I'm FLLLLLYYYYYYYINNNGG!!!!!

Dude. I was so out of it last night. As soon as I hit "publish post" on the last blog I literally blacked out. And when I say blacked out, I mean I opened my eyes and I could seriously not figure out where I was, what I was doing, and why I was there. It was kind of scary.

But I got sleep, and that is all that matters. What what.

I wonder sometimes if I am immature, and also if I am the only one who is immature. By immature, I mean in the way that I live my life. Exhibit A: Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday my first class is in the Management Building in Tech Square. For those of you who don't know, the Management building is attached to the Georgia Tech Barnes & Noble Bookstore. You know, the place where you sell your soul and perhaps your firstborn at the beginning of every semester for some textbooks and maybe an overpriced PRS transmitter. Anyway, every MWF I find myself waking up (oftentimes too late) and leaving my dorm with 10 minutes to get to class on time. However, whenever I walk into the entrance that can take me either into B&N on the left or the stairs that take me to the first floor of the Management Building, I almost always take the door on the left. Why, you might ask? Because inside of the B&N is an escalator. And on the escalator is where I like to find myself every morning. Why? Because escalators are fuuuuun. I mean, they are like moving stairs! Isn't that a good enough reason? And the fact that I am going so high up makes me excited because when I look back on the ground that I just left I feel as though I'm flying. Yes, fllllyyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiing. IT'S AWESOME!!!!!! The way I see it, it's worth the added two minutes that it takes to go up the escalator, then through the second floor, out of the B&N, through the Management building, and then down the stairs to my actual class. Totally, completely, utterly worth it.

And I wonder, is that normal? I mean sometimes I get the feeling as I go through college life that people are so far removed from their old childhood imaginations. Seriously, I wonder if I am the only college student who gets a kick out of using an umbrella when it's raining outside (it's like you have some sort of forcefield around you that is impenetrable by the drops of rain) or if I am the only college student who still opens up the washer so that you can see the clothes swish around (it's the coolest thing ever). Am I the only college student who thinks its cool to wear lab goggles?

Am I?

Hmm.....maybe I should go order a tall white mocha frappuccino and discuss politics while wearing Birkenstocks.

And all beige.

I think that would do the trick. Maybe that will convince you all that I am not socially retarded in how I think about the world. Maybe then I will be taken seriously. Maybe I won't snicker every time someone says "duty" anymore. Maybe I will stop watching the kiddie shows like Arthur or Little Einsteins. Maybe I will stop feeling cool whenever I unflip my cell phone. Maybe I will stop riding the escalator whenever the opportunity presents itself. Maybe....maybe.


Pish. Who am I kidding? Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at approximately 8:28 am you know where to find me. I will be in the process of flying to the moon by way of a super cool escalator. Feel free to join me if you like...I only have one rule for those who want to embark with me on this adventure....




No. Birkenstocks. Allowed.






*But we're never gonna survive....unless we get a little crazy.*
~Alanis Morissette