Of Survival and Such

So get this, I just survived senior survival. At first I really didn't want to go, but once I was forced into the car and acutally got on the way and got around to meeting new people, I realized that I was completely foolish to consent to go. Basically it consisted of not showering for four days, (though I did wash myself in the creek briefly once. Cold, in case your wondering) cooking eggs and hash browns repeatedly on for breakfast that tasted incredibly like old camping pans, freezing at night, boiling in the day, and trying to avoid eye contact with the freaks we tagged along with. That's right folks, my school's so small we have to snag another school's senior survival to go out in the woods. Hey, if we were a planet, you'd have to duck every time the moon passed over and the weatherman would have to change his forecast every time someone sneezed (I actually got that last part from 3-2-1 Penguins. Great show). Anyhoo, got back this afternoon, took a great shower, talked to my gorgeous girlfriend, and had some great peaches. I got a weekend ahead and gamey week behind. Life ain't bad.

Lego Video Games

Now, I realize most of you people have probably never even heard of Lego video games, but I sure have. It all started with Lego Star Wars. This was shortly followed by a sequel, to be tailed by Lego Indiana Jones(which I have never been a fan of), and, releasing this month, Lego Batman(which I am soooo gonna get). Critics and badmouters all over have wondered if maybe the Lego video game thing has gone a bit too far, and maybe it has, but I will still continue to buy them as they come, fulfilling my duty as a white and nerdy(hey, a song comes to mind) legofreak(and yes, that's all one word) teenager. Hey, at least I have the courage to admit it.

Right On Time

Okay, so I don't know about anyone else out there, but it seems to me that whenever my family plans to go on a trip, we inevitably end up heading out at least an hour late. I am currently sitting here about three hours after our ideal departure time, and am frankly not surprised. Fact of the matter is, I expect to wait another hour before we actually leave. I'm sure there's some deep thing going on here, like relativity or some such garbage. The only problem with all of this is that if ever I actually start to do anything, knowing that we will be a while longer in leaving, it frustrates my mother to no end and makes the long car ride less enjoyable when I can feel the eyes in the back of her head (like in that one Dick Van Dyke episode, anyone with me? Absorbatron? Twilo Zone? Walnuts? Anything?) boring into me all the way. Excuse me while I burst into song.

"On the road agaaaaaiiiin. I can't wait to get on the roooaaaad agaaaaiiiiin!"