Ride of my Life

Mick Hagen’s ride of through life

 
 
 
Category Archive *Everyday stories*
MC Hammer & Vanilla Ice. Together. Wow.

An epic night. Been 20 years since these two shared the same stage. They decided to do it one night. One night only. Happened in Orem, Utah. Mckay Events Center at UVU. Packed house. Below is a video of some of the highlights. It was all shot from my iPhone so I apologize if the quality isn’t the best (I used Cycorder). Sound is loud cuz we were right in front of their speakers.

Your video guide:
0:24 – Hammer and Ice chilling at the front of the stage together.
1:03 – Hammer does some sick moves right in front of us.
1:36 – Vanilla Ice sees my hot wife &gives a handshake, or whatever that was.
2:00 – A chubby girl goes and gets freak nasty with Vanilla Ice. Kinda funny.
2:27 – You see Rachel and I for a sec. I turn the phone around.
2:44 – I have a bunch of Hammer’s moves, edited to just capture the good stuff
3:40 – Too Legit to Quit. One of Hammer’s classics
4:10 – Old School “Too Legit” choreo.
4:48 – One of Hammer’s background dancers looks like Sanjaya from American Idol a few seasons ago. Gotta pause it exactly on 4:48 to see it.
5:05 – Vanilla Ice doing his “Ice Ice Baby.” It was dark, so quality isn’t very good here. But you get the idea. I edited this…taking out all the really poor quality segments.

It was a friend of ours who hooked us up with the tickets. Thanks Matt Anderson. We appreciate it. Anyway, the concert was alotta fun. I knew Vanilla was gonna be entertaining cuz I had seen him perform at a house party while I was Princeton (I was front and center there too, believe it or not, giving him high fives left and right). And Hammer was awesome too. He brought a crew of dancers (including his son, very talented) and brought some moves of his own as well. We ended up at the very front of the stage after a lot of pushing, shoving, elbowing, wiggling our way up to the front of the crowd. It took a lot of angry people, looks, and murmers by the people around us…but we finally got there. It was well worth it.

Vanilla Ice was talked about how family/friends were the most important thing in the world; He also gave a huge shout out to soldiers who had recently returned from Iraq. Hammer told us that prayer was the solution to the world’s problems…and he did a nice song to it. Hammer also gave a Twitter shout out. I didn’t like it. I like how Twitter is not mainstream yet. I feel special on it. The underground party ya know.

 
Pixi is so hard to train.

So a month or so ago back…I surprised my wife with a puppy. A female papillon to be exact, made famous by renaissance paintings, commonly depicted on the lap of a ritzy French dutchess or something like that. After reading up on this sexy, somewhat rare breed, I decided to pull the trigger and buy one. My wife needed a companion because I was gone so much on business. So bammity bam. I got it. They are a toy breed and will only grow to be 5-7lbs. Yup, pretty small. This breed is supposedly smart and athletic. So far, i’ve only seen athleticism.

Bottom line is that she poops everywhere. For awhile her pooping and peeing everywhere was cute. We laughed. We giggled. We’d look at her cute puppy face and wiggle her big ears and talk like a 4 year old to her. It seemed as if it was an archetypal journey of some sort, symbolizing our right of passage into “parenthood” or something like that. It was fun.

But to be honest, i’m kinda sick of it. I will be so happy when she’s completely potty trained. Rachel works so hard to train her and keep her on her eating/pooping schedule, etc. But it is so difficult. We’ve been able to train her to hold it in at night, keeping her in her kennel where she sleeps. We feed Pixi only at certain times of the day. Shortly after each meal we take her outside to go poopy doopy. If she bombs away, we give her all the praise she can imagine. Supposedly, dogs will do anything for praise of their owners. So we’re trying to use that positive reinforcement.

The hard part is that she hasn’t fully understood that outside is the place for bathroom. She’ll go poopy out there alright…but sometimes she’ll still go poopy inside too. Sometimes she goes outside and just plays. Chew stuff. Explore. Run around. We’ll wait for the poo…and wait….and wait……and wait

Soon our patience wains. We give up. We come inside. And BAM! She’ll drop one. It’s so frustrating. Bless my wife’s heart. She tries so hard. She is so patient with the little pixi-stix. I’m sure it’s just a matter of time. Once Pixi is all trained, life with Pixi will be grand. Wonderful. And everything else that comes with having “man’s best friend” in the home.

