A theory on life

So I have this theory that I think sums up a majority of the social interactions I have had with other males in college.

When together in groups, males in the 20-30 age range will only talk about 3 things: sex, poop, and the X factor.

Lets dissect this a little further...

Sex: This one is a no brainier, guys like to talk about sex in all its forms. Straight, gay, your left hand, it doesn't matter when put together in a groups dudes will talk about how hot so-and-so is, or what they have or haven't done in bed. This includes discussing porn and also any jokes directed at your mom and/or little sister.

Poop: Everyone poops, it is just a damn fact and guys are no exception when it comes to talking about what happens in the bathroom. The poop category is dominated by farting in both practice and then discussion.

X-Factor: So the X-Factor is the wild card. It is whatever brings the group together.
If you are friendly with the guys in one of your classes and/or major, you will talk about sex, poop, and your class/major. Or if I am with the guys on my cycling team it is all about sex, poop, and bike racing.

More examples to come soon...

Wake up in a cold, savory sweat.

Until I was a teenager, I don't ever remember, remembering any of my dreams. For the longest time I used to think I just didn't dream. For GT class in 4th(maybe?) grade we had to paint an elaborate picture and do a write-up of a particular dream that we had had. I completely mine up to include lots of colors (all of the colors in my rad Crayola neon-color marker set) and had sharks and a lighthouse. It was on light blue poster board. I wonder if I can find it in the basement of my parents house...

Now, I fully remember my dreams, or at least the weird ones that make you feel awkward and slightly violated when you wake up. The past couple of months I have had many dreams about eating meat, especially from fast food restaurants. The first one was about me having a severe craving for a McDonald's hamburger. This was weird because 1. its been so many years since eating a real hamburger that I don't even remember what they taste like, let alone crave one 2. Who the heck goes to McDonald's and orders a regular hamburger!? Don't you get a Big Mac or something like that. I'm not really in on the McDonald's culture, but I'm pretty sure that plain hamburgers are some awkward 79 cent thing hidden on the menu.
(on a side note, I hated McDonald's hamburger happy meals when I was a little kid who still ate meat because they put mustard on them. Mustard is gross, especially the fake bright yellow kind)
There were different versions of this dream sometimes swapping the McDonald's for a backyard barbaque, but the constant theme was a desperate craving for a hamburger.
Then early this morning, in a semi-dreamland state, I had a dream that I secretly went to Wendy's ordered chicken nuggets and then ate them in my car.

I have no idea what's going on really. I'm definately not protein deficient and certainly not planning on becoming an omnivore anytime soon. Dream metaphors are bizarre.

SPRING BREAK 2k8!!!1

I had a totally rad spring break.

I participated in some bicycle races.
I went rock climbing.
I went camping.
I went on an adventure in the Pine Barrens.
I got to see some awesome bands.
I hung out cool people.
I spent time with my family.
I went to a vegan bakery.
I cooked tasty, nutritious food with my friends.
I cuddled with my kitty kat.
I got heckled by cops.
I read a whole bunch of amazing zines.

Hell-o

Hi. I'm Andy.
I tried doing this whole blog thing before but it didn't really work out. I think I got two posts in before I got lazy and forgot about it.

Maybe this time around it will be different...