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In golf they want you to wear tan shorts or khakis. Wait, what exactly are khakis? That is beside the point, tan. The color tan is my point. Tan and cream-colored things drive me insane. If you are one of my friends you probably know this. If not, please endure. These colors bug me for several reasons: Cream is not a color. Plain as that, the same way white isn’t. Cream bothers me though because it isn’t white, but it is close enough to trick you. Cream is just an ugly white. I mean why make something cream when it could be white? WHY? It confounds me and makes me angry to an extent. It is just a dirty white color. It makes me want to wash it, but I know it won’t come off. Ugh, makes me sick. ...

I love this old decrepit barn. Very pretty with the teal roof. I have a lot of great barn pictures taken along my journeys.

This weekend we’re moving Nick into his apartment and new life at Cal Poly. It’s still hard to believe that this day has actually arrived, but I’m excited for Nick to start this stage of his life. I have to say I never had a view like this from my freshman college dorms. Pretty sweet. His apartment has four private rooms, a shared living room, and kitchen. As if it wasn’t good enough, one of his roommates brought a big flat panel TV. ...

I was in my Theory of Knowledge class the other day, and because of my cold medicine, I was totally wired. I typically am really interested in that class but I just couldn’t pay attention because Me + Cold Medicine = Bad News and Weird Things So I am sitting in the back of the classroom when suddenly it dawns on me, I can’t sit in this chair a second longer. So what does my brain go to? Of course, what else? The floor. I just stand up in my seat and go around my desk and plunk down on the floor. ...

Goodbye my brother, I will miss you so!!! Good luck at Cal Poly. I still think you are a mountain goat. LOVE YOU!!!

I try to avoid parking lots by all costs. Parking lots have got bad news written all over them, so I just try to stay away. They are a pain in the butt too. Here are my reasons and pet peeves about parking lots: They are one of the most accident prone places. Whenever I am in a parking lot I feel like some body is going to come whipping around the corner and smash into me. I never feel safe, and I get really paranoid. ...

One of my favorite sweets is salt water taffy. It makes my life like nothing else… well except corks. In Calumet Michigan there is a mercantile store where they sell taffy by the bucket. I love this place, I would move in if I could. Just row after row of giant taffy barrels filled with all kinds of flavors of glorious taffy. My favorite flavor has got to be watermelon. ...

Sorry, no time for posts so here is something I wish I was doing instead of piles of homework, rock picking. These are some photos of rocks we found in Lake Superior off the Keewenaw coastline. Very cool agates and such.

This was a dessert I had at the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas. I made him look like a Pac Man. Some how this picture is slighty depressing and at the same time makes me laugh until I cry. If any of you have ever eaten at the buffet at the Bellagio, you know what I am talk about when I say: YOU CAN NEVER LOOK AT FOOD THE SAME AGAIN! ...