In the meantime, I guess i’ll just have to live with poop stains everywhere and guests plugging their nose when they come in. Pixi is such a treat and a blessing to have around. I love her. But right now, i’m seriously sick of the pooper doopers. Nuff said.

-Mick

 
A meeting w/ a rich space tourist.
The last couple days i’ve been getting very little sleep. It’s been sad…i’m starting to feel weak. But that’s life. We’ve been working hard thinking about our new business ideas. Once I get to Utah (on Friday) I can relax more. But in the meantime…it’s work work and more work. Intensity is good. A lot needs to be done, and especially in this phase, a lot needs to be researched and learned. It’s been alot of fun.

Today was an interesting day. I woke up early. Then I met up with a buddy and we had breakfast at Ivy. After breakfast we quickly went over a couple things that he needed done. He’s starting up a company (completely separate from what i’m doing) and he needs some help with some visuals on a prototype product. So i’ll be helping him put together a quick design of his product.

After breakfast I quickly ran around campus, collecting money from various departments, etc. Some people still owe me money for various projects I did for them. I’m trying to collect everything before I head out on Friday. After collecting money…I responded to emails. That took me a couple hours simply because it’s been a couple days since I’ve responded….they’ve all piled up. After responding to emails, I went over to the gym…had a great work out. After the work out I went to lunch.

In the afternoon we had an interesting meeting. It was with Greg Olsen. Many of you might have heard about him in the news. He’s the multi-millionaire entrepreneur who recently paid $20 million for a ticket to go to space. He’s been a successful entrepreneur in his life and we basically just wanted to seek advice from him and see what his thoughts were regarding our business ideas, etc. Google him. He’s well known and has alot of money. Read an article about him here.

His office was on Nassau Street (right next to Princeton campus), so we walked over there and met with him. He has multiple offices around the nation. The office was beautiful. We met with him in the conference room. Beautiful furniture. Big, comfortable seats. Huge flat screen on the wall. Glass see-through divider thingies. It was nice office space…no doubt about it.

It was actually really funny….he was wearing his space suit. Haha. I know it sounds absurd. It was indeed. We wondered what in the world he was doing…and if he always walked around wearing his space suit. I thought it was hilarious. He told us he was wearing it cuz later in the night he was gonna speak somewhere…blah blah blah. I didn’t buy it. I honestly think he really just wears that thing around town and wherever he goes. He’s really proud of the fact that he went up to space. There were pictures of him in his space suit in articles all over the wall. Pictures of himself everywhere…some were with George W. Bush….blah blah blah. It was all pretty funny. He really seemed somewhat self-centered.

The actual meeting with him didn’t go that great at all. Yes it was somewhat productive. But it wasn’t as great as we expected. In the very beginning he made it clear that he wasn’t looking to fund anything. I got the feeling alot of people go to him for money. We assured him that we weren’t looking for venture capital. Cuz in reality we weren’t. We’re taking our potential business as far as we can go with our own funding…bootstrapping the sucker for all its worth. So with Greg Olsen, we weren’t looking for money at all. We were simply there to seek counsel, advice, etc. After that, he lightened up a little and things got alot better. He gave us some good advice and the overall conversation went okay. But not as great as expected. He did give us some other contacts though…..and that’s always nice.

Anyway…after that we all went into our make-shift office (the undergraduate student government office in Frist) and worked the rest of the night on the site. A lot of our focus and energy today went into choosing a name. We had originally came up with a name…bought the domain name….created logos…..etc. But after more research, asking people around, we realized that it’s not easy enough to hear it and spell it. We want a domain name that is as simple, easy, and phoenetical as possible. So we decided to change our name. It seriously took us hours and hours to come up with the new name. It was a funny process. A lot of brainstorming. A lot of “ahaaaah!” Alot of discussion. By the end of the night…we finally got something good. It’s gonna work! We still need to incorporate our business and do all that jazz…but right now we’re still in the early, early stages of research and development. Mostly just ideas on a napkin, really.

So anyway…that was the day. Tomorrow I gotta wake up early. Very early. I have a quick photoshoot…then i’ll be working all day on business. I’m doing my laundry right now…late at night. It needs to get done before I head home. Now is the only time to do it. I’m way too busy during the day.

Okay. Peace out gangstas.

Much love,
Mickey

 
Birds chirping.

Yes folks. I hear the birds chirping. It’s just about 6am, Friday morning. After hours and hours of work…i’m finally going to bed.

And just so you can understand just how dire the straits are….well…haha….I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and I ran into a suite-mate in the hall….waking up. We carried out a full-blown early morning conversation. Little did he know that as he was starting the day….I was about to end it. So tragic.

