Manfull's Handfull

It's spring break. The Florida sun scorched my VERY ivory skin, and I can't really blame anything except that darn SPF4. rookie mistake. However the vacation much too quickly came to an end, tears were shed, and I had to shift gears from spoiled sunny days to the winter hell that is Iowa. As I boarded my flight to come back to the tundra, I had a few difficulties. Lets start with the fact that I had sun poisoning radiating on my chest. So lets take a moment to visualize my bright red chest, being iced by none other than a Starbucks iced tea. logically. So I step onto the plane, and notice that every carry-on compartment above my seat is filled to the brim .. along with the next 5 rows behind my seat. K cool, lemme just put my stuff in the back of the plane. Supa convenient. Anyway,I'm in seat A. Perf, i love the window seat. However there was a middle aged woman sitting in seat C. No problem, I'll just ask if I can slide in and move along with my day. Well the...

We all do stupid things every day; some of us more than others. I particularly do stupid things many times within a single hour. Whatever, I'm pretty confident about all that (name the movie), and I've learned to embrace the awkward. But what really yanks my chain is when people jokingly call me "retarded". No, no, I don't personally take offense to it, but I do take offense for all the wonderful people I have meet who do struggle with metal disabilities. I may not struggle with a learning disability, or mental retardation, but just because I don't doesn't mean others don't. I like to remind people as much as I can that it's not cool to go around saying "that's retarded" or "that's gay". These kind of statements are turning society into a rodent infested hog's nest. These expressions are taking the identity of someone and making it derogatory- which isn't fair at all. Yeah, it's a little awkward when I have...