Wanna play a game?

So, I just realized that I have no posts at all for the month of October. And that is just not acceptable. It's not that I haven't had ideas. I'm just too lame to sit here and type them up.

If you are up for it, I would like to play sort of a game as a way to get my ass to write something (well my ass isn't really involved in the writing-mainly just my head and fingers.) Give me a topic, any topic, and I will blog about it. There are no exceptions and no limits. Any topic you give me, I will have to write something about it. Seriously, ANYTHING!

So shoot. Put it in the comments. Offer expires at the end of the weekend.

True dat

http://verydemotivational.com/2010/09/30/demotivational-posters-flowers/

Which I bring up due to this blast from the past:

http://welcometomypurpleworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/dating-advice.html

I thought this information should be shared

In my zoology class, everyday the professor says something interesting or at least mildly amusing and I thought "imagine my head was on my rear end" was going to be it for today. But then we went into the topic of flatworm reproduction. You can tell this is going to be fascinating already, can't you?

First of all, for some background info, flatworms are monoecious. This means they have both male and female parts under "one house." So that when they meet any other flatworm, they can get it on. Except with flatworms "getting it on" is a little different. It's called hypodermic impregnation.

In other words, penis fencing. Yes, that's right, penis fencing. Some flatworms battle it out in order to be able to literally stab the other with its penis. You see, flatworms have no vagina-like structure, and this is the solution to that problem. So afterwards, the flatworm is left covered in holes and with its opponents sperm.

I bet you wish you had seen the video. Note: I wouldn't search for this on youtube, just to be safe.

Baby you got the keys, now shut up and drive

After three years, I have finally taken the next step in this relationship. While I have always had a love-hate (mostly hate) relationship with driving, I decided the only way for us to function was if I strengthened my commitment to it. So, I now have my driver's license. I know you thought this day would never come; I know I did. But now it has. And I can only hope that my relationship with driving will just continue to increase now that we finally have some alone time together.

We should also probably stop using my mom's car...

"Got you where you wanna go if you know what i mean
Got a ride that smoother than a limousine
Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights?
If you can baby boy then we can go all night"

Another thing accomplished

I met someone today with the same first name as me. All of you with common names don't understand how cool this is for me. I have never, in my life, personally met someone who has the same name as me. I know of people with the same name: my best friend's grandma's friend, my sister's ex-coach's wife, Gloria Estefan, and my deceased grandmother who I'm named after of course. But I've never met any of these people (I did see in the coach's wife in person, but didn't meet her). I don't know Gloria Estefan and my paternal grandma for more obvious reasons (one's famous and the other one's dead-in case you couldn't figure it out). However, today at Fall Fest I met an employee named Gloria. I was so excited I showed her my ID badge and everything.  I was probably a little to giddy. I hope she didn't notice. I don't want to appear so uncool as to bring shame to the name ( I like parentheses).