This is gonna be a short one

People have developed this strange habit of thinking my life is interesting.

They tend to acquire this strange train of thought soon after reading my blog.

I have sad news for you readers; my life is really rather boring most of the time.

You all are quite aware that there are several things in this world that annoy me. Ranking up toward the top of that list is those individuals who hold themselves on a pedestal above everyone else.

In a word, cocky.

So keep that in mind as a I say this: I think that my writing skills are slightly above average.

As you may have guessed, I don't say that in a bragging way, just sort of an "Oh, hey. That's cool I guess."

Wrapping all of that up, my life isn't all that exciting, I have simply developed a writing style which allows me to describe the events of my daily being alive-ness in a way that makes it slightly entertaining to read.

With that in mind, I'm going to recap my Wednesday, beginning on Christmas of 2009.

Probably the most useful thing I received for the holy holiday was my CamelBak water bottle.

After just a few days of having it in my ownership, it was at my side at all times ready to rehydrate the easily dehydrateable person that is me.

Sadly, after about 7 months of using it every damn day it decided to give up on me and die.

So I go to Target and buy a new one.

I've had it about 4 days, and last night I can't find it to save my life and I'm freaking out.

I begin to root through my car like a madman, and give up after checking behind my subwoofers (located in my trunk directly behind the back seats) by pulling the box back a few inches.

At the time I thought nothing of it, but when I got into my car to go to work at 8:05 this morning and turned my car on to hear nothing but the purr of the 2.5 liter beast, I begin to worry.

I get all the way to work and am rooting around in my trunk looking like a complete fool before I realize what must have happened, and noticed that two wires are justa hanging loosey goosey.

After a massive sigh, the realization that it's 8:27 hit's me and I walk into CBRC.

Work had a crazy amount of ups and downs.

I got to nap.

We went to see Ice Age 3, and after a few minutes of realizing it was the same damn movie Disney has been making for decades, I lose interest and nod off.

I wake up near the end, and the 8 year old next to me flips out and asks why I was asleep.

A few seconds later I nodded off again and almost fell on the shoulder of the kid next to me.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful minus George (from yesterday) repeating yesterday's act.

I walk to the indoor pool to retrieve George from swim lessons.

George will not get out of the hot tub.

I tell Alden, he's going fishing. Fishing for a 4 year old.

He casts his reel and gets a solid bite, and hands he his squirming, squealing catch to take back to the rockwall room.

20 minutes later George is making the whining noise and it just sorta bounces off me.

5:30 finally rolls around, and I get to go home.

Wait, no I don't, it seems that a total of 12 kids' parents think that we are actually open until whenever they feel like picking their children up. We are pretty explicit about charging 5 dollars for every 15 minutes they are late picking up their children, yet they still whine, make excuses, and try to get out of it.

It's like I'm in elementary school and I'm explaining to my teacher why there was no possible way I could do my math homework, and it is in no way my fault.

The highlight of the day was this: Josh and I are talking during lunch, and a kid runs up to us in a panic and says this:

"Guys, I'm really hungry, but I don't want to eat. What should I do?"

It was at this point, that two kids start to act up. We are going to refer to them as Kaden and Ian.

Ian called Kaden stupid, and so Kaden threw a gold fish at Ian.

They resolve this situation by running up to me and whining about it, simultaneously convinced that they both did nothing wrong.

I say "I'll be right back guys."

And I go on my break.

Following work, I traveled immediately to Josh's to do a few minor things to my car. Sound system fixed, and now it is nice and shiny inside and out.

It's all dandy except now it had developed a quirk that entails the car not starting unless the positive terminal on the battery has been mashed down a bit.

Yea, I kinda wanna kick my car in the balls right now.

Or maybe just do autocross with it.

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It's been a weird couple of days.

Listen to this.

Click on the thing above this text, and listen to the 19 second sound clip.

Then, imagine that, in a small room, for 25 minutes. Non stop.

That's all I really remember from Monday at work. Near the end of the day, this kid who we'll call George, doesn't want to go to swim lessons.

