Day 120 - 10/15/10

Exploration has long been the catalyst of civilization. Early Indians crossed the Bering Strait to establish themselves in the new land of America. In fourteen hundred ninety-two, Columbus sailed the ocean blue. In 1969, Neil Armstrong was the first to set foot on the Moon. Yet, all these amazing feats fail in comparison my own journey of epic exploration: finding my car in the LSU parking lot. Ok, fine. I sound absolutely ridiculous but in this concrete jungle of license plates and pavement, there is an adventure. Especially, if you haven't seen your car in about two weeks and your memory is fuzzy on where exactly you left it. I feel like there should be some iPhone application or something that can help you find your car or something. Steve Jobs, if you're reading, take advantage of this idea. This is just another sure fire way to make bank, because we all know you do not have enough already, right? I've seen this jungle be merciful and graceful (such as when I obtain the precious HORSESHOE parking spot) and I've seen it take a turd on my self-confidence and steal my money (such as when I got my car towed for parking in the wrong spot). You are some bipolar to me sometimes, LSU parking lot. I really think National Geographic could have an interesting video if they were to just follow me as I look for my car. We would encounter the behavioral adaptations that people have develop to gain advantage and find a better spot. Street corner bartering. Having your friends stand in your spot like an awkward douche. And my absolute favorite, barricading your future spot with an actual police barricade. You guys are so cleverr? I have seen some crazy stuff, some I have tried and some I have not and don't plan to. It would all make for a really funny and interesting documentary. Just consider me the Steve Erwin of parking.