an odd number of bread slices? really?

just makes me feel awkward to get to the last few slices of bread (inside the pretentious inner bag, which is contained inside the less pretentious, and far easier to open and close, outer bag) and have it be an odd number.  I think back: "Did i eat a sandwich and forget to close off the other side? Did i snack on one single peice of bread without then being tempted by another peice, some cold-cuts and some mayo? Did i forget to fill the other slot in the toaster? Did the one sock monster get hungry for bread?!?!?!? If this is the case then i am pulling all of my money out of hanes and putting it in brownberry."

Then i thought "Wow, i have been thinking for a long time and its made me even more hungry, maybe i will make a triple layer sandwich and..... OH DEAR GOD" Its that damn triple decker sandwich that is throwing me off! (Moist-maker to all you friends fans out there).  Mystery solved.

I guess thinking pays off.  did any of this actually happen? that remains to be seen.  Its really not the validity of the story that you should be worried about, its the fact that you are still reading that you should seriously worry about.  Actually, if i was 100% truthful all the time i would have to revert to my childhood where i was more curious than cautious and the stories end in sentences like "and thats why i wont be using the wedding candle my parents used in their wedding, in my wedding" or "we learned very quickly not to stand behind the rocket-cars when igniting them, immediatly following that lesson was the next lesson; make sure that if you build a rocket car you make sure it stays on a straight course.... you know, you really have no buisness building a little rocket car out of balsa wood and pine-wood-derby tires because it isnt safe for anyone, not even if you are inside." or finally "so we never went in mr. yacklitch's yard again, not even my dad, not even for the best ball we owned. thats his now, and hes shown us reason not to believe otherwise."

Yea, childhood was phenominal for stories.  I always wonder if there can possibly be a better time in your life than when you arent really responsible for yourself because you just dont know.  When your an adult, you know, your just doing things against what you know, and that makes you an asshole.  Kids arent assholes, they cant be! that sucks. i can deffinatly be an asshole for things my mom talks about today with a smile on her face that i did when i was a kid.  Like throwing my lego structures down the stairs.  or coloring on the table.... or wetting the bed.

i dont know if my mom smiles about those things.... but they still are construed differently depending on how mature i am expected to be, and that is a drag-house.

well, and update on my life as i know it.  This is the video for our senior design project and its pretty cool, and its good evidence that i have learned something here in college since i couldnt do this before i got here, enjoy your week!