This video doesn't just speak to me, it speaks for me. It also serves as a good history lesson. I had no idea that Earl was behind the fall of the Berlin Wall. I always thought that was Hasselhoff.
Also, if anyone has any idea who Dan Coscino is, don't hesitate to let me know. I'll be greatly indebited if anyone knows who this Darryl Hall falsetto voice belongs to.
Either way, Earl starts up again tonight and you should watch it. If you don't? Do I really need to say "Bad karma?" That's all you need to know. Do good things, good things happen. Do bad things, and you get the pain.
Also, I'll be taking this weekend off from ye olde bloge (gotta embrace the unnecessary vowel). Why? Well, I'm going off on another one of my oh-so-epic weekend trips. The subject of which will remain a secret. But I'll be crossing off at least one thing from my list.
So prepare yourselves for the next entry: The One Where Max Lives Like He Was Dying.
-MGD
Max Davison is a Junior at Claremont McKenna College. He was raised off rural Route 3, out past where the black top ends. He’d walk to church on Sunday mornings and race barefoot down to Johnson’s fence. That’s where he first saw Mary, on that road side picking blackberries. That summer he turned a corner in his soul, down that red dirt road.
Now this might sound like a slightly melodramatic overexaggeration, but over this past weekend, I faced a crossroads that changed the structure of my entire being and put me on a completely different path. If you're still reading, I applaud you and ask you to bare with me. Basically, I had a choice: One option meant that I would stay in Auckland and work on my 1500 word " Singin' in the Rain " paper as well as my upcoming in-class essay on Paul Gauguin. The other involved a weekend long trip that would put me in mortal danger and annihilate the balance of my checking account. So the choice was obvious. And I? I took the road less traveled by and decided to drive down to Lake Taupo on Friday afternoon and put off my papers until...well...right now (and I suppose this blog gives me yet another outlet for procrastination). So what was this mystery trip? I was going to wake up on Saturday morning and put my pants on one leg at a time. But once my pants were on, I wa...
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