We've had some times I wouldn't change for the world.

Slid down a concrete hill, lost a friend, saw a butt, walked down an alley, ate some pizza, held a snake...

We've all been to shows where the band throws, water, beer, t-shirts, or drumsticks into the crowd, but have you ever been to one where they throw out hamburgers?
Only at SXSW in ATX. The end.

I know I want to blog right now but I have no ideas as to what to blog about. Does that ever happen to anyone else? Alright. I've been wanting to let out my excitment for my week off next week, but I didn't want to kill it before it happened. Oh well, gonna let it out (gah, preposition!).

Saturday I'm flying into New Haven, CT to spend 4 days with my brother. We'll be spending one day in NYC, two days snowboarding, a possible trip up to the Orange Country Choppers headquarters, and pretty much anything else we can squeeze in (again!). This is wonderful because this trip will combine many of my favorite things. I have a lot of favorite things but don't think that that makes them any less special. Anyway. I will name these things in list format.

1. airports and flying.
2. snowboarding
3. Museums!
4. The fuckin library
5. my brother
6. Guitar hero
7. I don't have a 7th but even numbers really bother me.

So yes. I'm excited. Texas is a bitch to drive through (!!!). A BITCH. Anyone who's ever done it can attest to that. It blows my mind that I will soon be in such a tiny state. I wish I could explain it. Really the only places I've been east of Texas are Louisiana and two days in DC (this excludes a roadtrip to Wisconsin when I was younger that I do not remember). OH! I'm also going to H&M. I've never been but I hear good things. I'm kind of thinking itll be a let down but oh well. Alright blog accomplished. If anyone knows of some shit I should get into up in the CT area, please share. The end.

Once upon a time, about 5 years ago, a then-friend, who is now more of an acquaintance, gave me the password to his email account. Ever since then I have been periodically signing in, just to see what I could see. Yes. Five years later and I still check this guy's email. It sounds stalker-ish, I know, but I really don't feel much shame or embarrassment in admitting this to whoever stumbles across this blog. Years ago, when I first was told his pw, his email was interesting. Now its pretty boring, but I still feel the need to sign in every few months. Curiosity about the private lives of others I guess.

Sometimes I think about the fact that I do this. I know the difference between right and wrong. When I do something I know is wrong, I feel guilty or nervous. Yet, in checking this dude's email I experience none of these feelings. I know that it is wrong but I guess I feel that it matters so little in the huge grand scheme of things that I don't care. As I write this I'm remembering other "wrong" things that I have done. I've cut class, I've cheated in school (although not on anything major like a test or paper) and in sports, I lie probably on a weekly, if not daily, basis. I do these things knowing they're wrong but honestly not caring one bit.

This makes me think a lot about my kids because here I am, expecting them to tow the line despite all the things I've done-and still do-wrong in my life. It motivates me to relax a bit because lets face it, who hasn't snuck in after curfew or faked sick or told a lie? And really I don't think there are many people who have turned out badly because of these things. Not that I'm going to let my second graders run wild or get away with everything, its just something to think about. Maybe a better title for this blog would have been Try DIShonesty, but I'm ripping off the Billy Talent song so oh well. The end.