Two Truths, One Lie

On our way back to LA from Silicon Valley, we were volleying back and forth with Two truths and a lie in which you tell two things about yourself that are true and one that is a lie and the other person (who you may or may not have been dating for five years) has to figure out which is the lie. You'd think this game would be easy for two people that have been intimate for so long, but you'd be surprised at how much you DON'T share with your significant other about things like "junior high," "ex's weird eating habits," and "concussions I have incurred."

Here's a fun one: Majors I seriously, for realsies considered during college.

A- Marine Biology
B- Archaeology
C- Anthropology

Some more backstory- I went INTO college knowing I was going to major in film and I left college with a degree in English: Creative Writing. Because the film major was impacted, by the time I had taken one film class, I had already done most of the course work for the English major. I was making movies all the time as well, so I just stuck with the English major since I was having a blast writing all the time(and there weren't any real finals).

Remember, only ONE is a lie.

Let's look a little more carefully- Marine biology would suit me because I love the ocean and Cal State Long Beach has an excellent marine biology department, at least that's what they tout. However, it's a serious, hardcore research science and do you really think I'd be into that?

Archaeology, besides any reference to Indiana Jones, is interesting if you're studying interesting things, plus it's a little like treasure hunting but instead of hunting for money, you're hunting for research; Research don't pay my DSL bill, ladies.

Anthropology is awesome because it's the study of all humanity from forever and one can focus on anything from any time. Also, there are such things as Armchair Anthropologists which you get to be when you're an old guy sitting in a HUGE leather chair, just spouting ridiculous claims that you formulate from sitting around smoking pipes and reading all day.

The lie in there is Anthropology. I never gave a shit about anthropology. Never took an Anthro class. Even though I never took a marine biology class, after I took biology(at a beach school, it might as well have been marine biology) I was seriously considering being the world's foremost authority on sea monsters and creatures of the deep, how fucking rad if THAT was on my business card.

And archaeology- I took an archaeology class from this 25 year old guy when I was a freshman on a whim because, why not, right? It was AWESOME. It was a simple, straight-forward class that I'm pretty sure I got an 'A' in, but it was the little things, the grains of complete honesty that would slip out that made me consider it. For instance, he kept referring to bribing park rangers with cases of beer because "trust me, when you're out on a dig, you'll have plenty of beer." After the second to last class I approached him about what it was to be an archaeology major and he almost convinced me.

(I'm trying to find out what his name was, but I can't find it. All I keep finding is articles about CSULB archaeology students going to dig on Easter Island, which is making me really wish I had changed majors.)

So there are my two truths and a lie.

The concussion story is pretty awesome, too.