Today

Thoughts that have run through my head today.

My biggest dream is to be picked up on a motorcycle. Not some lame poser bullet bike either, I'm talkin a real HOG. Harley Davidson baby. In fact my absolute dream honeymoon would be to ride on the back of my husband's harley across Route 66, stopping at aluminum-double-wide-trailers turned delicious diners. OH MY HECK!!! On saturday I saw a MOTORCYLE WITH A SIDECAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I didn't even know those things still existed. I cannot even tell you the excitement that ensued after I drove past that wonderful, glorious, motorcycle-sidecar attachment. I felt so envious of the passengers. If only. If only. Also one of my best friends recently obtained a nice guy friend who happens to have a motorcycle. Ya, she gets to ride on the back of it to gas stations at lunch time. Jealousy. I have yet to ride on the back of a motorcycle. The closest I've come is riding on the back of Christian Sager's bright yellow scooter. That hardly counts. No offense Christian but your bright yellow scooter isn't exactly what I'd call tough. In fact when you wear your yellow shirt AND yellow shoes while you drive it, it makes it even less tough and more nerdy. But that's why I love you, because you wear all yellow outfits while driving a yellow scooter.

Last summer I attempted to build a sidecar for my bicycle. I went to Home Depot and bought plywood. I also jacked the wheels off of a little red wagon. I spent approximently 30 minutes on it before giving up and going to a dance party. They're more complicated than you would think. Obviously you need more than a few boards and little plastic wagon wheels to build a fully functional sidecar. At least I tried.

Bob Dylan is pretty cool. Also Ray Charles. Also I like listening to country music and sometimes I lose sleep because I lay awake too long listening to my iPod. Alison Krauss has a sweet voice. I kind of wish I could sing like her.

How does one go about obtaining beach waves such as these?

If I had three hours every morning to do my hair I would figure out how to do this.

I think peeing is a waste of time. In fact I am holding it in right now because I don't want to get up and go. Perhaps that is simply laziness? Maybe I just have better things to do? Think of how much time you would save if you didn't have to go to the bathroom 3+ times a day! Oh the things I could accomplish! TMI, maybe?

Can't wait to graduate. I wake up each morning and think to myself, "Which classes could I get away with not going to today?". This is not ideal thinking for one who actually wishes to graduate. Good thing I made a goal to never go to absence school. I will inevitably use up all 3 allotted absences per class however. I can work the system.

I wish every day I would have a moment where I was laughing so hard that I was crying. That is my favorite moment - when you can hardly breathe and the actual sound of your laughter is silenced and your abs are simply moving up and down. Eyes scrunched up, tears freely flowing. You think you might die from how hard you are laughing. Love that feeling. I love laughing. The funniest moment of my entire life happened when I was in the seventh grade. I was at a party, for a white elephant gift my friend Ben recieved a really tight, nasty, spandex "thing" costume. He put it on. We dared him to go ring the doorbell of a random house and dance in it. So he did. When the lady answered the door he raised his arms above his head and snapped. Then he danced this really hilarous, somewhat seductive dance. It was awesome. Everyone was hiding in a bush across the street laughing. That was the hardest I've ever laughed in my life. The lady asked him who paid him to dress up like that. He didn't speak a word - he only blew her a kiss and ran away. Hahaha. Yes.

Over and out.