New Aspirations

I don't want to be a doctor anymore. If you fast forward to 2:56, you'll see my new life goal: to be one of the four background singers who gets to dress in knee-length sweaters, leg warmers and live life in blacklight... wish me luck.

What If....

If I ever somehow ended up in this situation, I would act just like that guy in the green shirt. I would open the door, expecting to see exactly what I thought I had seen prior to walking into the porta potty, and then walk into something that I could not remember. The guy acts confused at first, and then, when the entire meeting turns around and gives him bad looks, he tries to apologize. Now, I would not duplicate what he does next, with trying to walk back into the porta potty to find a way out, because at this point I would start tweaking out and trying to remember where I was before I walked in to go to the bathroom: was it a park? A baseball field? And then I would second guess everything about that day: what did I eat for breakfast? Was it pancakes? Eggs? CEREAL??? After stopping at 7-Eleven to refuel my mind and soul with a blue slurpee, I'd redirect my thoughts back to this situation of confusion and a potentially large incoming brain-freeze to determine that I knew exactly what was happening: my mind was being incepted. Leo was trying to hack into my dreams, find out how I kept getting A's on my weak physics lab reports, and finally crack the secret of the megabus system.

All I can say is: keep trying Leo....

What the Fuck Discovery Channel

Potentially the Weirdest Thing I Have Ever Seen

for your own sake, do not watch this whole thing.

Can You Be a Boy Scout Forever?

Dazed and confused after a long night in New York City, I was waiting on the corner of 30th and Market after successfully stowing away in a Megabus back to Philadephia. As I was waiting for my ride, I heard hundreds...no, thousands of footsteps coming from where my peripheral vision was unable to see and I was too weak to turn around. The footsteps crept closer and closer, and before I knew it I was being trampled by the biggest wolfpack of boy scouts I had ever seen in my entire 19 years of existence. Back in the day my brother was a boy scout and I was a girl scout, so I knew a few things about these little groups, but this one was unlike anything my eyes had ever seen: dressed in the khaki pants, green button down shirt, tan scarf with overstuffed backpacks (most likely full of 45 extra pairs of socks for their "epic" adventures) and hiker boots. But their attire was not what struck me as strange, the age-range of this wolfpack was what hit me hard; I saw little boys appearing to be, at the youngest, 6 years old, and then I saw men who appeared to be at least 20 years old. What? What new badges can you possibly get after being a boyscout for 10 years? Isn't there a cut-off? When did it become okay to be an over-achiever when it comes to building a tent and steering clear of poison ivy?

"On my honour I promise to do my duty to God and to obey the scout law." i guess the boy scouts mean business...

New Jam

One of the newest additions to my iTunes library-Enjoy.

How to Beat the Megabus System: One Worker at a Time

For all of you that didn't know how I spent this past weekend, I'll give you a hint: concrete, floods of tourists and Al Roker. If you didn't guess it already, I traveled to the Big Apple to camp out and become best friends with the one and only JMay (or for you that don't know him personally, you may know him as John Mayer?) After deciding to embark on this trip, I looked at all of the different possibilities of transportation to and from New York and Philadelphia. Attempting to find the cheapest route possible due to a summer net income of $0.00, I weighed the options of an Amtrak train, $100 round-trip, driving and finding a parking spot, at least $75 round trip, or a Megabus for $16.50 round-trip-it was clear who the winner was. Megabus had impressed the shit out of me- not only was their price less than a 24 pack of natty light, but there was even cushioned seats and WiFi, what's better than that?

Prior to getting on the bus, the Megabus process is that you show them your reservation number and you are pretty much free to get on the bus going to your designated destination. Getting on in Philadelphia and going to New York City was a slice of cake, and 10 hours later it was time to do it all over again, this time from the city back to Philadelphia. Now, while making this reservation, we believed that JMay would be playing until at least 10-10:30 on the Today Show, leaving us ample time to get back to Penn Station by 11:45 to catch the bus. Little to our knowledge, JMay only played four songs and was done by 9:45, leaving us with 2 hours to kill on zero hours of sleep; it would have been an understatement to say that we would have done anything to get home earlier. Arriving at Penn Station around 10:15, we approached a random Megabus employee and asked him if we could just get on the bus coming at 10:45. He sternly replied "NO. You must pay $5 extra, that is if there is even a spot open." Alright buddy.

Two girls. 27 Hours of No Sleep. There was no other option but to sneak onto that 10:45 bus.

Thus, our plan of beating the Megabus system commenced. We strategically placed ourselves in the line for the 10:45 bus to Philadelphia so that we were not the first passengers or the last, perfectly in the middle. Then, instead of showing the Megabus employee (who I will refer to as Mr. Megabus) the reservation number on a printed-out sheet, we showed him the reservation number on my blackberry, conveniently hiding the time of our scheduled departure of 11:45. As Mr. Megabus went through the line, he checked our reservation number, wrote it down, then moved further down the line; Allie and I thought we were in the clear, beginning to mentally prepare ourselves to actually sit in real seats and not on concrete sidewalks. Then, we saw Mr. Megabus head to the start of the line again, telling everyone that they had to show their reservation numbers again because there was an "impostor trying to pull a quick one". With our hands starting to shake and butterflies building up in our stomachs, we thought he would catch us this time, which would then be followed by a severe beating (he looked like the type of Mr. Megabus who throws down). So, going through the line again, we tried the same scheme of only showing the reservation number; to our surprise, he checked us off and continued on down the line.

After a few minutes had passed, we heard the call for everyone to start boarding the bus. Allie and I began to make our glorious walk to the side door of the bus, head's held high. As we passed by Mr. Megabus, the man in front of us asked "So, did you catch the guy who was trying to sneak on?" To that question, Mr. Megabus' response was "Oh, I caught him. I always catch 'em." Even though we most likely kicked a couple off of the bus that they had originally scheduled themselves for, we hopped into our seats and passed out, guilt-free and happy to be sitting in our $16.50 Megabus.

And to Mr. Megabus himself- fuck the system.