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Benadryl looks too much like strawberry pez for my liking.

After remembering a game boy game on the Macward Bound hiking trip that I used to play almost nonstop when I was very young, I immediately came back and searched high and low for the name, eventually finding it on wikipedia. I just bought it for $1.93 on amazon.

It's funny how nostalgia can come so cheaply. Now I have something to look forward to in the coming days, along with the arrival of all of my friends and visits from special people.

Bored bored bored. Maybe I'll buy a collection of old school game boy games. I'll start with Power Quest.

Earlier today I was thinking about the randomness of encounters, how one person taking a chance and putting themselves in an uncomfortable position can change lives.

It's like Archimedes said, you can move the world with something so insignificant, like a lever and a fulcrum, or one short conversation.

It tends to make me more paranoid about what I say when I think about things like this, but in the end I forget to think and just speak. Sometimes it works out, oftentimes it doesn't.

That's something that's always been something of a problem for me, speaking when I shouldn't, saying things I oughtn't, finding the right words for a situation that requires tact.

Hooray math.

I think it's kind of beautiful that everyone in this world will affect everything else in this universe by way of gravity. That even though it gets negligible with any sort of distance at our scale, it's still there.

Officially one week until I go back to Minnesota.

I think one of the biggest mistakes that I have ever made was not applying to West Point.

It's amazing how quickly night evaporates.

I had completely forgotten.

Oh well! Off to breakfast.

I am copying this meme from Jon, but I haven't done one in forever and a day, so I feel it was justified.

Answer each question by doing a google image search and picking a picture from the first page.
Here goes!

1. The age you will be on your next birthday:

2. A place you'd like to travel:

3. Your favorite place:

4. Your favorite object:

Dogchairs are my favorite.

5. Your favorite food

hahahahahahahahahahahaha

6. Your favorite animal:

7. Your favorite color:

8. The town in which you were born:

9. The town in which you live:

10. The name of a past pet:

11. Your nickname/screenname:

12. A bad habit of yours:

I typed in "licking my lips". Ewwwwwwww.

13. Your first job:

Not a middle school whore for the record.

14.  Your current job:

this is really strange for me to be updating this often. and by this often i mean two times in two days. at least i think it was two days.

anyways.

i went to go see spoon perform at first avenue tonight, which is apparently where prince filmed purple rain.

the opening band, the ponys, sounding distinctly like nirvana or any other nineties grunge band and they were basically horrid.

every song sounded the same and the singer kept knocking over his mic stand and it would shriek terribly and everyone would cringe.

but at least everyone was nice and clapped for them after every song.

spoon came on then and played an awesome set, i didn't know that britt daniels was so skinny though. i mean that has no impact on his singing or whatever. i mean it could mean that he has tiny lungs. but he was really good, and they rocked out pretty hard. i am glad that i went.

then i got back home and talked to taylor for a good forty-five minutes, had a good talk, and i've been working on this kuhn paper ever since.

i think that i'm done, but i don't know if i want to sleep.

i never wake up in time.

It's really strange sitting in the lounge at 4 AM and laughing really loudly at Conan O'Brian, then realizing that you're alone.

As a quick update, tomorrow I don't have class until 1, which works out pretty nicely.

Ever since I've gotten to college, my sleep schedule has gone to hell. This morning I actually felt kinda crappy, so I ended up sleeping through my first class, but my roommate covered for me, he's awesome.

When my parents came here for parents weekend, we went to target and I bought a pound and a half of pomegranate jelly bellys. They are awesome too.

I just downloaded Band of Horses newest CD, and I am basically in love. I really really really like the singer's voice.

I got a road bike the other day, so I fixed the front brake assembly, rotated the handlebars and raised the seat. I rode it to class today, and I felt really cool, so I wore my aviators that I got for my birthday. And I wore my awesome scarf that I will die wearing it is so comfy.

My mind is rambling worse than this entry belies, I'll let you go.

