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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