Coolest. Religion. Ever.

In my normal website cruisings, I stumbled upon a link from one of my favorite webcomics, Nothing Nice to Say, to an article in Wikipedia. I read the article and linked around for a bit to see what was up with it. My discoveries caused me great excitement. You see, as it turns out, the entire Universe was actually created by a FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER!

FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTERISM
a.k.a. "Pastafarianism"

It's this giant satire of the "Intelligent Design" argument and I highly suggest looking into it here (the originating letter and website). How bad can a religion be where recommended prayer attire is standard pirate regalia, there's promise of a Beer Volcano in heaven, and every friday is declared a religious holiday.

I'm looking to convert as soon as I can.

DILEMMA

Sometimes in life, there comes time for a decision to be made. Important decisions that can shape the rest of your life. One of these moments has come upon me right now, and I'm doing my normal uncertain hesitating indecisive spastic fidgeting thing. And what better outlet for such a thing than my blog?
I know, I know ... this is sort of livejournally. But feedback from the 2+ people that read this would be appreciated. Ready, kids?! We're about to get interactive!!!

The Situation:

In the past year, I managed to get myself into two car accidents, within two months of each other. The first was an actual "accident" and the result was an absolutely totalled truck and a completely unharmed Travis (my stepfather's truck, the day he married my mother, long story, I'll tell you over tea sometime). The second was just a bad idea that had an unfortunate consequence. Anyways, I've been forking over about $150 dollars a month since to my parents. Recently, they've confronted me and told me to consider one of two options:

OPTION 1: Turn in my license.

I'd get taken off my parent's insurance, no longer have to pay bills, but I'd lose my ability to drive. In order to get my license back, I'd have to retake the test. I wouldn't have bills so I could keep my money and save it to paying off more important things, like college bills...or paying back my loans...or a new pair of shoes. Or something. I won't be having a car this year, and I could just take the bus into Portland if I ever needed to. Driving is not a necessity for me at college.

but then there's...

OPTION 2: Keep my license.

This would enable me to drive if the chance ever came up. It's a good standard form of photo I.D. (though I do have a State ID too). You never know when I might need to drive someplace/for someone/etc. And I did work very hard to get my license, and it'd be a real pain in the ass to get it back. It would fit my spontaneous adventure-going nature to have it on hand. Bills are a real bitch though. Sheesh, these moments suck.

Cast your vote immediately.
The Moral of Today's Post is: There's no shame in asking for help with your problems.

The Fairy Tale of My Summer.

Everytime I'm online now, I'm bumrushed with instant messages from people who haven't talked to me since May. I really went off the radar at camp. Everyone wants to know the down and low with what's been up with me this summer. It's flattering, to say the least. I haven't felt this popular since...hmmm...fifth grade maybe. Unfortunately, spinning the same yarn gets tedious. I've made the executive decision to no longer repeat myself over and over again with each inquiry and instead refer them to this page here. Shameless blog-promotion (more hits!).

Anyways,

Once Upon a Time a young man named Travis worked at a summer camp in Maine. He was the counselor of a cabin. Four children lived in that cabin, and they were all very well-behaved. Travis edited the camp's newspaper, wrote and directed the camp play The Mohican Man with help from his good friend Pat, taught children how to sail, and helped out a bit with the boxing program. It was a very fun summer. There was a newspaper out every Sunday, the play was a sucess, and he got his own corner during the camp's annual Fight Night. During his time off, he went on adventures, to all-night diners, bought a lot of things, and met a pretty British girl named Michelle who worked nearby. Unfortunately, camp ended and Travis was sad. Fortunately, he still had a couple of weeks of summer left before he had to return to college. He spent most of his time seeing Michelle and even went WHITEWATER RAFTING (If you have not done this, go out and do this right now). Travis is very happy now despite the summer's end approaching. How is he supposed to enjoy himself if he all he does is worry about what comes next?

The End.

Status: Alive!

It's true, I've returned from the depths of summer camp and have resituated myself in my family household, locked away in the verdant and barely reachable Waterford, Maine. I can now return to writing my thoughts on a meaningless website read by nobody. Awesome.