I am currently nomming on
Yan-Yan and generic brand Ritz crackers. College has taught me many things.
I realize that I haven’t blogged
in a really long time, and that could be troublesome if people actually
followed my blog. Shout-out to my only followers – Aunt Molly and Meg (my older
sister). You guys are awesome! I am so lame.
If you were brought here by my
vlog account on YouTube, great! That’s awesome! Thanks for watching and
reading; it makes me happy inside. Like small forest creatures are skittering
around in my tummy. Yeah.
If you want to follow a slightly
more exciting – and definitely more updated – blog of mine, go check out my
Tumblr! I’m toasterness, man. Go find me. Please?
You know what’s really fun to
do? Midnight trips to Walmart.
I first found out about these
exciting adventures when I went to go see a showing of Juno at the theater
nearby. There also happened to be a Walmart next to it. So, one thing led to
another, and we ended up spending over four hours in Walmart and didn’t buy a
thing. Wonderful! Although, I don’t recommend riding around the bikes; they don’t
take lightly to that.
Once in college, Walmart became
one of the only places where I could buy food and not spend my entire month’s
budget. The food was nasty but cheap, so it went in my belly when the dining
hall food wouldn’t do it for me. Which was a lot. Blegh. Anyway, we would take
the bus to Walmart at night and spend a couple hours dinking around, though we
usually came out with a bit o’ booty. Actually, sometimes we actually bought
Pirate’s Booty, that nummy popcorn stuff. I once scored a Darth Vader can of
Pringles. So worth it. It’s a good thing Montana doesn’t have a sales tax, or a
lot more of my money would have been spent. I tended to arrive at Walmart
hungry, and you should never be in grocery store hungry. Bad juju.
Once, we bought two whole pounds
of bacon. Obviously, we ate all of it. With a side of Sunny D. Breakfast of
champions.
My personal favorite way of
getting to Wally World was to take the “Drunk Bus”. Now, this is not a bus that
we rode when we were drunk. Oh no. This is the bus that we ride while other people are drunk. It’s really the
funniest thing ever; wasted people screaming the lyrics to “Wagon Wheel” at the
top of their lungs, women dressed in skimpy outfits despite the below zero
winter temperatures, and the general awesomeness of watching plastered
individuals swinging from the roof rails. Oh Bozeman, how I love you. We would
get on the bus right about the time that everyone was switching bars – around 10:30
pm to 11:00 pm – and we would get back on the bus right as people were starting
to go home for the night – around 2:00 in the morning. It was always worth it,
and we always seemed to make friends. Once, we met a bunch of people from
England, Brazil, and Peru. It was awesome! And let me tell you; those
Streamline buses can fit a lot of
people. Oh yes.
Alright, that’s it for this
post. Check out my vlogs on YouTube! I’m echoiconicify and I try to make a few
videos a week. Thanks for reading and have a glorious rest of the week.
xoxo
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