5. They took away raisins. A good source of fruit and quick energy. Now I have to order cookies and dig them out. I don't do that.
4. They took away wraps. I'm allergic to yeast Jared. Come on! Now I have to order a salad everytime and that makes me feel like...someone who's not tough.
3. 5 dollar footlongs-see yeast comment.
2. The workers are trained to only put 3 cucumbers on a six inch unless more is requested. How can they be sandwich artists with that kind of corporate regulation? And I need the extra cucumbers since I can't order raisins. So I have to repeatedly ask for "all the cucumbers you're allowed."
1. Never once have I been in a Subway with a bathroom that can accomodate more than one person at once. So now I have to go try and pull the door open and hope if someone's in there that they locked the door. Otherwise embarassment for everyone and I just lost my desire to eat a stupid salad.
Subway, please change yourself for me or we are done.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgBeu3FVi60

MATT AND KIM - DAYLIGHT

I'm blogging from my cell phone now? What kind of world? This is amazing. I don't even have to open my computer to blog?! So great. I can't see any disadvantage to this. Life is great. Wow I have so many words to describe how awesome this and how this is the best. Where do I start? Wow well it makes me feel-hold on I'm getting a call

I'm blogging from my cell phone now? What kind of world? This is amazing. I don't even have to open my computer to blog?! So great. I can't see any disadvantage to this. Life is great. Wow I have so many words to describe how awesome this and how this is the best. Where do I start? Wow well it makes me feel-hold on I'm getting a call

I don't know why I entitled this blog "look at me."  Maybe it's the constant desire for attention that burns within my soul because I never felt adequate enough being "myself" in a world full of people who run the world with a power wielding staff made of iron mined from mines in Pennsylvania or Algeria where people live their lives day by day, night by night, hoping against all hope to win who wants to be a millionaire or to make a movie about it and that's when they realize that their life is meaningless even though it's really not because meaning is only a fantasy of reality encountering the philosophical soul which devours trans fats and that my friend describes the greatest of us all in 4 words or less on a match.com ad in uruguay during the storm of the month.  Or maybe not.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXbxKiIFAK8

bob and tom show!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLTiwhBOB5Y

I'm a guest on Fritz's reviewing movies I've never seen.

I was in Iowa today and yesterday and oh boy what a trip.  It all started when I landed in Cedar Rapids, Iowa.  No Cedar or Rapids?  What?!  Maybe it was just too cold.  Then ladidadiaddaaaaa...here's where it got crazy.  I was driving down a road and it said that it was closed.  There was a sign that said "Road Closed."  And I was like, "Well, I'm driving on it, so maybe it's just closed to people who read."  I was wrong.  Truth be told, I was driving on it because my gps told me to.  I don't blame the GPS for not knowing it was closed.  It was made with technology and satellites--how can I expect something with that amount of technology to know where roads that have been closed for 3 months are.  I mean it can tell me how long it'll take me to get somewhere and where the closest subway is but how could I expect to help me out with really important things like which roads are really closed and which ones just have signs up?  Huh?  How?  How, I ask you....  Anyway, so I'm driving listening to "Sitting on a dock on the bay"--the sarah baraeirerararalles (sp?) version on repeat....I wanted the real one but they don't have it on itunes--ahh product placement.  So I'm listening to it, driving down a road that's closed in a yaris--a very durable yaris by the way--read further---and all of the sudden I start to go down a hill and I see at the bottom of the hill that the road is closed.  And somehow I'm surprised.  I think I expected like another sign--there had been 4 already--but like a bigger one maybe with lights and signed "We're for real this time.  sincerely, Iowa." So at the bottom of the hill there is a huge crane and a huge pile of dirt and the hill is covered in snow--why wasn't it cleared off---it's closed of course of course.  I realize my situation and slam on the breaks and cut my wheels hard to the left throwing my car into a skid---I know it sounds like a stupid thing to do on a hill but it was the coolest thing I have ever done in a car in my life. It was like that commercial where the kids slides into a parking spot and freaks out his dad--it was all just a dream in the commercial, but this was real life and real awesome.  It was like someone should've been taping it and then put it on tv and in small print as my car skidded it would say, "..d course--professional drivers only."  (Closed coures=road closed, professional=I'm good at mario kart.)  So it may have been stupid since I was now stuck in snow but I was near the top of the hill and in a rental so it didn't really matter how I got out as long as I got out and the car didn't look horrible.  I try to drive my way out.  Then I try to push my way out.  And then I see a house on the top of the hill and I start to walk toward it and a dog comes barking down the hill.  So I run.   So I run toward my car and turn off my music to focus.  He stops barking.  "Hmmmm...he must've preferred the orginal version better too."....and then his owner came and helped push me out.  Thank you good night. 

It's official.  I'm moving out of my parents' house.  For 13 days.  As I travel around and inspire college students across the Northern Plains to not get a job after college and to move back home with their parents. (see full schedule at www.michaelpalascak.com/calendar.)

This is the longest stretch being away from my childhood bedroom set since college.   I look forward in excitement.  But I also have some trepidation about throwing myself out into the unknown.  Who knows what's out there?  I don't.  You don't.  Nobody really does.  I've never even been to Kansas before.  I don't know who even lives in Kansas.  Maybe it's a portal to another dimension.  That'd be crazy.  I better pack a sweater.

My bags are packed, full of 13 days worth of clothes, some of them ironed, thank you Mom, and I'm ready to go.  Over the years, when people found out I still lived with my parents, they would mock and chide, and when leaving home came up in conversation they'd say--"Hey, well, Michael knows about how hard it is to leave home!"   And I'd say, "Yep, I do it everyday.  At least to go to the store."

A little more than 4 years ago, I finished college with nothing but an English degree and the shirt on my back and the stuff that I had down at college with me and came back home with.  And now I leave to go out on my own for 13 days.  I hope dad left gas in his car.


Goodbye sweet world of parents' home.  See you in a baker's dozen of days.  If anyone has any words of wisdom/survival skills in Kansas they are much appreciated.

I drank a full cup of coffee for the first time in my life two days ago.  I drank it pure--no cream, no sugar, no milk, no ice, no fruit, no anything. 
First reaction--HORRIBLE.  It was horrible.  So bad.  I poured it toward my lips and it tasted like tea that tasted really bad.  I hated it.  But I was driving and I was tired.  So I continued on with my journey.

Later on in the trip I was full of energy and pouring that cup over trying to get the last sweet drop into my mouth.  I had so much energy.  I wasn't shaking but I could've if I wanted to.  That's how much energy I had.  That coffee kept me going.  Now, not only could I stay awake to drive.  I could text, talk on the phone, and jot down philosophical ideals principles as I drove.  Coffee.  Man it was great.  But then I started to realize something.   I really was tired.  It was just the coffee that woke me up.  My coffee who I had grown so close to over the last few hours was really not a friend, a companion, someone to write a letter to on a sunny day.  No it was a drug.  An energy drug.  A hot energy drug that tastes  bad if you're not used to it.

I'm okay with that now.  But when I was really tired I kinda freaked.