So, as you will come to find out, I'm a pretty random person. This blog will be physical places to travel to, but also all the places my mind takes me. If you're easily confused by things that don't make sense, I would stop reading now as most of what I say won't make sense at face value.
To start, I think I'm going to talk about a place my mind took me during an amazing day out with one of my friends: magnet powered cars. My friend and I were sitting in Starbucks talking about the different things we think about while doing other things and I mentioned trying to design a car powered by water. I had given up on this idea because I don't know enough about cars, but then he mentioned using magnets to move the car. If I remember my physics classes right, that should be able to work because if you find a way to attract and repulse the magnets from each other, they'll move, which will cause electricity, which will power the car. Now, I could be totally incorrect because while I was supposed to be learning that I was either designing my car or talking to friends on Facebook and don't fully remember.
That thought then took me to, why is it called Facebook? I understand MySpace, but Facebook just confuses me. Started thinking about it a little bit more and realized that all you really see is faces. Whether it's multiple faces of the same person, or just different people. Not sure how it's a book, but I guess that doesn't matter too much. Kind of like the order you list what you want in you Starbucks.
The people that go there all the time know what order they like placing their order in, but the baristas are pretty good at listening to the full order, no matter what order you go in. Which is why I can get a zebra mocha frappuccino with caramel, coconut, and 3 extra shots and no whip and they know I don't mean extra shots of flavor.
Coffee reminds me of all the times my friends and I would go after school or during lunch (or both) and figure out which places had the best coffee. We never agreed, but some of the conversations we had made me laugh so hard, my coffee shot out my nose. The one that made me laugh the hardest was our debate on energy drinks and which one was best. One of my friends is super conservative and super straight and when he said "I love Bawls" I lost it. I don't care that it's about energy drinks, just hearing "I love balls" out of his mouth made me cry.
Which brings me to my closing question... why do we cry when we laugh too hard?
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