duck taping your boobs

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Funner

Funnerrrrr- mawbv2 likes to say that when things just aren't fun enough.... Few funny quotes from the night:

Pe teacher: "there is only one blog I believe in!" (say that in a loud obnoxious voice on repeat...)

This lacrosse boy at the bar was talking to us and as we pretended to be interested this is what occured

Laxer- I'm a business management major: play club lacrosse too
Red: wait what's your major?
Laxer- business management
Red: well I'm a nursing major so I know more than you...

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Two Laughs

The five of us have tried to master the thought process of those dumb enough to pursue us. We are quite the interesting group of girls- if my boot doesn't initiate conversations than I am somehow convinced to approach those we are interested in conversing with. Not sure if it's because my lack of a filter or my lack of fear when it comes to being harshly denied- regardless I speak up.

What we've really focused on this trip is the laugh. There are two different kinds of laugh ladies- the good and obviously the bad. Last night mawbv2 made it known that this guy was looking at us repeatedly with a big smile and chuckle...

"Well Mawbv2," I said. "The good laugh or the bad laugh?"

She claimed it was the good laugh., but I'm awfully skeptical of her ability to differentiate between the two laughs.

Ladies- before you get all ancy and giggly about a potential hotty noticing you- GO TO THE BATHROOM. This will allow two things to happen:

1. You will realize your hair is frizzy from the humid night (Put it up and try again), you may need a tissue, your bra may be showing due to your otherwise awesome shirt or worse your not wearing a bra and everyone got a taste- regardless of what it is you will quickly discover that it was a bad laugh.

2. The second thing and hopefully the good thing that would occur from your bathroom trip is that you look great. Be patient in there. Don't stay to long you don't want him to think you're reapplying makeup (that's too caddy- keep it simple) But when you walk out, walk with confidence.

What we do know (or what the five of us like to think we know) is that women control the playing field, men are more clueless than us. Take it from the queen of flirting, Red- looks reel them in, sarcasm keeps them there.

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Fake

I've decided wearing a boot for my broken foot is a positive- yes, it totally throws off the outfit,but it is the greatest conversation starter. For instance last night after explaining my injury over ten times to strangers I decided to switch up the story

Guy-what happened!?
Me- oh nothing I just wear it to draw attention to myself. It is the greatest conversation starter...
Guy-oh...

I didn't use that joke again anyways besides my boot being the center of attention, the best story of the night also involves myself... Duh

We started talking to these skater dudes simply for entertainment and because we could steal their table. I accidentally hit this guys arm and it went flyin off the table. No big deal right? Wrong I go to tap his arm to apologize and I notice it's fake.

Now before I continue let me make it clear that I am the most embarrassing/ awkward person known to human existence.

"oh...it's fake... That's awesome..."

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Beach Etiquette

The girls and I are currently soaking in these beautiful cancerous rays in palm beach. For the most part we can't complain... The sky is blue and the waves are just inches from our toes... There is a problem though- not even a problem just some common sense beach etiquette tips we desperately need to share.

Rule one- men- we do not fantasize over penis like you do with boobs...do not wear speedos. Again I repeat, do not wear speedos. They are not only outdated and often wore by overweight men, but they in no way flatter your lack of butt- stick to the trunks or we're refusing to speak to you. We will however make eyecontact. Remember as a kid when you were told it's rude to stare? Well we can't fucking help it so please don't mistake our staring for admiration.

This leads us to rule two- after you carry and deliver a human being, you are immediately dismissed from the two piece bathingsuit club. Be satisfied with your gift from god- we see the obnoxious little rascal we don't need to see your stretch marks as proof.

Rule three- when you receive a birthday card regarding your change in metabolism- this also excludes you from the two piece crew... Reaching age fifty can clarify any other questions you may have regarding bathingsuits.

Now there are exceptions to these rules but the chances that you are an exception are slim to none.

Let me clarify that I am no where near sexy beachbod status, but I keep it clean folks... I suggest you do the same

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hello condo

We have arrived.

Red, mawbv2 and I are awaiting the heat and the beach. Mawbv1 and PE Teacher are already passed out.

We've been here for ten minutes... Partyyyyyyy

time- 8:21am



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Cheers to sunshine

Just fueled up on Starbucks coffee and sandwiches... Well I'm the only one that got a sandwich, I'm starving.

