If you have talked to me in the past week, you probably know that giant camel bones were found in Syria. This makes me wonder(Channeling Dane Cook): why can’t I be a giant camel??! Just imagine being, like, 50-feet tall and wandering around the desert all the time without getting dehydrated—wicked! Then you could spit on the sand, or like, if you were at an oasis, you could spit on some rocks, or plants, or giant prehistoric Liam Gallagher. And he’d be like: “Sod off! I’m not sharing my giant prehistoric water with you. I hope you dehydrate.” Then you could trot off into the desert dramatically, without having drunk any water, because giant camels only have to drink water, like, once a year. Then Liam would say: “That giant camel is a champagne supernova. Hey Noel, why are you still a dragonfly?”

Another thing that proves I am mature: yesterday I spent 4 hours playing Super Bomberman2 and Rampart on SNES w/ Nat (Roxanne's brother). Isn't it weird that SNES games cost $60 dollars when we were 12, and now you can download 200 of them for free?

P.S. In 11 days I am going to Vancouver with my dad to see Alexander Ovechkin and the Washington Philharmonic Orchestra, and we even have good seats! I bet Ovechkin evolved from a giant prehistoric camel. He's that good.