I'm Going To Disneyland!!!

Dear The Internet,

I moved around a lot while I was growing up, but I spent a good portion of my formative years in Orange County (specifically Orange). We lived about fifteen minutes away from Disneyland and, like most kids in Orange, I had an annual pass to the park. It wasn’t uncommon for my mom to drop my brother and me off at the entrance with $10 each and let us go at it for the day. I came to know the park like the back of my hand. I knew all the jokes they tell on Jungle Cruise by heart. I could recite “remain seated, please” in a terrible attempt at Spanish. I could spend a whole day there, not spend a dime, and still eat three square meals (note, those “square meals” were actually tortillas from the factory tour). The one downside to growing up like this is that it has totally demystified the whole experience for me.

Dear The Internet,

Recently, my super awesome girlfriend bought me a brand spanking new iPod Nano (6^th generation). This means that with a very heavy heart, I will stop using my very heavy Creative NOMAD Jukebox Zen Xtra. Yes, that is its actual name and yes, that is actually ridiculous. I thought it would be fun to do a head to head battle between the two. A young and spry David verses a senile and overweight Goliath. 

And Then I Cried

Dear The Internet,

I kind of started running in a funny way. For a few years after I graduated I stuck around the beautiful seaside town were my college was located. It’s an odd experience living in a college town after you graduate. It’s sort of like watching a play with a different cast. The lines are the same, but the delivery is totally different. The characters completely unaware that they are telling the same story others have told before them. I started running mostly out of boredom and ended up taking a liking to it.