Where’s the sleepy monster? Come and eat me…..please…..

I have to wake up in a few hours. This is a bad start to a very busy weekend. Oh well. At least in the morning i’ll get to eat bananas.

 
Stinky ladies, zoos and miracles.
So I was at the gym today doing my normal work out…and holy smokes folks….I have never been in the presence of such a stench in my life! There was a lady, probably a professor…I don’t know, who came to work out on the machine next to me. I had finished the set so I went over to the water fountain to get a drink. At that point I hadn’t yet smelt the terror…..but as I was on my way back to the machine…..BAM! BAM! And BAM somemore! It hit me in the forehead like a long piece of plywood hits a beachball. There was an invisible wall, a barrier, a death defying stench that almost put me to the floor doing the stop, drop and roll. I had never ever in my wildest dreams thought that something could be so wretchéd. It was ridiculous. I made various attempts to enter into the danger zone of death….but found myself coughing, choking, and gagging everytime. The lady was facing me….so she could see everything. But it all happened so fast…there was no way to disguise my peculiar behavior. I decided to call it quits in trying to get back to my machine. It was too hard. My nose couldn’t handle it. My nostril hairs were shriveled and whithered away….I threw in the towel and said to heck with the stinky lady.

So anyway….Princeton is turning into a zoo, literally. Little high school monkeys and their families are all over the place. Most of them are seniors in High School who were admitted to attend next fall…and they’re just visiting checkin’ out if this is the place for them. And not just them…but it seems that there are a bunch of tourists around these days. The weather is absolutely georgous…and i’m sure that’s a huge factor.

So anyway…..a rando dude called me on the phone today. I seriously thought he was in the middle of a battle or something. I’m pretty sure I heard missiles going off and planes flying over him….and people screaming. He was screaming spanish really loud and really fast. I speak spanish pretty well but I couldn’t really understand a whole lot. He must’ve thought he was talking to the commander or something. I don’t know. It must have been some crazy thing going on in the Marijuana fields of Colombia. Who knows. But it was really weird. I guess he just had the wrong number.

So anyway….I woke up this morning pretty early and had breakfast at the dining hall. I must admit, it’s quite rare that I eat at the dining hall. But this morning I did. And I thought it was good. It was fun. I was able to just sit down, relax, and read the newspaper. I’ve already joked around plenty in the blog tonight…but now I kinda wanna talk about something that I admire alot. I read it in the sports page today in USA Today. I ran into a very interesting article about an angler, a fisherman. He’s 27 years old. He’s just over 40 inches tall. His name is Clay Dyer and he’s a hero. Here is a blurb from the article:

“Dyer, 27, of Hamilton, Ala., was born with no legs and no left arm. His right arm stops at the elbow. Despite such severe limitations, he has competed in fishing tournaments since he was 15. ‘I’m just very blessed and fortunate to be able to do what I do,’ he said last week following a day on Lake Beaver in Arkansas. ‘It’s a dream come true to be able to go out there and catch some fish.’ ” To read the complete article, click here.

Here is a picture of Clay Dyer, a true hero and champion:

Anyway folks. I’m out. I’m tired. I have a gazillion things to do. Peace.

Love from your nerd,
Mickey

OF THE DAY AWARDS…

Highlight of the day: Nothin’ too special. High stress levels are kickin’ in. Oh dear.
Lowlight of the day: Not getting much done academically. Also…i’m getting really weak and out of energy. I think i’m getting sick. And that really sucks!
Reminder of the day: What’s not working for me needs to change.
Biggest Surprise of the day: The stinky lady at the gym..
Sweet diggity Dog of the day: Thor. I always see him at the gym.
Crush of the day: The hot girl studying behind me in the library today.
Song of the day: “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth.”
Quote of the day: “”It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.” – Mark Twain

 
When tragedy strikes.
As a photographer, you win some…you lose some. This week in general i’ve been losing ‘em. I had 4 photoshoots lined up this week to keep the cash register ringing. The first one was canceled due to bad weather. No big deal…next week it’ll happen. The second one was for a Senior this year; it involved her Senior Thesis. Her advisor (a professor here at Princeton) nixed the idea. Gone. The third one, which I’ll talk about shortly, was tonight. The fourth one is on Saturday. That’s good to go. It’s a 3on3 b-ball tourney. I’m excited for it.

The third one. The one tonight. In the eyes of a photographer, well….it was a disaster…to say the least.

