Well I am graduating and I don't think that it could come any sooner. I have decided that I am done with the Provo scene and the events that happened today only served to reinforce my feelings that it is time to move. Most of these feelings come from dating. I have decided to share the events that happened today through the use of Willy Wonka Memes.
Living in a world of pure imagination and getting the F out of Provo.
I am pleased to announce that next month I will be taking my talents to Europe. I am certain that you are all as excited about this trip as I am. You may also have a few questions about my trip. These questions may include but are not limited to the following:
"Rom why are you going to Europe?"
"Rom what part of Europe are you going to?"
"Rom what are you going to do in Europe?"
Or even, "Rom why has your background been changed to a picture of your Uncle Gene being kissed by a girl?"
It is for these reasons, fellow bloggers, that I have decided to write this post.
I am going to Europe because I can. There really isn’t any other reason besides that. I have no reason to go. I don’t even know how much of a desire I have to go. But let's be honest, I am going to be a teacher for the rest of my life and there is no chance that I will have money to travel. So I may as well go while I still have some sort of monetary support.
As far as destinations, I will visit Ireland, France, and England. To further commemorate the trip I've come up with a specific goal for my journey and listed some of the ways in which I will accomplish the said goal.
Mission Statement for Europe 2012
“To reinforce the negative stereotype that Americans are loud obnoxious and pretentious people who are at best uncultured and uncouth.”
Ways in that I hope to accomplish my goal...
Wear an American flag t-shirt that has something like "home of the brave... land of the free."
Order french fries and root beer at every restaurant and complain about how they don’t have it.
Ask for peanut butter at stores.
Ask people to take a picture of me when they are in the least convenient spots to do so.
Wear a fanny pack.
Crank up the song “Niggas in Paris” as loud as humanly possible to celebrate the fact that I am in France.
Until Next time...
I'll be going Gorillaz
P.S. Uncle Gene has been ordered by the Utah State Supreme Court to remove his Facebook account. As a result, I am posting his picture on my blog to combat the injustices committed by the state of Utah. The picture also shows the babe who fell for Uncle Gene last November.
It's been a minute... No need to tell me. It has been a minute since I have written on my blog. I hope that the thirty members of the blogging world will be able to forgive me for the mass neglect of my blog. If you cannot, then I suppose my blog is no longer worth reading. I assure you that it has been a long, hard, and difficult month. It's been laborsome. My weekends have been filled with travels to Phoenix and Los Angeles, and my weekdays have been filled with watching Nate edit my twenty-five page paper. I don't know if any of you know how labor-intensive it is to watch your roommate edit something that you took a lot less time than you should have on it... but it's hard. You have to watch him struggle to make sense of everything that you wrote. It's just a hard-knock life. I felt a lot like my dad must've when he told my mom that he "didn't know if he could take it any longer" when watching my mom give birth to me. Watching someone else do something hard may be more difficult than doing it yourself. Well readers, in the words of Rodney King, "Nobody Knows the Troubles I've Seen" and I promise that I will write more.