Spring Break

Well here I am and we have less than 5 hours until we leave for London for Spring Break. I'm getting excited to say the least. This week was like an older brother holding you down and torturing you until you piss yourself, which just happens to be 5 minutes before your whole family comes over for Christmas Dinner. I never thought that I would be the type of person to go on a spring break trip. I always picture girls like "Spring Break Girl" on Saturday Night Live walking around and contracting every disease in the book, as well as a few new ones. Why is spring break such a stereotypical whore fest for fraternity/sorority people? I think the ugly MTV monster has planted a seed of profit for themselves. I mean with all the shows they make during this time, I bet it really helps them to collect add revenue.

Teachers just like to pile stuff on right before you leave. I guess I would have a huge test at 4:00 on Friday for my students if I was a teacher just to mess their plans up. I got lucky because all my classes today got cancelled.Yesterday I had 2 of my classes cancelled as well. In Art History, which I really like, we had about 20 scholars out of 100 show up. Our teacher had a movie planned which was about the art and architecture of castles during the medevil time period. She took a vote of who wanted to stay and who wanted to watch the video. I was the only one who enjoys castles I guess.

I don't have a suitcase of my own, so for this trip I had to borrow one. I had one from one of Paige's friend, but she needed it for the same reason I did. I was at work so I asked Bri. She said yes, and after 2 days of forgetting to bring it and me calling her several times, I was the proud temporary owner of a BRIGHT PURPLE SUITCASE! Paige thought it was appropriate that I tie a neon pink ribbon on it in order to find it better. As if bright purple isn't enough! Won't be surprised if I get my ass beat.

Wednesday night I went to a conert. It was Gojira, Machine Head, Trivium, and Lamb of God. There was a certain element of joy because this was the first concert I could drink at. It was a totally different experience. I will tell you that loud music, ugly punk-asses with amazingly odd hair with insame ammounts of hair gel, and themes of death are alive and well in the world. Someone spilled a beer on me from the balcony. Cool.

When I was driving home a couple days ago, I notice a stretch Hummer limo parked outside a Taco Johns. I was glad that there was a red traffic light next to it because it gave me time to look at the hillbilly wedding party of 8 grabbing all the Potato Ole's they could get their hands on. Looks like they blew all their money on their car, kinda like mexicans.

Hacker and I recently went to the Sportsmans Show at the dome. It was quite amazing to see all the booths and shit people had over-priced and ready to sell. They had everything that an outdoorsman could want. We even walked in on a dog show that would have put Westminster to shame. It think the best of show award should have gone to this monster that I could have ridden like a horse. A few days after the show, I got a call from this booth that we signed up for "free" trips to Florida at. Turns out it was a huge scam because Hacker got a call about an hour after I did, and it turns out they are charging $300 for free trips these days. Free just keeps getting cheaper and cheaper.

I told the guys I live with last night that if I die, they must have a golf-off match for all of my stuff. I also told them to play more guitar, golf more, and have a few drinks here and there. Only upon their agreement did I say I loved them.

I had to buy a bunch of mini travel things for this trip. One thing I thought I would try out was this set of bags that allowed you to press all the air out like a vaccum sealer. Now coming from Target, I didnt get my hopes too high, but turns out they work very well. I fit way more stuff in my homo-like suitcase. While pressing all the air out of my bag, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to place my head in there. I was also thinking about calling The Food Saver people and asking them whats up, cause clearly Target isn't half bad.

Being a huge Peter Pan fan, (wish I could fight, fly, and crow, not to mention kick Dustin Hoffman's ass) I couldn't help but wish I was going back home to London to see Granny Wendy in her bed telling me to REMEMBER who I was and to go back to Neverland and rescue my kids. I realized why they call it Neverland. Not matter how much I believe in it, wish I could go there, or jump off window sills hoping to fly, I know I will never get there. I guess I quote Weezer in saying- "Only In Dreams"

I am off to shower and try puke up the butterflies who made my stomach their home. I am very much excited (not) for the 16 hour plan ride from Minneapolis to London. Please run about in a big area, eating delicious food, singing beautiful songs, and laugh out loud. Just take 5 minutes to think about my cramped-in-a-seat-about-two-sizes-too-small-for-anyone ass.

London Awaits.