Two things I've learned on this trip:
1. Pe teacher is funnier than me
2. Red's driving makes me sick

It's 6:07am I can basically feel the sand between my toes... Oh wait, that's just cookie crumbs covering the floorboards

Hello sunshine state :)

Delirium

It's 4:31 am and surprise surprise red is still asleep. Blogspot writer offered to take her place spotting for mawbv2 because she was "wide awake". She is now joining mawbv1 and red in their drooling and snoring endeavors.

Mawbv2 and I decided to pass the time not telling each other our fantastically funny stories but rather look up the dumbest laws in certain states. Definitely more entertaining. We learned that in Florida the state law says that "you can not fart in public after 6pm"-mawbv2 is screwed on that one.

Another law says "it is illegal to have sex with a porcupine"-guess blogspot writer is screwed.

Another law said "you can only have sex in the missionary position"- guess that's a good law for the might as well be virgins considering that's their "most scandalous hookup"

Hope everyone was just as entertained as we were. It might be because we are delirious from our lack of sleep that we found that amusing. We are 3 hrs away and praying red wakes up to take her turn soon. She seems to be having a good dream from the noises she's making so we don't want to wake her.

Sincerely,
Pe teacher and mawbv2

Clarification

Okay yes I am In the car in case anyone was wondering. I like to just listen to what everyone else is saying and watch what they are doing in hopes of me sneakly getting ahold of this so called blog. I purposely dont share my amazing stories or snore or listen to music. I like to pretend like I'm sleeping so that I don't draw attention to myself.

Here are the facts.

Blogspot writer does indeed snore the loudest and she likes to snuggle with us. She also obnoxiously changes the radio station until she finds a song she actually knows. She then sings it (with her beautiful voice I might add) to the entire van. My thoughts...stick to writing.

Mawbv#2 definitely listens to her music too loud. I completely respect the drowning out of blogspot writer but your music is just as obnoxious. As for your stories, they are not funny. My thoughts, stick to calf raises.

Mawbv#1 also snores obnoxiously And her giant daddy long legs are all over me cause shes too tall. So i have zero room While her and red grt to sprawl out and drool

Red has done nothing exciting for this trip but sleep the entire way.

Of course this is all with love and happiness of being in the car for 14 hrs with these characters

-the best pe teacher (3:17 just got to floirda!)

Speed

Clarification- I hardly snore...red on the other hand is shaking the car.

Mawbv2 and I are trying to pass the time with stories from our past and our sure to be chaotic future. I'll share my fav one...

She told me her mom was giving driving advice one afternoon and said "what do you do when you're in between a tractor trailer and the railing?" mawbv2 and her friend obviously said,"keep driving"

"no,speed the fuck up"

Advice proving successful on 95 this beautiful morning...

Time check-2:55am

I'm getting hungry and I'm starting to realize that road trips are not for me...

Might As Well Be Virgin Takeover

Might as well be virgins 1&2 here ladies and gents. The blog spot writer is currently sleeping and handed the phone over to me, mawbv 2, so I can charge it. I'm bored and currently "spotting" mawbv 1, so here's a post from the other side of the blog. In response to why my headphones being so loud..I did it as precaution in case the blog writer decided to talk, it would easily drown out her voice. But anyway, I'm sure her snoring will kick in soon which I can hear over any volume of music and this whole car might go deaf because of her. With that in mind this dreadful car ride only has 6 more hours left to it and once I hear "are we there yet" during my portion of the drive, in t minus 20 minutes, I'm going to hit her. So I'm sorry if this is your only form of entertainment because there may not be a blogspot writer anymore.

Current time: 1:21 am..and the blogger is stirring. I'd rather hear her snore than talk, all with love of course.

Sincerely, mawbv 1&2

Are we there yet

Mawbv2 will definitely be deaf by age 45. Her earphones just provided the car with music for the past hour... She somehow managed to sleep through the riot.

We just stopped at a creepy truck stop where red reminded us of the buddy system. For some reason that system never gets outdated. It has been more useful in my older years for bathroom trips at random parties or bars, but nevertheless it solidifies my theory that the fundamentals of life are learned in elementary school.

Back on the road... Time is 12:41am

Unforunately I'm holding in my "are we there yet's" ...something I could totally get away with in elementary school.

No, I don't think maturity is a fundamental of life I just think it's a useful trait to pick up on to avoid getting punched in the face...

Thoughts from my phone

Boredom can do wonders for the mind... I write down everything. Almost everything... Pencils are my best friends, when they're not around im forced to rely on my good old flip phone. It's capable of holding 130 characters, which is hardly enough for the random thoughts I have, hear and see, but regardless I'll share a few...

