This picture was snapped in the summer of '05 by a little-known British newsboy. 

Ski Safely!

Well, last night my family went over to the Powers' house for dinner. We had tortillas, bean salad stuff, and meat. MMmm. I introduced Jacob to Resident Evil. Four hours later, I just realized that I had watched him play it for four hours! That was okay, because I read his MAD magazines.

I had a really weird (but actually quite predictable) dream last night. I was walking with my party (included Jacob, Jack, Charlie, and probably Zach and others) through...somewhere. And there were Ganados (zombies) there. We had to shoot 'em up, and I lost my pistol. Well, I eventually found another, and 4 extra boxes of ammo! Suddenly, we were in the border crossing to Canada. I was faced with the realization that I was carrying a loaded weapon and lots of ordinance, but I needed it or else I would die. So I said to the customs agent, "I really need this. If I tell you I'm a Boy Scout, will you let me keep it?" She said yes. I said, "I'm a Boy Scout." I got through, but was then faced with a dilemma. Should I trade one box (10) of my pistol bullets for some rifle and magnum ammo? My mom said no, so I didn't.

So today I went waterskiing with him and his dad on Lake Washington. It was really sweet. I got "up" and skiing on my first try! It was cool, but kind of hard. As soon as your ski begins to dip and you feel yourself go under, you have to let go or else you'll get hurt when your face meets the water at 20 miles per hour. I also went on the innertube, which was crazy. I was going at an insane speed, and as Jacob's dad started to turn, I was suddenly filled with the realization that I would not be able to hold on. I tightened my grip and wiped out.

When we got back here, Charlie wanted us to take the flag pole down (we're going to redo the deck). It took our dads a collective hour and a half to figure out how to get the flagpole down without a) killing anybody and b) breaking the flagpole, since Charlie was filled with the idea that we can put our 54-foot iron flagpole back up. My idea was to let it go, thus smashing the supports for the deck and saving us a helluva lotta work. Nope. We finally got it down, and I spent a hot, dusty half hour pulling out the staples that hold our dog fence to said support beams (we are good dog owners, we put those ^#*^@&@ in deep).

Oh, and the orange "man-out-of-boat" flag the Powers have says "SKI SAFELY!"

Rock on, dudes. 

Who Broke the Butterfly?

I'm giving up, I'm giving up slowly
I'm blending in so you won't even know me
Apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one, it's good that you mention
It's my one last shot at redemption
I know to live that you must give your life away
I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
I've been dyin' to get out,
Though it might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing where to go
I promise I'm going, because

Hoo-ooh, gotta get outta here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake...

And this life sentence that I'm serving,
I admit that I'm every bit deserving.

--Be my Escape, Relient K





I got a haircut today. Finally. And I must say, it is very, very stylish and suave. Oh, yeah.

And guess what else? I visited both my joint doctor and my physical therapist within the past 5 days. Basically, they told me that I should go *$(#&)@ myself &#(*@&^(*& and #&*(@^(*^&. Yes, indeed. The news is grave. My kneecap tissue needs time to regenerate, so I cannot run for 4 weeks. 4 weeks. 4 weeks of broken dreams, shattered goals, and clinging despair. And there is, of course, no guarantee that I will recover within that window.
... ... ... ... Is this the lowest point of my life so far? Perhaps. Well, I'll get through it. At least I have popsicles and Resident Evil...mmmm...

My butterfly is positively broken. However, 7 KILLERS have come to my aid.

"Y'all need some good old-fashioned discipline! That's what you need."
-General Edmund Duke

The double-edged sword of being lazy and being bored.

Damn.

How could Hell be any worse? Charlie told me to clean out my closet, so naturally I took all foreign objects and dumped them on my floor. I hope Orion reads this. I have MORE...erm...ALMOST AS MUCH stuff as you! HA!

Here's my room some six hours later. Notice the sign on the door. I put it there to increase the overall safety factor of the house. 

This is about 6 or so...looking good!