Put that in your book

Deep Thoughts: So, how about the footage of that man that got stuck in the elevator for 41 hours in 1999? When I saw the portion of the clip where he is lying on the floor with his hands behind his head I wondered what he was thinking about... what I would have thought about. I wasted 2 minutes thinking about that; guess that means that should the stuck elevator opportunity present, finding 41 hours of entertaining thought will be effortless. No Ty, I wouldn’t calculate ridiculously high number’s square roots.

Good Buy: I'm thinking about buying one of these (above) so I can sleep on the trampoline this summer. I really want to buy one of these (below), because it is cheaper and doesn't look quite as nerdy, but I'm not sure how I'd hang it. Actually I have an idea on how to hang it, but knowing me, there is a 97% chance it will fall on me in the night. My blanket & couch cushion forts were ALWAYS the most fragile. Nothing's changed.

Road Trip: a journey via automobile, sometimes unplanned or impromptu. Until this year, I always felt a little depressed when people mentioned college road trips. Maybe not depressed, but definitely did a mental curse of, “another college experience you didn’t seize.” But really, how do you have a road trip on an island? That’s called a circle. Though I don’t have the college label to prefix ”road trip,” I do have Calvin and Jane. In the beginning, it was a big red/tan two toned jacked-up suburban, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle read aloud, and cassettes with every gunfighter ballad ever sung. Over the years it has morphed. The jacked-up suburban died. If Jane tries to read aloud, she soothingly reads herself to sleep on the first page. But Marty Robbins, Sons of the Pioneers, and Frankie Laine… you and your gun ballads live on. Calvin and Jane, thanks for 24.9 years of entertaining road trips, especially the one in July of 2007. I think Abe, Ty, Ande, and I got some comical advice out of that one.

Killing bugs: I found the above pictured documentary on bugs at the library last year. As I watched it for the first time, I honestly stared open-mouthed in fascination/repulsion. The kind of open-mouth where your jaw dropped and you forgot to snap it back shut. Ever since, it has been my favorite documentary. If we’re being really honest it is contender for my favorite movie of all genres. One whole portion was dedicated to different wasp species. Wasps are the meanEST insect. A majority of wasp species lay their eggs inside another living organism (ie: other insects, plants, and even cows) with the idea that they will live off the organism as a parasite, eventually killing it.
I found a wasp in the windowsill today. I captured him in jar and left him on the counter. My mom found him and asked why I was saving him. I replied I hadn’t decided what to do with him yet, maybe just study him. Ande hollered from the other room, “Okay Hitler.” Suddenly I’m in a dilemma. I have a wasp in a jar, and I don’t know whether moral dictates death or release.