"Do you wanna carve my name into a wall right next to yours inside of a heart?"

I'm sure this constant Savage Garden is wearing on my roommates nerves by now. It's been about 24 hours and I've listened to all of four songs not by Savage Garden and/or Darren Hayes. (Those songs, should you be wondering, were "The Factory Girls/Come Up To My Office" from Parade, "Out of my League" by Stephen Speaks, "Hold On" by Jim Verraros, and "All of the Above" by Big City Rock).

Anyways. The meat of what I'm going to write about today is a game. It's a game I love. I play it with myself, I play it with my friends. It's a cheer-up thing usually. I played it today as a method of procrastinating. Which is funny, because now I'm writing about it as a method of procrastinating.

The game is called "Anywhere But Here". All you really need to play is an imagination.
You think of where you are, and what you're doing or dealing with. An example? I'm in my dorm room and I am supposed to be writing two papers. Well, one paper and a conclusion to a paper I already wrote.
Then, you think of somewhere else you could be. "My friend's dorm room, watching Tristan & Isolde." You have to start realistically like that, because you need to escalate.
If you are playing with someone else, they'll say the next answer. "The MoJo Diner, eating bacon cheddar cheese fries."
Your turn (or the next player's turn). Whoever's turn it is escalates again.

Of course, the game is a little predictable. It almost inevitably ends on a tropical island with someone gorgeous. For example, I might end it with: "under this gorgeous waterfall with Tom Welling."Probably not Tom Welling. It's only because I heard someone out in the hall say something about Superman that I even thought of him. :P