So we take him to the pool anyway like we are supposed to, and he starts to do that.

And he won't stop.

He refuses to get in the pool, and so after much fussing he is taken back to the main room where he still won't stop crying.*

After a few minutes, he is such a distraction that he can't be around the other kids anymore.

So I take him to a different room with an older kid, and we try to calm him down.

Absolutely nothing works, and eventually we have to call his parents to pick him up asap.

I ask two of the kids "Would you guys work here for 8.55 an hour?"

They look at each other, look back at me, and in unison answer "NO."

It was not the best Monday at work.

*He never actually produced tears. What you heard in that audio clip was it, if you looked at him it looks like he's crying because of his facial expression. But I assure you, he was just freaking out for no reason and was no actually crying.

Remember the speeding ticket I told you about?

I came home on Monday and my Dad still hadn't heard about it.

So I walk up and spill it all at once.

"Hey Dad. I got a 300 dollar speeding ticket last night."

He talks casually for a few seconds, and then works himself into a sort of hissy fit and the conversation ends with him saying "If you get another ticket, I'm selling that piece of shit and buy you a junker and you will like it. Now get the hell away from me so I can calm down."

It was not the best Monday at home.

From home I went to Kaden's. The mood was thick with despair, as soon we would be travelling to the vet to put down Pumpkin, the Mathis family cat of 19 years who lived to be 22.

I kinda liked that cat. She had a funny habit of walking into a room full of people, wobbling over to me, and sneezing on whatever body part she could find.

On more than a few occasions, I would bow my head to her level, and she would do a sort of head but that looked pretty cool. Then she would usually sneeze in my hair.

Kaden's mom said it best when she described Pumpkin's meows: "She has one noise, and one volume level."

If you have ever been to Kaden's for an extended period of time, you have probably heard a random yet extremely loud "MAAAOOOWWWWWWWW" that is probably repeated several times and ended with a strangely human sounding sneeze.

Last night a few of us gathered in a small exam room at the Vet place near Sonic, and watched as Pumpkin slowly and peacefully drifted off.

It was not the best Monday.

The early morning hours of Tuesday were spent reading about how I can modify my exhaust system on my car so it is back to legal status. This was followed by sleep until around 11.

Woke up, showered, went to work, went to Carmike.

A few weeks ago my mother and sister made me promise I would see Toy Story 3 with them. So today we finally did. We were 3 of 7 people in the theater.

Yea, it was like the greatest movie ever. Kind of perfect.

I thought it was really cool how we, as a generation, more or less grew up with that series. It kind of made me want to dig my Buzz Lightyear out of the attic.

From the theater I went to Kaden's where I had some fun on the telephone.

The situation is: My exhaust system is illegal because it is too loud. The system is aftermarket and cost over 600 dollars to the previous owner. Naturally, I don't want to have to replace it all.

So, my question was do I have to replace it all, or just the muffler?

To me, it seems like a reasonable enough question. Apparently it wasn't.

I call the Richland Police Department. I ask them.

The lady on the phone replies with a confused "Uhm... Did you get your ticket in Richland?"

No, I got it in West.

"Well you have to call West Richland PD then."

Click.

Hokay, correct me if I'm wrong: I violated a Washington State law. Richland is in Washington. Why does it matter where in Washington I got the ticket? I'm relatively confident the laws concerning exhaust systems are quite similar from Richland to West Richland.

So I call West Richland PD.

They have no clue, and connect me to an on duty officer.

They have no clue, and connect me to the state patrol office.

Shocker: They have no clue. They tell me to ask a mechanic.

So, a random mechanic is supposed to know more about Washington State law than the state patrol office?

After calling those 4 places, I give up for the moment and head to Midas in Kennewick.

All said and done, a new muffler is going to be about $150.

So right now, absolute worst case scenario is 150+309= $459.

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Then I got hungry.

We met up with Mick, Tyson, Gareth, and Brenna at Wing Stop for some delicious foods, and then went to My Fro Yo for some Fro Yo.... yo.

I didn't hear about this place until Sunday.

