Travel for Real, Bitches!

It's May... usually in May, as was the trend for all years after high school except these past two, I was moving somewhere. Always. Whether it was from home to school or back home or to Maine or... and even if it wasn't exactly in May, it was during the summer. I've been in Idaho consecutively for almost two years now. Holy shit! That's crazy to me. This time last year, when it would have been finals, I was like "WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT MOVING SOMEWHERE."
Chalk it up to maturity or some other character-building shit, but I have learned how to "travel" without going anywhere. It's pretty awesome. Because when you're an Americorps VISTA, the point is that you don't have money. And when you have a job, the point is you don't have a lot of time. Both of these things are required for travel, as it turns out. Life's a bitch sometimes.
But I have learned to love my surroundings and be excited about them, continuously. Granted, it's pretty easy to do this in a place like Boise. This town, while lacking in lovely winter snow, has mountains surrounding it and is generally a clean, beautiful, fucking awesome place to live.
I think a big part of this revelation was using public transportation. Whenever I can I take the bus to work because it's free with my student ID. Gas is stupid expensive, as anyone knows (And more so in Canda! Fuck! No car for me there). This means that unlike driving, I can sit and watch the world go by out the window. On the surface, it's the same ride every day, but in reality it changes. All the time. There are different people on the bus, I may be in a different mood, the weather is different, there are different people walking around on the sidewalks...
Life is constantly changing, and I'm never bored. I travel every time I walk down the street, sit on the bus, or go for a run. There are so many places to explore wherever you go, whether it's a back alley you've never been down or a corner store or somebody's house. Even if you've been there before, there's probably something different about it than the last time you were there.
Don't get me wrong, I love the hell out of visiting new countries and new places! But when the reality of the situation is that I can't, I'd rather enjoy myself than sit around and mope. I plan to explore the fuck out of Saskatchewan and, hopefully, Canada once I'm up there. Car or no car, I'll fly... take trains... walk... bike... whatever it takes!
The world is varied and full of interesting shit. You just have to look for it!
Fuck, I'm inspiring. CAN YOU FEEL IT!

Raptured? Nope. Still here.

I wonder if anyone even reads this? Either way, I think I'll still write in it. I find the urge to write a lot... though I definitely don't like the idea of being a pretentious-asshole-blogger who uses their blog as another form of masturbation. So to speak. Though at the same time, I do plan to write about myself. So... am I a hypocrite? Probably.
As we can see, the world didn't end, even though Harold whatshisface Numnuts claimed it was going to. I had this image of all these people being transported up into the sky... like a fucking God spaceship or some shit. I always wonder with these things, what if they come true? My last words would be "Well, fuck." Truth is stranger than fiction, right? And if it's going to come true what's the point in worrying? Anyway, I was camping in Idaho on Saturday when the rapture was supposed to happen. We joked around that really, it could have happened and we wouldn't have known. Idaho is generally about five years behind everyone else... which is part of the reason why I love it so much. That, and mountains that are beautiful and empty. I digress.
All I could think about when I heard the term rapture, over and fucking over, was the word rupture. Haha. Maybe Harold Camping ruptured when he realized he was wrong on Saturday. I guess he was hiding out in a hotel room waiting for the end... haha! What a douchebag. I wonder if we'll see more of this shit when 2012 rolls around? I'll be up in the frozen north then, and probably fairly isolated. One can only hope. I am pretty entertained by all of these conspiracy theorists, though... from a distance.
I had a crazy landlady who was nice enough, but believed that we didn't land on the moon. Like I said, those things are funny from a distance... but when you have to hear every day how the moon landing was a hoax and all the presidents are related by some bloodline thing and blah blah blah, it gets pretty old. I got the fuck out.
In other news, I've progressed in this running thing and signed up for a half marathon. For real, yo. It's on August 13th (I think... or 12th) back in Minnesota and I'm pretty excited about it. Especially since I ran almost 9 miles two Sundays ago! Yeeeeah! I have to keep telling myself that speed doesn't matter... I'm NOT going to finish this thing quickly. Apparently I'm kind of competitive on some level, because I WANT to be fast. But it ain't realistic at this juncture (possibly never).
I survived two semesters of college chemistry, and it's fucking weird that I don't have homework to do anymore. Soon enough, I keep telling myself... soon I'll have so much I'll be dreaming about it and bleeding out of my eyes. Right? Cause that's what happens in graduate school; eyeball bleeding. WHYYYYYYYY
I'm really, really fucking excited to go to Canada as a graduate student. By the way. Saskatoon sounds like a pretty groovy city, the more I read about it, and I am constantly intrigued by cold, isolated places. It is certainly all of those things! I hope I see the northern lights. I also hope to make it up REEEEALLY far north... like to the Northern Territories. I saw a license plate from there here in town the other day! It was shaped like a bear. Fucking badass.
I am really amused by the idea of a God spaceship. Here is a terrible drawing of one. Shut up, I know it looks like a poorly drawn sombrero. Maybe God digs sombreros! You don't know so stop judging me!

In other news, I made a chocolate cake that is fucking delicious and leaves little crumbs of foodgasm in your mouth. Turns out for vegan baking, vinegar makes the cake moist! Yaaaay!