"you dont have to be a writer to write- you just have to be human. Everyone has thoughts and if you have thoughts you have something to write"-Dino

"people always say theyre scared of time, but they aren't scared of time, they're scared of what time will change... or what it won't change."

"I have seen tomorrow"- sign I read on the metro

"you know you want to deserve this"

"the world will change you. Does anything stay the same?"

Just a few quotes for thought :)

Current time 9:56pm

Florida bound

Although I'm out of the office and by office I mean 420...I plan on giving you frequent updates with the help of my fellow roadtrippers: red, might as well be virgin 1&2 and pe teacher.

I would like to first ask you to forgive all grammatical mistakes... Im working from an iPhone and my patience/medicine has long worn off.

If you didn't know, status updates are a very serious ordeal to the Facebook community- with that being said we just entered north Carolina, one halfass game of phase ten has been completed (i immediately quit once i realized mawbv2 was gonna kick my ass) Martina McBride is singing, "this one's for the girls" and my status reads:

"just bought some shades at the amaco station, makes me feel like I'm on vacation..."

Palm beach arrival time 7:21 am

Response

The following is a response I received  regarding my latest star exponent article, Truth Hurts (posted in the post below)... I immediately related it to my Dad who likes to also speak exaggerated reality. For instance: if I was to hit a lay up with ten seconds left to go in the game, my dad would say, "Hannah hit a lay up at the buzzer on three defenders"... I laugh because his sense of reality is hilarious and also because his remake stories are usually unrealistic. 


Anyways take what you want from the following... I appreciated the comment.




Very pragmatic & so true...........well what is truth anyway. Truth is what one person conjurs it up to be and they, themself, believe. In essence truth can be a lie, doctored to look like the truth. Truth can change over the years on a subject like how big the fish he/she caught was since that individual's concept of the size of the fish may be exaggerated although heartfelt truthful.




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Truth Hurts

Star Exponent article printed today broooos...Enjoy!

People hate the truth, but people love controversy … ironic?

White lie’s make smiles through all the sympathy they speak. Howard Stern makes millions for saying what white lies try to hide. And I -I say as much as I can within my limits.

Yes, unfortunately I have limits. I play for a team I must somewhat represent, a coach that wants to avoid hearing things she doesn’t have to hear and a future job that wants nothing to do with my mischievous college talk.

With that being said, I know that people hate the truth. I also know that I am no Howard Stern, so what I prefer to do is speak exaggerated reality –similar to the truth, except better.

My Tuesday thoughts, written in place of lecture notes, will not help me pass the final, but they will better explain the purpose behind exaggerated reality.

Everyone loves a good love song, you know why?

Because everyone that hasn’t found it, knows it’s coming.

Everyone that has it believes in it.

And everyone that’s lost it hopes for it to play again.

These four lines are exaggerated reality. Sure I’d like to believe in them, but after reading them over, I thought I should rewrite them as follows:

Everyone loves a good love song. The lyric’s tug on our hearts and our childhood dreams of the fairytale Cinderella story, but truth is:

Those who haven’t found love have no idea what’s coming.

Those who have found love, search for reasons it could end.

Those who have lost love are thankful it ended because his/her snoring was obnoxious.

You hated how pessimistic my second stanza was, go ahead and admit it. Even I hated to rewrite what I originally shared. I hate the truth.

On Monday evening, all teams were required to attend an awards ceremony. The baseball coach was unable to attend, so in his place an injured senior captain recapped the season.

“Well as you all know, I’m broken,” he stated. “That pretty much explains our season (short pause) we’re broken. We’ve basically been broken since the first pitch of the season.”

Absolutely priceless. The entire audience went silent. Every coach dropped their jaw and the look on the athletic director’s face made me wonder if he was going to take back the microphone. I love controversy.

Sure, he could have spoken about how although they are having an iffy start, good things are sure to come, but all I would have heard was “Blah, blah, blah, boring white lies.”

“So College” Advice: Singer/ songwriter, John Mayer told me (or at least I felt like he was speaking to me) to “Say what you need to say.” He’s right. Say what you need to say and whether it’s exaggerated, truthful or total, utter nonsense, you better say it convincingly. People will always hate the truth, but what people may hate more is “blah, blah, blah, boring white lies.”

America 4 Lyfe!

To avoid looking like a complete idiot, I watch the news every morning and briefly check headlines throughout the day. No, I still don't know what the hell is going on in this country, but the point is I do attempt to understand. Thanks to Social Networking- there is no freaking way I was missing this news. Osama Bin Laden= dead!... wonderful indeed, ten  years of his nonsense has finally been put to rest. Anyways two things I wanted to mention.