Tyson said to me "We should go to my fro yo."

Confusion takes me over. I think he's inviting me to some sort of hair party.

After a brief explanation, it sounds like a cool place.

When I got there today, I was a bit overwhelmed. I wasn't sure if I want to go for a chocolatey or a fruity concoction.

So I did both in the same cup.

Didn't turn out to well.... But I think next time it will be rather enjoyable.

Anyone care to take a guess as to where we went following this?

Yup. From about 8 until 11 I was in the Alberton's parking lot hanging out with random groups of people.

At around 10:30, the manager came out and started shooting angry looks at everyone.

So, being the diplomatic/to the point guy I am, I walk up and ask "Do you want us to leave?"

He doesn't give me a straight answer. He goes on some rant about kids pushing carts into cars, I don't follow it at all and I say "Okay I'll ask them to leave."

He was rather unpleasant about the entire thing. As we all enter our cars to travel from the Albertson's parking lot the parking lot of the sports complex on Keene, I drive by him, roll down my window and say "Have a good night!" and wave.

He looks me in the eye and ignores it.

I sort of wonder why I bother being diplomatic or respectful or whatever. It rarely works in my favor.

Finally there are about 17 cars and roughly 30 people in the parking lot on Keene.

We aren't doing much, and the inevitable occurs: A police cruiser pulls in the parking lot.

He approaches slowly and asks "Are you guys drinking?"

We say no.

He says "Well, park is closed. I'm not really going to sweat it if you guys aren't drinking."

And then he takes off, driving rather unsafely but entertainingly.

The general consensus after this was "Wow, not all cops are complete assholes."

Finally I call it a night.

Driving by the Albertsons parking lot, I see two cops parked next to each other not doing anything.

I remember my question, and drive up to them to give it one last shot.

The first has no clue.

Thankfully, my sanity was kept in tact due to the second officer informing me that replacing the muffler (like the mechanic told me to do) should be fine.

Tomorrow I plan to mail my ticket in requesting a court date.

Bring it on fools.

Tuesday was not the worst.

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I've had pizza like 3 nights in a row

It's 8:39, and I'm on my way to Josh's house to see his new subwoofers.

I arrive at his house, he melts my brain with bass, and before I know it we're at Mcdonalds with Mick and Pete.

For some reason, Mick had purchased two bandannas while at Wal Mart a few minutes before he met up with us. Having an extra one, he wraps and tells me to put it on.

Finally we are in the McDonalds parking lot, clad in bandannas, drinking the new fruit smoothie things, having a grand old time, yet growing slightly restless.

So we decide to head back to Josh's.

On Keene, past the roundabout I'm following a jeep going five under the speed limit. I'm keeping me distance though I notice Josh isn't heading toward his house anymore and I almost can't see him.

Finally, the idiot in the jeep turns right, and it's just me and the road (and Mick I guess).

I smile, shove the clutch in, shift down two gears, and the pedal is on the floor.

I hit about 65 before I can see Josh again.

A few seconds later, my rear view mirror is telling me how much of an idiot I am by displaying flashing red and blue lights.

Turn signal goes on, brake goes down, and suddenly I'm stopped on the side of the road and I get nervous.

Mick turns to me and says "You should probably take off your bandanna."

Officer Dickface walks up and starts asking questions. Do I know the speed limit, do I know how fast I was going, etc.

Then he asks if I accelerated because my illegal exhaust makes me excited.

Then he asks when the last time I got a ticket was.

I answer yes, yes, no? and never, in fact, this is the first time I've been pulled over. Ever.

He takes my license, insurance, and registration and disappears back to his Crown Vic.

What felt like hours later, he was at my window again holding my information, and a large piece of paper.

$175 for speeding, $134 for defective exhaust.

Three hundred and nine dollars.

Yea, I understand the speeding part. Completely my fault, I was being an idiot and deserve it.

But 134 dollars for "defective exhaust" is complete (suck it up) bullshit.

