I know it's been over three weeks since my last post. I'll be honest with you, my last assigned entry post for class was "(E)lephant (D)rone "(C)am" so I just haven't got around to writing new entries. The fact that Weebly's mobile app doesn't allow me to add posts while on the app doesn't help either. I won't promise you that I'll have posts every Tuesday like before anymore because I'd just be lying. They'll probably be sporadic like most of my life decisions; varying from 1-4 posts a week, but I'll make sure there's at least one. It'll be better this way because I can whatever I want ..to an extent.
Here I was, hiding in the corner of the living room avoiding the annual Thanksgiving questions, "When are you gonna bring a girl home for Thanksgiving?", "How are your grades?", "What do you plan to do after school?" Then there's always that one family member that avoids all of the standard questions and pries straight for your soul. For the purposes of the story his name will be Dan. And Dan was headed straight for me. I was just waiting for the cue from my cousin to rally the troops and sneak off so we could all start the real party in a tucked away room any moment. First words out of his mouth, "So, you're thinking pharmaceutical sales.. even with the recent hits to the industry? How do you plan to handle that?" Slow down bro. I came to eat, see family, and relax. So, here was my ingenious response. "I don't like to limit my options. Sure, a pharmaceutical sales rep is what I aspire to be now but, who knows, maybe I'll decide to be a TV talk-show host one day." For my freshmen year of high school in Freshmen Seminar class we each took a career aptitude test and that's the career option I got. I did a whole project on what my life would be like as one. It seemed pretty awesome, not going to lie. That could be a story for another time. And with that, I walked away. Fast. To the bathroom. That's usually my go-to tuck away spot if I want to exit a conversation abruptly, yet politely. I guess that tactic is ruined now. After emerging from the bathroom (after dying in Hungry Shark) I perused around to find my brother and cousin. It wasn't looking like our plan was gonna work this year. Each of them were trapped on opposite sides of the dining room in heavy conversation with different family members. They should've just downloaded Hungry Shark like I told them. It gives you a guaranteed average of 7 minutes out of any conversation. Yes, I counted. You just have to have an "upset" stomach a lot. Don't try it (too much) around you're mom. You'll be dragged to the doctors more than you already have to. My grandma and my mom were my shields for the rest of the night. I talk to them on a normal basis so we had casual conversations; avoiding the bullets everyone else was speaking in the form of questions. Moral of the story: call your mom and grandma more often?
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Does anyone know why EDC is called Electric Daisy Carnival? Yeah, I'm sure you or I could find out quickly with a google search but the majority of people reading this probably didn't even know that's what EDC stood for. Personally, I like my name better (I'm lying, those are the first 3 words that came to mind). I am no festival junkie by any means, not that it's a bad thing. Just have never been introduced to it before last weekend. If you haven't been, or to a festival similar, I would highly recommend it, and here's why: This is one of the only places you'll ever go that there's so many happy people around. No, really. I went and was mind blown observing all of the people from different walks of life I came across. Just gazing around I saw couples probably in their 30s to 40s, but also college aged kids just having a great time. You're listening to world renowned DJs performing for the sole intention of entertaining everyone. It's gotta be expected. Now, it's not an unknown fact that a lot of the crowd that goes to these events do some type of drug to "enlighten" their experience. It could honestly be why there are so many happy people around. The way I see it, don't let them bother you, and it won't affect your experience. One kid sucked. He didn't want to get off the boat ride. You bet there's rides. And you better have bet I rode that boat ride. Good vibes onward though. The atmosphere is unreal. It's practically Halloween again. Everyone wearing what they feel expresses themselves most. There was this one kid that asked for some water, I obliged then realized he had a pink and a green contact in. Even then, you could tell he was rolling (Urban Dictionary is your friend here). Just glad I could help. My favorite part was that it wasn't like a concert where you're locked in to listening to the same artist for hours. Once you get bored, walk a short distance and boom: you're at a whole new stage and artist. The fact that the festival is 2 days long, running from 1-12 is just the icing on the cake. One thing I couldn't go without mentioning though is the giant mozzarella sticks. My mouth is watering right now thinking about them. Some how I have yet to mention that mozzarella sticks are my go-to food. These were the best mozz sticks I've ever had. Instant regret not buying a second day pass; even if it were only to get a second round of them. If thinking festivals aren't your thing I highly recommend stepping out of your box and trying one. I included a video below of one of my favorite sets. The day you first get handed your license from the DMV is one of the best time in any 16-18 year old's life. But, was it as exciting as riding a bike for your first time? I know, it's hard for most people to imagine the feeling of each in a comparable manner for both; with the time gap. Not that you all need more dirt on me, but I didn't learn how to ride a bike until I was in 8th grade. Yeah... So, that was about a four year difference for me, and I can tell you that riding a bike for the first time gives so much more of a satisfaction.
Think about it like this: you're driving, see something cool off to the side of the road, but can't see it up close due to vehicle restrictions. Now, imagine if you're riding a bike. You see a bald eagle flying, and you're chasing that bald eagle. I may be biased because I don't have a car. I walk and uber everywhere. (Now I have the song "Uber Everywhere" stuck in my head. You can enjoy that one on your free time and thank me later.) Believe it or not, I enjoy walking more. Not that I'm ready to walk 50 miles to the nearest Chick fil a but you see a lot more than you would have driving. My insect class is definitely what made the change in me. Read the "Bug Safari" blog of you haven't. Nature is great, I'll put it at that. The original point of the story is that the first bike streak down the road is life changing. It wasn't that I was riding an old tricycle until 8th grade, I had just never really rode bikes. Besides my Big Wheel when I was 4. I used to fly on that thing. You just don't get that same sense of satisfaction driving your first mile down the road. Can't say I've rode much bikes since but whether you choose to get out and walk or ride your Big Wheel around town, I'm for it. You might get made fun of for the second one, but that's besides the point. |
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