The event organizer hired me to cover the event, take shots of the people, the dj, the atmosphere, etc. The whole thing. It was a good event. It was basically just a big hip hop party in one of the college dining halls. The organizer did a great job. He’s one of my good buddies and I respect him alot for being able to pull off such a sweet hip hop party. He managed to bring in one of the top dj’s in the world (I forgot his name). Kudos to him.

Problem is me. The whitey photographer. I was a complete fish out of water…and i’m not talking because of race. Going to a hip hop party with a big fat camera around the neck with a huge flash device isn’t exactly the most “smooth” or “nondistracting” thing you’d find at a party. I’ve already tried taking pictures at parties…and I should have learned my lesson long before. It simply just doesn’t work. I surely wouldn’t want some rando kid with a big fatty camera to take pictures of me while i’m dancing with my honey. You wouldnt’ either. It just doesn’t work. People get real awkward. They start to wonder why i’m taking those pictures. Is it gonna be published somwhere that would embarrass them? Etc?

Let’s be honest. Normal college students aren’t gonna be going to parties with professional equipment for nothing. And the people at the party knew that. They had no idea that I was really just workin’ for the event planner. And there was no way I could take the mic from the world famous dj and say “excuse me ladies and gentlemen, don’t mind me. The event organizer hired me to take pictures here. Relax. Get your groove on and don’t worry about a thang.”

Yeah right. So are you feeling me? If i’m not in a place where I can talk to people, make them smile, and lighten up the mood a little bit, taking photos is tough. And because my camera is so big/nice/professional, and flash is so bright, I couldn’t really sneak around people to take candid shots. They all knew I was there. And they all did their very best to avoid getting in any of my pictures.

And of course…there were alot of people that I already knew. And they know me. They love me. And they let me take pictures of them. But the “i’m-too-cool-to-smile-slash-let-you-take-a-picture-of-me” dudes standing on the side never were too willing to participate. It made things tougher. I couldn’t do my job. To sum it all up….i’ve learned my lesson. Going to any super loud and dark party to take pictures is just tough (unless you have one of those little mini-point-and-shoot cams…which I have…but then it wouldn’t be professional quality if I used it). Unless it’s a ritzy party or reception at a country club or something similar, it’s extremely difficult to get good crowd participation and quality images.

The proof is in the pudding:

People just wanted to give me booty. No faces.

The minute they spot me, they’re gone.

An example of the “i’m-too-cool-to-let-you-take-pics-of-me” dude. No smiles.

Dark room w/ tons of flashing lights. Hard for even my nice cam to focus properly.

Goodness. I must smell really bad or something.

The world famous dj who wasn’t in the mood for autographs.

And that’s it folks. Tragedy indeed struck tonight. It just didn’t work out for me. I talked to the organizer and was honest with him. I told him it was very, very tough to get good shots considering all the factors (mentioned up above). So i’d just give him all the shots for free. And no…haha…they weren’t all like these that I just showed. I actually got some good ones. These ones here are just some of the worst ones. No worries.

But because overall it was a tough day for Mickey with photography…the Board of Trustees of Mick’s Musings (which is comprised of over 56 people worldwide, believe it or not…haha) has awarded Mick with the following:

That’s all there is to it folks. I suck at photography….kinda. At least today I did. Perhaps Saturday i’ll bring my “A” game and have a better showing. Shucks for the bucks that I didn’t make tonight. Oh well. Pigs get fat, Hogs get slaughtered.

Hope everyone has a great weekend! Peace.

Much love,
Mickey

 
A dinner i’ll never forget.
Basically alot of things that i’ll be saying won’t make sense if you haven’t read some of the past blogs. It’s like a book…it’s hard to just expect to know what’s going on if you just start reading from the middle. So you’ll only know alot of the characters if you’ve been following along. I’ll do my best to reintroduce some people in each blog mentioned…but i’m just giving the heads up now.

Yesterday I spoke of a possible opportunity I would have to work with some members of the Class of 1958 and their website. The person currently running the website is graduating so was searching for someone to maintain it. He found me. He works on the website under the direction of David Greenberg, class of 1958. So basically the job has been offered to me. David was in town because of an Alumni service today and so Aaron (the senior who’s leaving) figured it was a perfect opportunity for me to meet the person i’d be working for. So I was invited to have dinner with them all.

