Road Trip!
We ended up in a cabin in Deadwood, South Dakato. Hot tub!
Finish reading 'Road Trip!' »We ended up in a cabin in Deadwood, South Dakato. Hot tub!
Finish reading 'Road Trip!' »Today was interesting.
Finish reading 'Road Trip!' »
So I was watching Scrubs last night, enjoying myself and Elliot's engagement-neuroticism, when something inevitable happened: a commercial break. I part watched, part spaced as a car commercial (blah), Comcast commercial (you're practically a monopoly now, you don't need to advertise so much!), a Target commercial (okay, I like Target, that one's permissible) and a Burger King commercial were all aired. It was that last one that irked me.
In the commercial, a mom is trying to get her daughter to eat an apple. The girl, whiny, cries, "No!" in such a pleasant way. The mom offers to slice it for her so she won't have to strain herself ("No!"), bites out of it to show her how good it is ("No!"), and even begs a little ("NO!"). Then the Burger King comes out of nowhere to save the day. How? He offers her what appear to be French Fries, but alas, they are really apples just sliced to look as such. The girl, of course thinking that they really are French Fries, takes the oddly sliced apples without complaint.
Um. Seriously?
Yesterday I went to downtown Chicago for a food festival called Taste of Chicago. You got to sample foods native to Illinois and the great city.
Finish reading 'Road Trip!' »A bad economic state can turn suburban housewives into drug dealers (á la Weeds), stay-at-home moms into innovative entrepreneurs (Jibbitz? Honestly, crocs don't need to be any uglier), or regular citizens into selfish thieves (ding ding ding, topic of blog!).
Finish reading 'Don't Be Fooled by the Films, Kids, Crime Doesn't Pay' »Today is the second day of our two week road trip out to Nebraska. I will try to update everyday with pictures. Finish reading 'Road Trip!' »
So tomorrow I'm leaving for a trip to Europe.
I'll be traveling with a national choir called Sound of America, which is actually based out of Carlisle. Not only that, but the director of the York County Honors Choir (which I'm in), Randy Yoder, is also the director of this choir, so I'll be familiar with him.
But anyway, for the next few days, I'll be at Elizabethtown College practicing our music. Then, we head off to Europe: France, Italy, Switzerland, Luxembourg, Austria, and Germany. I don't think I need to express how excited I am, haha.
So I'll be gone until the 28th, missing all of my friends and family of course. I suppose I sound kind of nonchalant about it...
But I don't feel like overusing punctation..................
(Meant to be ironic. And mocking.)
(Seriously guys, can we clean up our act? Both grammar, spelling, and ESPECIALLY content-wise?)
So, apparently I have a syndrome.
Doesn't that sound just godawful?
Well, when I was very young, I had strabismus. In other words, I had crossed eyes. (The pictures are quite hilarious.) Two eye surgeries, a pair of glasses, and a patch later, I was all fixed.
But apparently, I now see the world differently than everyone else - literally.
Finish reading 'Seeing the world differently' »A Teen Takeover alum has suggested that the recent blog entries are not up to par or not reflecting the teens of York in a positive manner. Newbies, we can't have that, can we? Something must be done, and who better to done it than me to? (Note intentional grammatical errors for lighthearted and playful mockery.) So sit back and relax, kiddies; it's story time.
Finish reading 'The Salt Mines Smell Suspiciously Like Chlorine' »The cabin we stayed in was supported by cinder blocks and sticks. Enough said. I tried to walk straight and I ended up running into the wall on the far side. There were two tiny beds, a minifridge, and a bathroom twenty feet away. The spiders were as big as me.
Next time we go to New York, I'm staying with my grandparents. It was my cousin's graduation and everyone was in the house, so my family rented out a cabin by Lake Ontario. The website explained the view and how nice it was to stay in such a quaint place. I will never believe the internet again.
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