I don't know why I even bother with these...

Maybe I'm the eternal optimist, but I truly doubt it.
by Mil'vardea

Farmers Life Insurance is celebrating its 100th anniversary, and has all of these silly little contests to motivate people to send them things. I usually don't fall for these, but I have a lot to thank them for all of the sudden. There is very little that gets me motivated these days; for some reason I feel tired all the time, but this little "dream" competition did.

Here's my entry:

Sunday nights are the hardest.

"Usually, considering how completely unassertive everyone in my entire group of friends is, it takes us a goodly amount of time just to decide what were going to do for the evening, much less getting there and doing whatever idiotic thing we’d planned. By the time our plans are in action on Sundays, most everything is closed, and our choices get narrowed down so much, we sometimes end up just watching a movie, or watching paint dry.

"On some occasions, we actually muster up enough creativity to find something to do, despite the lack of open entertainment around town, but for the most part, we end up using Sunday evenings to plan.

"Over the course of several years of Sunday nights, my eclectic group of friends has crafted blueprints for some of the craziest nights on the town, included everything from rolly-office-chair jousting, to giant camping trips, to epic Flash movies that may someday end up amusing millions on YouTube.

"But my favorite plan is one that has yet come to fruition: the Road Trip.

"The route has altered a little in the past few years, but the main theme of the trip remains the same; to see as much of the important parts of the continental US as we can manage in two weeks. We’ve included such necessary and epic escapades as stopping by Philly for a real cheesesteak from Pat’s, grabbing a slice of pizza from at least four different places inside NY city limits, to mooing at the first cow we see in Wisconsin, hanging over the Grand Canyon, watching the light-pollution-less sky over the Southern Cross, to mooing at the first cow we see in California.

"Armed with a couple thousand dollars for gasoline, we plan to take the country by storm, giving our group one last run together before jobs and things scatter us all over the country.

"This is our collective dream."

..::heartsinfall::..