First off, the word defective straight up annoys me because I assure you officer, my exhaust is working just fine and it sounds quite nice. The previous owner paid 400+ for a full Magnaflow system and had it installed by professionals, so no, Officer Jerkhead, it is working just fine.

You guys know, how like, every honda civic owner by someone under the age of 20 has that annoying whiney WAAAAAAAGGNANGNAGNGA sound?

Why the hell don't they get pulled over and given a ticket?

Apparently, I can take my car to a "muffler shop" and have it put back to stock which will supposedly lower the ticket cost.

Sigh.

So the total was 309.

"Mick what time is it?

"I think it's about... 3:09."

"Hey Josh do you work tomorrow?"

"Yea.... at 3:09."

"The other day at Yokes I was bagging groceries, and there where so many. There where like... 309 bags."

"Hey do you want to go to Norway with us?"

"What? Wouldn't that be like really expensive?"

"Yea... about 309 dollars."

So that's how the rest of the night went.

At this point last night and the rest of today are a complete blur.

I'm gonna go play some GTA.

I think I've stopped liking things on facebook altogether

What has the world come to?

Texting.

It's infected pretty much everyone, most recently my parents.

I woke up this morning and before I had even rolled out of bed, my entire family was mad at me.

And what did they do to convey their displeasure?

They texted me.



Faith in humanity level is dropping to zero.




So let's recap to Wednesday.

It's about 4 in the morning, and I set an alarm for 10 and 10:10 to be awake and ready for work at 12:30.

10:00 and 10:10 pass, and before I know it it's 11:30 and my Mom is talking to me in a slightly panicked voice asking why I wasn't up.

I spaz out, and fall out of bed.

"Well, I'm gonna go shower..." She says as I get to my feet

"No wait I need to shower!"

"Okay you shower"

"Okay I'm gonna go eat breakfast"

"Okay.... So I am gonna go shower now then."

"No Mom I need to shower for work"



Then I finally wake all the way up as my Mom walks out of my room in a confused storm.



An hour later, I enter the rockwall room at work the usual complete pandemonium.

Guess who is back?

Isaac, from a few blogs ago. The naked streaker swearing kid, cute as ever yet still a complete devil.

As of yet, no stories about him. I'm sure there will be some though.

The story from Wednesday is this:

Some kid is swimming in the indoor pool, and needs to go to the bathroom.

But nah, he is having SO MUCH FUN SWIMMING, that the kid just doesn't, and takes a dump in the freaking pool.

So all of the swim lessons had to be moved to the outdoor pool, where the camp kids swim.

Good ol Alden informs us that the pool can only legally take about half of the camp kids.

So Tyson and I get charged with the task of watching the 25+ children not swimming.

It was nothing we couldn't handle, but it was tiring. Kids running around yelling climbing on furniture and running into eachother.

At the height of the chaos, I turn around after talking to a group of kids, to see Tyson.

Tyson is laying face down on the carpet.

I walk up and pretty much convey my wtfness with my face, and he replies "I give up"

It's at this point that Isaac comes up and sits on Tysons head until he finally sits back up and gets back to work.

The rest of the workday went pretty quickly and uneventfully.

After work I came home, and managed to fall asleep until about 8:00pm.

I meet up with Josh and we decide to go to Best Buy, and meet in the Albersons parking lot.

Just as we are about to leave, Josh informs me Ariel and Ashley are devoid of anything cool to do, and have resorted to hanging out with us. So we wait for them, and mob over to Best Buy.

Which is closed.

Luckily G-Dawg (Gareth) told us to come to his house.

So we did, where we sat in his room for about 20 minutes before me desire to watch Pineapple Express overcame me and we made our way to my house to watch it.

Or we tried, about 45 minutes in there was suddenly no sound. Not sure what happened there.... Still.

Around then, Kaden showed up followed by Mick. We decide to play Black Jack.

Thankfully it wasn't for realsies, or I'd be out 20 bucks. At some point during poker, Dani, Amber, and Tyson joined the party, and suddenly there are way too many people in my house and it's starting to get late.

We migrate outside, and do what we do: take pictures.

