8 Random Things

Eight Random Facts
1. I have excellent balance when I am paying attention, but sometimes, in a dramatic fashion, I will just catch myself from falling by swinging my arms or stepping awkwardly.
2. At one point, I was a decent palm-reader. With a brief brush up, I could probably pick it up again if I wanted too, I always thought it would be a great way to meet new people, but I never used it to any extent and I didn't practice regularly.
3. I have a guilty pleasure; viral videos like this: http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1761839/ (can someone please tell me how to post a link, please?). Not toddlers in particular, just people getting hurt. This just happens to be a good example.
4. When the apparently homeless ask me for money, I am always torn between compassion and the "don't encourage people to make money by begging" philosophy. I rationalize this ambivalence by giving money to some people, primarily the one's that seem genuine to me, not those who choose to set up shop with a sign and a coffee can. Plus, if Karma happens to be one of those powerful universal forces, then maybe my investment of roughly $5 a month will come back around in better ways than other indulgences that can cost up to $50 a month.
5. I once competed in a Halo 2 tournament... and was eliminated in the first round.
6. I am currently in the process of moving into my Dad's old room, and becoming "master of the household," a title I am not quite relishing.
7. Pecans are my favorite nuts, but pistachios come in at a close second.
8. I only ever swear at other drivers when there are other people in the car, as a joke.

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Summer classes suck. It is only the first week of what will be 10 weeks of my summer eaten up by classes all the way down in Irvine, and I am already bitching. On the bright side, 2 of my 3 professors are young and energetic, so physically being in class is actually enjoyable. Though, I really do have to be here and I will have my degree as soon as I pass these classes. I have already started preparing to be a college graduate; I started growing out my beard, I am pretty sure there is a law somewhere, requiring psychologists to have beards.

Lisa and I decided that we want to get a dog, I want a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, and she wants a Papillon. We have been arguing about it for days. Ray suggested that we compramise on a third dog, like a Beagle. If we ended up getting a Beagle, I would want to train it to follow a scent, but I don't know how easy that is. I have a list of breeders I want to meet with, but have not gotten around to contacting them yet. I also haven't gotten around to selling my 250 Kawasaki Ninja, Silver, $3000 - yet. Seriously, if you know anyone who wants a good beginners motorcycle, let me know, and I would not mind giving a good friend price.

I know I am supposed to tage 8 people, but everyone I know on this has already been tagged. I hope I don't have 7 years of bad luck or something...

Seafaring Zombies

I had a nightmare the other night, and in an attempt to avoid studying for my last final tomorrow, I decided to write a little about it. This dream is one of those unique experiences that I managed to commit to memory despite a lack of effort on my part. I woke up around 6 AM after dreaming the first part of this story and after calming down a bit, I managed to fall into a troubled sleep where the dream continued where it left off, however the second part of the story was not as frightening or bleak as the first and then I awoke again, but this time it was not out of fright. I fell asleep again and the story picked up once more, and like the second time, the story was even less scary.

The characters in the story are a family aboard a stolen Coast Guard boat who, after travelling for days over the water have begun to run out of supplies. They run into an old rusty oil tanker where they meet an ecclectic group of individuals, some more sane than others. The dream developed as most zombie movies do and eventually ended with an infected member of the tanker's crew getting everybody (in case you couldn't tell, these are fast zombies, the only kind of zombies fit for a truly scary story). This is probably the worst story synopsis in the world, but I do have to get back to work. I may write a longer version in the future.

On an unrelated topic, my Abnormal Child Psychology textbook is missing chapters 9 and 11. The professor gave the class a printed out copy of chapter 11, but I paid like $90 for this text... WTF!?

"There is a big world out there"

Today Ryan suggested an adventure. I have considered this in the past and decided that if I want to go have one, I should do it *after* I get my credentials. This should not be a problem at all, I don't think I will be "too old" to go, even in a few years. It is tantalizing to think of all the possible experiences there are to have in this world, the wonder, danger, and excitement.

Recently, Lisa suggested we watch "The Beach," starring Leonardo DiCaprio. So we rented it and watched most of it, and despite the horribly scratched DVD and the poor acting, I was drawn to the idea behind the film. During the introduction, there is a voice over by DiCaprio describing his desire for adventure and his disenchantment with the tourist attitude and all of the popular traveling destinations. Although I have never really travelled outside of family vacations and statewide roadtrips, I feel as if I may share the same disgust with the ordinary.

I sincerely hope that this adventure will actually happen... (in a region without jungles)