1. I log on to Facebook, knowing that everyone's status' would say something regarding USA! or Osama Sucks! something along those lines.. you get it. But what I did not expect to see was Ducky's attempt at taking over Al Queda.

Ducky is really searching for support, so give him a shout out if you approve his attempt to begin his reign.

2. Why Fox News... Why?

I took this picture from one of my friends who had put it on Facebook... this is truly embarassing and makes me think voting for Ducky wouldn't be the worst idea.

Regardless, this is a wonderful achievement for America. I was asked to come celebrate at the bar and also told to "Be American- drink a PBR"... I decided against both, but only because I'm waiting for the news regarding the epic drop in Fox News viewers.

Personal thought- I find it extremely odd that the Pakistan military failed to acknowlege Osama's presence, regardless of him apparently being in "plain sight" and "in their territory" ....oh fucking please Pakistan. Very sneaky to meeeeee. My morning news tells me Pakistani and US relations have been shakey, but how bad is it dudess? 

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So Cool

I remember the days when I was embarrassed to go places with my parents. Now I live for them.

This weekend rocked. Not only because at this time next week I’ll be sipping margaritas on the beach in Florida, but also because it was “Cool Weekend.”

“Cool Night” began last year and we have since decided to make it a tradition following Might-As-Well-Be-Virgin-2’s birthday. Cool Night is nothing more than wearing cool clothes, shorts and cutoff t-shirts would suffice, and doing cool activities. Anything from swimming to hanging out with your parents obviously is considered cool.

The festivities began on Friday with our basketball banquet. Oddly enough, instead of embracing the ceremony and calling it a night, majority of the evening was spent overhearing our parents whisper about the after party.

I’m not sure if it’s cool to have such outgoing and party hungry parents or just really weird. Basically, as soon as the wonderful banquet ended, all the parents sprinted to their cars and dragged us along to Bender’s (a local bar).

Bender’s has grown awfully familiar with our parents and I thought it quite embarrassing that the bartender had no recognition of me, but called majority of the parents by first name.

The night was entertaining to say the least. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol talking or our parents thinking it was okay to say half of the things they said but three of my favorite quotes of the night:

1.      “I had my first kid thanks to tequila.”

2.      “If my daughter shot the basketball like beer pong, she’d be a force to reckon with.”

3.      “If I partied this hard in college, I might not have made it through.”

Oddly enough, every daughter left before their parents. Not sure if they are just cooler or we were just over their stories. Regardless, they continued on and as we left they shouted "We can't wait til next year!"... yeah us too crazies.

We made stops around town until I eventually called it a night. Unfortunately, I missed the most cool part of cool night 1. As Red, Hooters, and M-A-W-B-V-2 dropped off Beaver at the on campus apartments, they were approached by a random girl.

Girl- Are you guys So College?

M-A-W-B-V-2 looked around and shook her head as she explained that Yes, they were So College.

Girl- Oh my gosh! Red! M-A-W-B-V-2! So Collegeeee! Can you guys take a picture for me?

Red, M-A-W-B-V-2 and Hooters proceeded to pose for pictures and videos for their new best friend.

The next morning I was telling Red how I would have loved to have been there for that and all she said was, “Hometown celebs… no big deal.”

Saturday followed Cool Weekend protocol perfectly. We left around noon to head to Baltimore for a stuffing face competition at Phillips. Phillips, for those who don’t know, is an all you can eat seafood restaurant. We go every year with M-A-W-B-V-2’s family as part of her birthday celebration.

Red, PE Teacher, Hooters, M-A-W-B-V-1, M-A-W-B-V-2 and I, spent over an hour refilling our plates with crab legs, mussels and clams… and then a cookie.

No, I do not regret it.

We then caused chaos around inner harbor for a few hours in celebration of M-A-W-B-V-2’s birthday. After she began explaining how funny it would be if she pushed me in to the harbor considering my boot that I wear for my broken foot would probably weigh me down… we figured we should leave.

Every one of us passed out upon our arrival home. I was sleeping wonderfully UNTIL Red came barging around the house at 9pm to awake us for the first annual 420 Olympic Competition. I know that no one knows exactly what these Olympics entailed and you never will. BUT, I will leave you with a picture and the assurance that the Red Team won and will forever be the first champions…

RED TEAM/ WINNERS!

I suppose I will thank all the participants... job well done friends, job well done.

Participants of first Olympic Competition!

(Sepcial thanks to the ref)

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