Macalester is seriously the best thing to happen to me in such a long time. I am so tight with so many people already, it's absolutely insane!
Don't worry Medway friends, you still have top spot in my heart though! My floor seriously has all of my friends, it's absolutely amazing. If I feel crazy and spontaneous I can go visit Hannah or Angry Dan (who screamed at me when I told the Dover Demon story, but he's cool), if I feel like being chill and drinking tea, I can go visit Charlotte or Kaity, if I feel like a dance party I can go to Maximus Prime's room and just relax in the only triple on my floor (it's HUGE). Or I could visit Kristine or John or Morgan or the other Morgan (both guys) or just chill in my room with Adrian (who is friggin awesome).

And I have so many other friends on other floors too through stuff like Macward Bound or Ultimate Frisbee, which I have been playing almost every day (I have my backhand throw and my power grip down pat), I just am so overwhelmed with how awesome college is!

As of right now my schedule is
Monday:
9:40-10:40 Newton's Principia
12:00-1:00 Modern Astronomy (Seriously an amazing class)

Tuesday:
10:10-11:40 Music Theory
1:00-2:30 Conditioning
2:45-4:15 Music Theory Lab

Wednesday:
9:40-10:40 Newton's Principia
12:00-1:00 Modern Astronomy
7:00-10:00 Educational Psychology

Thursday:
10:10-11:40 Music Theory
1:00-2:30 Conditioning

Friday:
9:40-10:40 Newton's Principia
12:00-1:00 Modern Astronomy

So as of right now, I love my schedule. Plus Cafe Mac has a soft serve frozen yogurt thinger and the best chocolate milk I've ever tasted.

Favorite Cheer so far is:
DRINK BLOOD
SMOKE CRACK
WORSHIP SATAN
GO MAC!

The soccer games are rowdy and they rule. Once the rock climbing, outdoors, and Ultimate clubs start up, my life will be complete.

COLLEGE IS AMAZING.

So far my birthday has been extremely....interesting.
The party thing started at 4 yesterday, and most people started showing up around 5, 5:30ish.

We played badminton and Guitar Hero until it started to get dark, then mostly everyone went inside to eat and play more Guitar Hero.

A chosen few of us played Bat Attack outside, which is a game that consists of a bunch of people hitting the shuttlecocks (or just 'cocks as they were referred to throughout the night. "Man, I haven't touched the 'cock this entire volley!" You get the idea) up into the air and the bats would home in on the shuttlecock and swoop down after it, then everyone would run away screaming. It was such a good/bad idea.

While we were outside, Kev Muench, Dave's younger brother for those that don't know him, drilled the birdie (as I am now going to call it) into the side of my face, right on the jaw. I was fine though, you get up and shake those things off. HEART OF A CHAMPION BABY!!!

Anyways...

So we went into the porch, Leah got me a bearful of honey and a sweet Transformers book (yay!) and a bunch of people pooled together to get me some wicked nice Ray-Ban Aviators. So right after that, we all played Manhunt and were really bad according to Danielle and Leah at finding people. We scared people, lost a few, found them again, and then all went inside for cake.

After cake, I brought down the Wii that my parents gave to me right before the party, and we were playing Wii Sports for the next couple hours. Kev Muench, as I was walking by, decided that he was gonna go for a killer backhand. My timing was essentially perfect, as his backhand crunched into my face and my upper nose area. It's a little achey now, but I think it's a funny story.

Then Dave, Kev, Keith, Nigro, and Bryan all slept over and played some more Wii, made fun of each other relentlessly, scared the crap out of each other in the dark, and eventually slept.

Then we had breakfast and I drove them all home! So far, it's been awesome, even though the birthday specific horoscope that I've been waiting for for so long was about Danny Bonaduce and didn't say anything about my upcoming year.

OH! And my mom found the charger for my camera that I've been looking for for upwards of 5 months. That was an awesome birthday present.

(NOTE: I had this saved as a draft I guess, but I hadn't posted it? So here)

Work is pretty much the best thing ever right now. I mean, today I ran the plaster hand mold station because Griffin wasn't there today. Although the amount of plaster that got on me was pretty much the entire bucket of the one that I screwed up on. Then I got painted by Panda and little girls that giggled incessantly.