Aaron (class of ‘06) was there. David (class of 1958) was there. For those who don’t know….David is retired. He owned his own Medical supply company and did really well with that. Also with us for dinner was John, David’s buddy (class of 1958) and John’s wife. John is a retired judge. He lives in New Jersey and who, in David’s words, is “famous.” John’s wife is also a well-known researcher who travels alot and speaks at universities all around the nation. She’s quite the scholar.

So anyway…we went to Nassau Club, which is a ritzy upper-class country-club-esque type place that many alumni and Princeton people belong too. We went there…had a great meal….and really enjoyed eachother’s company….talked about family…..politics……life….stories…etc.

However….haha….boy was it quite the adventure. It was an interesting experience to say the least. These old guys are hilarious. They had their typical Princeton alumni outfit on. They had their nice old-fogie suits, crazy tie & socks, french beret…ya know…the whole works. They were constantly cracking jokes, sharing anecdotes and acting like little kids. It was great. I seriously couldn’t stop laughing. And we were there for about 3 hours…so you could probably imagine what it’d be like after all this time (and them drinking getting a little typsy…haha). It was hilarious.

They talked talked talked. Especially David. He asked me some questions to try to get to know me better and it went well. Once he found out I was Mormon, he started talking about how he’s been to Salt Lake a gazillion times blah blah blah. He didn’t speak negative things, but he would talk acting like he knew EVERYTHING about it. It was funny as I had to correct him many times. I put him in his place and I think he liked that.

Old dudes are funny. Espcially a Princeton alum like David. He knows he’s the bomb. He knows he’s super intelligent and wise. He has to ALWAYS be right. So it was funny as I corrected him or challenged some of his ideas. I didn’t bow down. And it was fun.

He’s excited to work with me for four years. He says he’s gonna give me an education. I think it’s funny how he really wants to keep a connection with Princeton and is thus having undergrads help out with the class of 1958 website. To me it’s cool though. It’s a great way to network. These guys know alot of people and are good contacts to have. For example, one of David’s daughters is a big time regional rep for Apple. Interesting.

It was funny hearing them talk about other classmates of 1958 and their encounters at reunions. “Anyone who’s almost 70 and still goes by Tiggy….ya know something’s wrong with him. He walks around reunions with his nose so high up in the air…he’s such a pompous a*s.”

I don’t curse. And I don’t think it’s right. But hearing these old dudes curse while talking smack about other classmates at reunions just cracked me up. Haha…oh man.

David shared one story while we were eating that really put me in pain from so much laughter. For some reason we were talking about trains. David took the train from New Orleans to Princeton and tomorrow he will return back to New Orleans by train. He said he’s only been on the train three times. He obviously usually takes the plane. But for some reason he wanted to take the train. He got a real fancy one….one that he could have his bedroom, etc. So he did.

Anyway….he talked about how he was traumatized on the second time he rode a train. He said it was about 20 years ago or so. He had heard about some train called the Coast Sky LIght (or something like that) that takes people from coast to coast…and it’s supposedly really luxurious. So he wanted to try it out. So he had his own room, bed, etc. “But there’s one thing that I really don’t like about those trains. It’s that you have to dine with people you don’t know at all.” David then went on to say that he absolutely hated to dine and sit on the same table with people he didn’t know. The dining room in the train was huge. There were more tables…empty. So David paid the waiter $10 to put him on his OWN table. He got his own table.

But then for some reason…an elderly couple was seated on his table. “I just didn’t understand. I paid the waiter ten bucks to put me on my own table and then the other comes and sit. That little bast**d of a waiter.” (remember…it’s this really old guy telling this story….very funny). Anyway, so the couple sits down and starts making conversation with David. David wasn’t really into it at all. But the conversation went on and the nice old couple found out that he was a doctor. The old lady was thrilled. “My husband here is terminally ill. He would really like to die on the Coast Sky Light Train. Can you help us?”

So David was put in this really awkward position. She was basically asking him to help kill the poor old man. “I felt sorry for the man….he had tubes going in and out from all over his body.” David went on to tell her that if she wanted it that bad…it would happen in some way. Shortly thereafter…it happened. They were sitting at the table…the man started flipping out. It was either a heart attack or a seizure….David didn’t know what it was…but the old man fell on the floor and started kicking.

Help was called. And they started working with the man down. David just left. Anyway, when the train arrived to its destination and they were all getting off the train. David saw that lady with a big smile on her face. “He got what he wanted. He’s gone. He died. Thank you so much.”

David didn’t know what to do. With an awkward smile and quite traumatized at this point, he said “you’re welcome.”