Slowly people began to leave, until it was down to Me, Josh, Gareth, Mick, Amber, and Dani.

The next few hours of my summer will go down as some of the best.

After a bit more sitting around, we introduce star tripping to the people who haven't done it.

We then realize how nice of a night it is, and we do the legit thing where we lay with our heads in a circle and look at the sky.

Sadly the sky was kinda hard to see due to the flash from my camera burned into my eyes from trying to take pictures.

Suddenly, everyone is hungry as balls and we go to Albertsons (my fourth time in the 24 hour period.)

For some reason there are inflatable dolphins on display outside the store, and 8 dollars later Mick is the proud owner of Mr. Fresh the dolphin.

It wasn't until ownership of Mr. Fresh had been transferred from Albertsons to Mick that we realized there was less than no room in Mick's suby for him.

Not to worry though, Mr. Fresh.

Our new dolphin pal rode back to my house on top of Mick's car, held down by Josh and I.

After we return to my abode and notice the time and the realization that work is in a few hours, everyone heads home and I finally go to sleep.

Finally we are at today.


All of my energy went into writing about 2 days ago.... So today's blog will be brief.


Albertsons parking lot. Some douche throws some sort explosive that was extremely loud.

A few minutes later, Mick swears that he sees Laurel enter the store, and Amber him and I enter the store to try to find her and say hayyyy.

After unsuccessfully searching the store, we go back to the parking lot to discover that we are no longer welcome, and are now in fact extremely not welcome and we should get the hell out before cops are called.

So we migrated from the Albertsons parking lot to the park on Keene.

Chilling and sardines. Then I went home, and I'm blogging.



Extremely long blog that has been in the making for the past few days is coming soon.


Now I have work in a few hours, and then the weekend. Yeawhoo!


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Blake tells me I plan too far ahead.

He says this at about 12:30a.m. Monday morning as I start to plan (out loud) the next few hours of this fifth of July.

In less than four hours, my phone and alarm clock will simultaneously go off, and even if I manage to snooze both of them in my temporary awakeness, snooze is set to about 3 minutes.

So when 5:15 rolls around, I plan to have my ass out of bed.

I'll head upstairs and drink chocolate milk and orange juice, and eat a clif bar and some grapefruit.

I'll leave my house by 5:40.

At 6 am I'll work through the doors of CBRC, where I'll head to locker 513 and dump all of my junk for the work day.

At 6:05 I'll fill up my water bottle and hit the elliptical machine, then pump iron until about 6:45 at which point I'll shower, brush my teeth, and finally clock in to work by 7.

It is at 7 that my day will take a turn for the unbeknownst.

Blake says I plan too far ahead.

My 4th of July was good, thanks for asking.

Hokay wait, it started off terribly.

Falling asleep close to 3, I was awoken by heat and dehydration a bit before 9. I make my way upstairs in a daze and down two glasses of orange juice before plopping down in the hallway (where it was cool and dark) to attempt to sleep for a bit longer.

I wake up at 10. My stomach has this horribly familiar feeling of wanting to expel its contents in the fastest way possible. I hold it back, and am extremely closing to sliding into home base (sleep) when my sister screams at the site of me laying in the hallway.

I don't know why I looked so terrifying laying there.

But I do know that her scream caused me to sit up, my stomach to say "oh eff this" and a few seconds later everything I'd eaten in the recent times was rocketing out of my mouth and both nostrils.

Cool story, right?

Then I brushed my teeth for about 20 minutes, drank some water, and crashed until about 1pm.

I woke up to a call from Blake, asking when I would come over to aid the the blowing up of stuff.

An hour or so later, I'm at the Chapman household wrapping electrical tape around fireworks, smashing them with a hammer, and igniting them so they explode as opposed to emitting sparks.

Alas, simply blowing up fireworks becomes slightly not entertaining.

The highlight was taking an empty soda can, coating the inside with WD-40, taping the modified fountain inside, and having the entire thing explode into flaming pieces of shrapnel.

It is a wonder that my cousins and I still have all our limbs firmly attached to our bodies.