Apparently, Plaster of Paris is waaaaay more dangerous than I though it was. It'll give you chemical burns if you try to use it as a cast, and it can cause respiratory and pulmonary damage if it's inhaled.

I'm getting a little less money than I thought I was going to, but damn it is worth it. Apparently Griffin has completely changed since I have had him as a kid, like he used to absolutely scream at the top of his lungs when he didn't get his way. So I apparently did something that changed him? If so, I am pretty happy, because all I did was become his friend.

Also:
http://www.youtube.com/v/hMnk7lh9M3o=

The writers block suggestion thinger asks, "If you could change your name, would you and what would you change it to and why?"
I get asked this more than you'd think, most often by people that feel the need to fill an awkward void in conversation.
Most often the question takes the form of them asking me if I like my name, and if I would ever change it.

See, here's how it is. I feel almost privileged that I've never been sitting in a room and someone says "Palmer?" and I look up and they're talking to someone else. But at the same time, I feel like there's a certain camaraderie that's lost between me and a stranger that I meet, because the odds are slim to none that we will share the same first name.

Also, I feel like my homogeneous middle name ruins the theme of my name, an everyday filling to an otherwise unique bon-bon. So in my mind, I either would change my middle name to something more unique or interesting, or I would just completely homogenize my name into something that would allow me an unspoken bond with my fellow name-mates.

However, I would lean towards the former, mostly because I feel like I have established a unique identity within my name. The odds are against you meeting another Palmer in the near or distant future, and I feel almost like I've always had the responsibility of making a good impression for the entire population of Palmer's.

I may look back on this entry tomorrow and realize that it didn't get across what I am trying to say, but it's because I am exhausted from 6 hours of riding the bus with obnoxious 3 to 9 year olds. We did get to go to the Museum of Science for a half hour, but that was supposed to be an hour and a half. The bus driver got lost in Boston, and the entire time we were lost in Boston, the little kid Alex behind me was threatening his counselor by saying that he was going to pee his pants if we didn't make it to a bathroom on time.

It was a long day, and sleep is mighty welcome.

(we made it to the Museum in time, in case you were wondering)

Today was an interesting day. I set my alarm for 6:30 so that I could wake up and do my stupid tax forms or whatever for my job because I've never done them before. So my alarm goes off at 5:30, and I sprint around my room, convinced the fire alarm is going off again because I guess they sound similar in a dazed state?

So I find my alarm clock, turn it off, sit on the floor. Stand up, walk downstairs and my dad is in the shower still. So I sit there, forgetting I need food, just staring into space because I'm so tired. He comes downstairs around 6:30ish and we fill out the form and he leaves at 7 like he always does.

I eat my Rice Krispies, go upstairs, shower, put on clothes and such. I trundle down the stairs, grab the keys to the van and my binder that I had put together for Camp, and head to the garage. I sit in the van, turn it on, and begin to back out.

Now.

Has anyone noticed a crucial step that I missed? If not, go back and check.

Give up?

Well I forgot to put up the garage door, resulting in my pushing it a couple inches in a direction it's not meant to go. So I pull back in, curse my idiocy and rest my head on the wheel. Meanwhile my mom comes outside and borderline freaks out, making sure that the car is ok. All in all, I think the garage door is repairable, but I still feel like a mega idiot.

So I put UP the garage door this time, and drive to camp. First day went really really well, Griffin seems to really like me. I think that's because I treat him like he's just another kid, like he's one of my little buddies, as opposed to Jack trying to lord over him 24/7 (Jack is my helper with Griffin, and he has a rather mild case of Asperger's)

Griffin seems to be excited for the rest of summer, and I am too! He seems like a regular, if not somewhat obstinate 7 year-old.

So I get home, drive to Subway, and on the way Danielle calls me to tell me that Porter will be by my house to pick me up at 5.

I am confused.

