Today is the sixth day in a row that I've had a long, vivid dream that I remember well enough to write down the next morning. This is probably a result of having very little mental stimulation during the day and not being woken up by my alarm clock every morning. It's so nice to idle your time away for a few days playing computer games and swimming without feeling guilty that there's something more important you could be doing.
But not all of my summer is going to be like this. Mom has already scheduled campus tours of Mount Allison and Dalhousie for me, and she's trying to arrange driver's ed. too. The school she wanted me to go to, Young Drivers of Canada, has moved out of Antigonowhere on account of the lack of enrolment, which means I have to go to some independant school and forego the discount on my driver's insurance.
In the mean time, I have time to ponder such profound matters of:
Is the only irony in Alanis Morisette's song, Ironic, that the examples of irony she denotes are not really ironic?
How many different ways can you crash rides in Roller Coaster Tycoon?
How can I remove all of the 206 spam messages that have accumulated on my blog without picking them out one by one?
1970: a year before the invention and widespread use of MP3s, PCs, or CDs. So why is it that my Rio S10 MP3 player thinks the date is January 1st, 1970, everytime I change the batteries? You would think it would at least set itself back to the date it was created, in 2002, not go back to a year before even its precursors had been invented. This is really annoying because I then have to go back through all of the years from 1970 to 2005 to reset the date.
The reason must be that Rio Audio is secretly developping a time portal back to the 1970s, and when they do, they want all of their devices to be compatible.
Today we went to Yellowsprings OH and visited a university so radical it had hammocks hanging from trees on the college green. The name of this university is Antioch and is known for its feminist history, which made me not feel so bad about walking around through shops in my sweaty shirt, unshaven legs and hiking boots from the morning of walking the gorge.
Now for something completely different...
"Give a man a fish and he'll be satisfied for a day. Teach a man to fish and he'll destroy his natural resource." I can't remember if I came up with this or not. Seems too clever to be mine.
Out of neglect, there are now 123 spam messages on this blog. Sorry.