The rest of the night, was, simply put, just a helluva lot better than my 4th of July last year.

A year ago, I was in California. Things where dandy, but as you may guess I was missing things at home. It wasn't until I noticed that everyone in Sacramento was beyond satisfied with watching fountains of sparkles that I really missed home, where I knew everyone would be filling the sky with colorful explosions of awesome.

As many of you may have noticed, my sensor for awkward... Doesn't really work anymore.

This is largely due to two things:

1.I have been in so many ridiculously awkward situations in my life that I just don't notice/care anymore.

2. I'm quite apathetic when it comes to sifting through BS.

So tonight, as I'm sitting around a fire with a group of people, no one is saying a damn word. I can't tell if everyone was satisfied with silence and simply enjoying the warmth, or if it was just plain uncomfortable.

Multiple times I blatantly attempted to start a conversation topic that everyone could get in on. Sadly I failed pretty much every time. I eventually just chatted with Pete for a bit.

I've said it before, I'll say it again. I can't help but to think how much nicer of a world we would live in if nobody had text messaging.

I'm well aware that I'm a dirty scumbag hypocrite and I text all the time, but I at least do my best not to have serious conversations and leave it mainly to making plans or asking brief questions.

It seems that no matter who I'm with, people are on their phones talking to everyone but the people who are two feet away.

At this point I have about 3 hours to sleep.

I have 3OH!3 songs stuck in my head, and I like it.

While driving my parents to Blake's, I gave them a back massage by playing Beaumont while they where in the back seat. My two 12 inch subwoofers had them shaking, and me laughing.

I kind of saw this coming, this blog having so many different thought processes tossed in that it becomes sort of meh.

Howell, Ima finish my powerade and get some power sleep in.

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Anything anything anything I want....

My day started off a bit earlier than I would have liked.

Around 9 A.M. I came out of my pleasant slumber to the sound of a vacuum running in the hallway next to my room.

I try to ignore it and go back to sleep, yet it is a sadly fruitless task.

So I get out of bed and get ready to walk into the hall to give my mom a piece of my mind, and it was only when my hand was on the doorknob that I realized two things:

1. It is the cleaning lady vacuuming*

2. I'm in my underwear

Needless to say, the piece of my mind was not given.

*Yea, we have a cleaning lady now... I kinda feel horrible for how lazy this is, but then I remember I don't have to clean my bathroom anymore and the care level drops to about zero.

I lazed around the house until about 12:30, at which point I finally showered and left the house. I peaced out to West Richland, more specifically Kramer's house where I learned to play risk.

It didn't go so well, my attention span is ehhhhh as of late, and Jordan and Phi dominated me pretty quickly. The game somehow took 3 hours due to extremely long breaks in between turns.

From Kramer's I went to CBRC, where I said heyyyyyyyyyyyy to my coworkers before lifting weights for a bit.

On my way out I tried to high five Kara, one of the camp counselors. She didn't notice what I was doing as I was walking by, and looked up to see my hand raised, to which she jumped and crouched, thinking I was about to back hand her. We loled, then finally high fived for realsies.

At this point I was rather famished. I went and picked up my sister and Matt, and we went to Hot Wingz for din din.

If you didn't see my facebook status, Matt and Chelsea had a conversation that went a little like this:

(Matt is talking about what he will be doing in the military, he's going to be a Cavalry scout.)

Chelsea: "So a cavalry scout.... Is that like, a boy scout? Do you sell cookies?"
Matt: "Yes. Exploding cookies."

Honestly, that is how a lot of conversations between those two go.

After dinner, Matt went and got his computer which is still in the process of being built, due to faulty parts ordered.

He had to return one part because I straight up didn't order the right one, and then another because it didn't work.

So tonight I piece it all together, everything turns on, but there is nothing showing up on the monitor.

Half an hour and several angry words later, it's still not working.

Rewinddddddddddd to Winter of 2008.

Ben is in the exact same situation. He ordered nice top of the line parts, we put it together, and it wouldn't work. It just wouldn't.