Apparently, he forgot to tell me the date for the Ben Folds/John Mayer concert that was today, and for some reason I was led to believe that it was taking place in early August. So after some scrambling to get my money for the ticket, I was ready.

We take the T into Boston, and we have literal nosebleed seat at the Garden, we were 3 rows away from the backmost wall. Luckily they were almost dead center in the section, so we had an awesome view of Ben. (I am absurdly afraid of stadium seating, for the record)

So Ben Folds was AMAZING, though he played a somewhat short set. He had the crowd do this awesome harmony that everyone got really into, and had the most intense synthesizer solo I have ever heard at the end of his cover of "Such Great Heights". Also, at one point he was playing with his foot, and his fists, and his entire left arm. As the final act of his set, he chucked his piano stool at the piano, it was pretty badass.

He also tried to convince the crowd that there's this new device called the "synthesizer" that is revolutionary new instrument. And that certain frequencies, as tested by the US Military in the 1950's would make you either happy, or sad, or shit your pants. He chose the last one of course, and was saying that a 14 hertz frequency would make you shit your pants. The bars that he says that he had only played in before, right down the street, didn't have the equipment to show off the acoustic power of this sound. He played an "18" hertz sound and a 16 Hertz sound, as to spare us the soiled underwear, but warned that people with weak constitutions would "shart" themselves.

So that was extremely entertaining and badass, and now onto John Mayer. Now, I am not a huge John Mayer fan, but I was totally unaware of this crucial fact.
John Mayer can rock the fuck out.
Holy shit, can he solo.

So he was excellent, even though his songs NEVER ENDED.

Plus there was a lot of drug use all around us once John Mayer came onstage (?) and ther was an extremely entertaining drunk woman that would throw her arms up and one of her legs whenever John Mayer would solo and scream really loudly.

I also got a sweet shirt?

:sigh: All in all, today was an awesome day.

So my brother is at camp and everything is absurdly boring without him.
I feel kinda bad for him when I go away to college. I mean I love my parents and all, but they can be really really boring when they want to be.
Right now, I am up in New Hampshire and am rocking out. My parents are asleep and my dad is snoring really really loudly.

Earlier today we went to Plymouth State to watch a Big Band Concert play all sorts of songs from the 40's, the swing era.

The average age there was probably above the average life expectancy, aka it was FILLED WITH OLD. It was really cool though, because everyone was singing along to these songs that I didn't think had words.

Behind us there was a couple that was singing "I'm Getting Sentimental Over You" to each other, and that was the most adorable thing ever.

I want to be that.

"How many words have we not said? How many words have gone wandering amongst our deepest fears, our deepest machinations? How long have we allowed ourselves the clarity and the mind numbing nervousness of indecision?"

I found a napkin with that written on it in my pocket, and it's in my handwriting, but I definitely don't remember writing it.

"I am a new day rising
I'm a brand new sky
to hang the stars upon tonight
I am a little divided
do I stay or run away
and leave it all behind?"

I love the Foo Fighters so much. They're relaxing and energetic at the same time, it is exactly how I feel about 98% of the time. I just realized that I latch onto certain phrases a lot. I used to say "that was random" a lot. It made my dad a little annoyed. I think the 98% thing is a new one. I sometimes use 95% though. I really mean to say that I am really sure of whatever I'm talking about.

Hey.

If I am more decisive, that means that I fulfilled my grade resolution. Sweeeet.

"And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again

The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when"

This summer is gonna go down as a learning experience I think. We have unprecedented freedom, a small taste of what is to come. Everything that happens this summer is just going to be amplified once we all go to college, all the laughter, all the sickness, all the feeling.

Brace yourself, it's gonna be a ride.

(As much as I say that I hate change, I feel like all of grade school has been one long concert. Anthemic, though it is, it is a finite experience and we're all walkin' out to the real world now, all abuzz about the experience we all just shared. We all have a piece of our own seperate experience to share with people when we go back home. Ok this metaphor is going waaay too long.)

Night all!