That’s it. That’s the story.

It’s probably not as funny as I tell it but when David was telling it tonight at dinner….haha….it was so funny.

So yeah. Dinner was very interesting. Princeton is such a cool place. David says that Princeton is such a special place because it teaches us how to think. Beyond that though it’s fun because you’re always meeting new people that have crazy stories and experiences to share. So much diversity. And there is so much tradition. David and John didn’t even know eachother in college. But through the reunions they became good friends. To me that’s really cool.

Aaron, the one i’m taking the job from will graduate this year. Wanna know what he’s gonna do when he graduates? He’s buying a one way ticket to Asia and will travel Asia and Europe for a year. He’s been saving up money but his real plan is to just find whatever short-term work he can get…living in hostiles….and just finding a way to survive….be it picking rice from rice fields in China or delivering papers in Italy. To me his idea is fascinating. And that’s one of the reasons I like Princeton so much….you never know who you’ll meet and what crazy ideas or experences they have to share.

Peace out.

Oh yeah. And unfortunately I DIDN’T find the “hottie at the gym” today. Sorry folks.

-Sir Mickey

OF THE DAY AWARDS…

Highlight of the day: Dinner with the class of 1958.
Lowlight of the day: I didn’t get ANY homework done.
Biggest Disappointment of the day: Bode Miller. 0-5 in Olympics this year. He had great expectations…but really just didnt get the job done. This is what he said, “I got to party and socialize at an Olympic level.” And Bob Costas completely ripped the dude apart too…it was pretty funny.
Sweet diggity Dog of the day: Apollo Ohno and his Gold medal in the 500m.
Crush of the day: Emmy Stevens
Random Photo of the day: See below. CFA called me up to do a quick photoshoot for a TV show they were shooting for TigerTV (the university channel). I was on my way out to the gym when he called…so that explains why i’m in sweats, headband, etc. I’m the one in the mirror. Word.

 
Stop thinking too hard, Mickey!
Tic toc tic toc tic toc…..I could feel the room become a million times hotter. I felt like all of a sudden the classroom was 10x smaller. I could feel the drops of sweat start to trickle down my forehead. I could feel a migraine coming into my small brain like an avalance on a sunny day. I could feel everything. Well….almost everything. I was in the middle of a three hour class…Journalism 452…and tragedy struck!

I slyly started reaching down to the floor with my right hand in hopes of finding what was lost. I felt nothing. I flailed in frank frustration like a 12 year old girl being attacked by a friendly grasshopper. I panicked. And after a few moments….I simply gave up my search.

When a contact lens is lost….well…..you’re pretty much screwed. You are faced with the infamous Contact Lens Dilemma. You have two options. 1) You can continue on with just one contact, allowing you to see perfectly from one eye, yet ultimately resulting in a HUGE headache due to the inbalance of vision. 2) Take the other contact out leaving less strain on your optic nerves and completely minimizing the risks of headaches…resulting of course in horrible vision. In a class setting, a horrible vision just isn’t what you want. In a class that only meets once a week, I couldn’t afford to miss anything. My eye sight without the contacts is absolutely horrendous.

So what did I do. Well…after about 10 minutes of analysis on the dilemma…..I decided that I didn’t like my two options. It was a lose-lose situation. I had to find the contact. I continued my search. The class was full and there was a girl basically in my hugs, sitting right behind me. I couldn’t push my chair back to leave space for me to search. So I did the sidewinder search….basically forcing my forehead past the person-on-my-right’s shoulder. That was fun.

Well….to make a long story short. I finally found the contact. However, it was broken in half. In those 10 minutes I spent thinking….the contact was drying up. It turned into dry plastic. I had accidentally stepped on it….and it broke. Bummer.

So with about half the class time remaining….I decided to suck it up and take the pain of having only one contact lens in. I didn’t want to have to walk home blind. And there was this hot girl that I spotted in class too that I wanted to check out…haha…

Moral of the freaking story: Don’t think too hard. The window of opportunity comes and goes. Decide what you’re gonna do and just do it! Anything else will just give you a headache.

-Mickey

OF THE DAY AWARDS…

Highlight of the day: My portuguese class ROCKS! Also, first day of BodyHype rehearsals this semester was tonight…dang I love dancing!
Lowlight of the day: Besides losing my contact lens, the lowlight of the day was that I missed 24 (you know…the show….with Jack Bauer). But it’s okay I guess…I taped it. Crush of the day: Rebecca Gold.

I’m not a player I just crush alot…