Defeated, with the computer back in pieces, I say "Ben, dance with your motherboard. It's all I've got left to try."

So he takes it, gets jiggy with it, and we build everything one more time just to be sure.

And it works flawlessly.

Fast forwarddddddddd to tonight. Matt is getting rather weary of parts not working, and I'm again in that situation where I'm out of ideas.

So I say, Matt, dance.

Things got a bit un-PG rated at that point.

I hooked everything back up. Matt can't see the monitor and therefore can't see if it's working.

I hit the power button, look up at Matt, and inform him "Dancing has given me a 100% success rate."

In that sense, the night was a success.

After this I met up with Blake, Ashley and Ashley, and Aubrey at Walmart.

Then we.... Didn't really do anything, but I enjoyed myself nonetheless.

My night ended with Pete and Josh. We took a cruise through West Richland, starting at Yokes, driving down bombing range to van giesen to grosscup to... the road by Horn Rapids, to the bypass, back to van giesen.

I was doing about 45 on Van Giesen, where the speed limit is 40. I was driving this speed consistently, and when I got to bridge where the speed reduces to 30, I was in the process of slowing down when out of nowhere my rear view mirror is alive with flashing lights.

I spaz out and start to pull over, but the police man is shooting toward me on the right, and ends up zooming right past me leaving me kinda frazzled.

I was rather convinced my perfect driving record was about to be destroyed.

But then it wasn't

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Young, dumb, and stung

After 6 days of rainy 60ish degree weather in Oregon, I arrived home to Sunny Richland Washington expecting 90+ temperatures.

And its 60ish degrees and rainy.

Funny how that works, but I prefer it this way. Once the thermometers start to pop, I'm not sure how I'm gonna survive.

During the winter, when it was significantly below freezing outside, I walked around outside in a button up shirt and jeans and I was just fine, because I'm a manly man like that.

But being a manly man goes both ways in this case, as my tolerance for cold is countered by a complete inability to cope with heat.

So I'm gonna just throw that to the back of my head for now.

I think the only thing left to report from Oregon was randomly meeting up with Maggie. Her and I don't really know each other all that well, but we ended up chilling on her deck for about 45 minutes last night. That was cool.

Yup, I'm home. Things are pretty much the same they where when I left a week ago.

I got home, cleaned my room, and then sat around for a bit before realizing all I had done for the past 6 days was sit around.

So I packed my gym bag and hit up CBRC. I had a good ol time on my fav elliptical machine, then did a nicely painful leg set.

After that, I retrieved my phone from my locker and noticed a missed call from Gareth. After showering and whatnot, I return his ringaling and hear that people are at his house, and there is fudge to be eaten.

So a few minutes later I walk in the front door and im nomming fudge with Gareth, Brenna, Sydney, Kalli, and Paige. After sitting around, we sit around around a laptop and watch youtube videos and read The Oatmeal. Becoming slightly restless, we do what we always do... Go to the Albertsons parking lot.

Keep in mind its still rather rainy. And, for some reason, all the lights in the parking lot are off. So it was this weird creepy dark wet night.

We countered this by Brenna producing a pig hat thing from her car, and me putting it on without really thinking twice.

Then we actually entered the store, and walked around for a bit, me still wearing the pig hat. I toyed with the idea of asking an employee if they had bacon.

I get a powerade, and take it to a casher for purchasing reasons. She looks at me and says "I've seen worse."

Then she gave me extra DQ coupons, so it was sort of the best thing ever.

At this point people where headed to Kennewick, and I was le tired. So I went home.

An hour later I was starving and craving a Volcano Taco.

So I hop in my car, drive down Leslie Road when all of the sudden HOLY SHIT I get hit by a golf ball.

Or something, I'm still not sure. But I was right by the golf course, and it was white and round. It didn't leave a mark (thank the lawd, I would have turned around and ran the mofo over) but it made me go into my karate stance* for a few solid seconds.

This doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I just played Left 4 Dead 2, but I think I'm gonna write a blog about zombies here soon, so brace yourself.

*I never took any karate lessons

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