Due to a recent conversation with my blogging sensei - and the fact that I am desperately trying to avoid writing a philosophy paper - I have decided to take a slightly different approach tonight. In our discussion we touched upon many subjects such as cewebrities (Nope, your computer has not developed the cute lisp of Julian from Big Daddy, that is a legitimate term now), writing about day-to-day events, utilizing video, and of course the art of massage in Thailand. It was the second topic that has inspired me to write this blog - but don’t worry more to follow on the massages in a month.

After reflecting on my day for a solid 20 minutes (another philosophy stalling tactic) I realized that I spent this April 29th almost as if I were a legitimate contributing member of society.

I awoke to the sounds of my internet alarm clock before 9 a.m. (8:57 to be exact) I had to go with the internet alarm because my real one is trapped between the wall and the bottom of my 6 foot bunkbed. Yes, at the age of 21 I still sleep in a bunkbed so maybe I should rethink the whole “legitimate person” deal, but for sake of the blog just bare with me. After a balanced breakfast it was off to work (class) for a solid three hours of learning my trade of journalism before lunchtime.

I spent the rest of the afternoon writing and responding to e-mails, researching, and even squeezed in a little exercise with my buddy Rich. Check us out!

After a workout like that, it was time for a serious meal. For dinner I made myself some fresh boiled broccoli with ravioli. I even threw some oregano and garlic salt in the sauce. For those 15 minutes I owned the kitchen, I felt like I was Emeril Ligassi in his prime. The only problem was I got a bit carried away with my “Bam!”, accidently switched it over to the Flintstones’ version and ended up clubbing an innocent housemate with my wooden spoon a few times. Don’t worry she was fine. All jokes aside, I guess the exquisite meal and sauce preparation is the real reason I felt like I was teetering on the edge of maturity tonight. Luckily Holden Caufield (main character of Catcher in the Rye for those of you who skipped high school English) was there for me in the form of a Winnie the Pooh cup that I nabbed from the cupboard and used to drink my grape juice along with the feast I had just prepared.

The meal obviously tasted delicious. I was also quite proud that I made it through the entire process without any new stains on my shirt (DISCLAIMER: This does not include the chocolate sauce and gravy stains that I acquired the day before). But there are still 3 hours left in the day so I guess I shouldn’t claim victory over the washing machince quite yet.

So, after further reflection, I decided that perhaps I am not as close as I once thought to being an actual person. Still one year left before hanging up the winnie the pooh cup and losing the guardrail on my bed. I think the great philosopher William “Billy” Madison sums up my thoughts the best when he says, “Stay here. Stay here as long as you can. For the love of God, cherish it. You have to cherish it.”

Oh, and for those of you who are counting, that makes 2 Adam Sandler references in 1 blog. Who said his career was over?