Yikes. The fact that I've been terrorizing this little planet for two decades kinda gives me the willies. But then again, 20 isn't exactly the biggest birthday, huh? I mean, when you're 18, you're an "adult," you can buy cigs at 19, and drink at 21, right? While I haven't smoked and don't plan to drink, It's kind of strange that they wouldn't put something in that "20" slot. How about this: when you turn 20, you can legally own a Nerf gun and pop any teenagers who you catch texting. I like that...
Speaking of Nerf guns, I got one of those six-shooter Nerfs for my b-day. It's actually a lot more entertaining for a college student than you'd think; I've already managed to make a name for myself as the best marksman, and Russian Roullette with Nerf is pretty fun.
I lost...
People tell me that I'm getting old... however, "old is 15 years from now."
-Bill Cosby.
Besides, I've gotten to the point that I can't really judge age simply by numbers anymore. For example, I know 18-year-olds who are more mature than most of us can ever hope to be, and yet I know some people in their 20's and 30's who act like teenagers. The number of years you've been here are how old you are, but it isn't your age.
Whoa... deep...
P.S. I wanted to let you know that I've found a physical representation of demons incarnate:
You know what these things are? They're a toy that asks you 20 questions, and it can guess what you're thinking of. Almost every time. I mean, seriously, this thing's disturbingly accurate; it got four-leaf clover and ruby all within five minutes. Sure, it's pretty fun, but it's evil.
Plastic evil.
Two Decades.
Spring Break '09
Last year's spring break, a few roommates and myself decided that St. George, UT was the place to be. It was warm, and we were itching to go camping. It was pretty cool:
This was last year.
Well, this time, the same group (minus one) went to St. George once again. This time, however, we weren't camping. Oh, no, we were staying in the Presidential Suite at a condo complex, thanks to my dad's generosity and bonus points.
So, we thought we'd go hiking at the same places and what not. It was about as fun as a barrel of monkeys. See for yourself:
This is the Presidential Suite we stayed in. Livin' the high life... for a week, at least.
This is Slot Canyon. You have to nearly kill yourself to get there, and it'll make anyone claustrophobic, but there are some really cool Indian carvings in the walls.
We found a playground in the area, and Austin challenged me to Tic-Tac-Toe. I defeated him soundly.
Me and Mom at Red Robin. She said "smile." I refused. Heh...
This is the area around Slot Canyon that we hiked. Actually, "climbed" is a more accurate verb.
Eric and I in another crevice. I really didn't panic. Really.
This is one of the Indian carvings. It's either a ram or a dog with rabbit ears.
The walls were 20 feet at the shortest, and it was only a few feet wide. I said that if there was an earthquake while we were in there, it wouldn't be pretty.
Us on the playground. It was VERY late...
This is a fish-eye of the view from our deck. Our PRIVATE deck. With a HOT TUB.
Lookie What I Made
I've become addicted to a new program: Google SketchUp. It's pretty simple for a 3D rendering program, and I've caught on to it pretty quick. I wanted to make something of my own, so I decided to make a 3D digital version of my Zune Mp3 player. Now, you have to remember, I built this thing 100% from scratch. Am I bragging?
Why, yes. Yes I am.
You can put your statements of awe and amazement in the comments box.
