What a change it is to live in a house. I have been riding more, sleeping more, eating more (and better), napping more and sleeping more. The only thing that isnt more is stress, and i cant quite remember exactly what that feels like. Friday night was full of breaking the neighbor's storm door, getting hassled by meatheads, old main lawn parties and cycle-drag racing on college ave. Saturday brought burgers on the grill, improv. live music street parties with random drunk kids and mackin' it with my new favorite doggy, "dood", who can smooch 'em better than Reading can smooch meathead's girlfriends at the same party. Zach Braff made an appearance on Saturday night to woo the attention of a cutie neo-prepster named Adrienne. Quite a task it was. Although lady love was 23, gradgitated from cawledge, already employed as a consultant somewhere in D.C and "a little too old" for me, I was the most intelligent and classy freshie they'd ever met. Then she drove away to DC and out of my life, with only a matching highligher tattoo to remember her with; saying, www.(^insertauthorhere^).com. Yes, Random.
I found a new favorite activity over the weekend. I think in a few years time it could be a potential redneck olympic sport, if it isnt already. The idea is to wait around until dusk, when bats come out of their hiding spot in the attic and fly around the back yard looking for bugs. A handfull of small pebbles is gathered and the participant stands in the middle of the yard and waits for the bat to circle overhead of the yard. Once the bat is in close proximity to the yard, a small stone is thrown into the air in front of the bat, who will recognize it with sonar superpowers and mistake it for a bug, swooping down out of the air to eat it. The point of the game is to get the bat to swoop as close as possible to the heads of others. Winner is the one who can get the bat to come the closest.
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Great work.
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