Old men with fewer teeth than I, in a circle...rocking out.

So...Friday before last I had an interesting day. I got up at 7:30am and my father and I commenced working in the yard. I burned a pile of old trash/brush, and while doing so dug a hole so mom could plant a tree a little later. Brian and I unloaded about 50 bags of mulch from the trailer, and then I went for a run....six fabulous miles. I came back from the run, took a shower and then began peeling potatoes for the mashed potatoes. Mom cooked chicken fingers. It was good. Then later on John Phillippe and I went to Sonic. I had a cheeseburger and a grape slush. It was good to see John. Hadn't seen him in about 2 years. While we were there, Lacie Mathis and Emily Green came running by and they stopped and talked with us for about 20 minutes. Then I went home. When I got home, Dad was on his way out the door to go play bluegrass. He asked me to go. Normally I say no, but on this evening I didn't really have anything to do, and I knew it would make him happy if I went and played bluegrass music so he could show me off or whatever because let's face it...neither one of my brothers is ever going to play an instrument. And you know, I'm kind of nervous. I mean it isn't that bluegrass is terribly difficult. I just don't normally play that style of music. I mean it isn't hard to play in A and G ALL THE TIME. I just didn't know the songs. Dad assured me it was okay. That there were only going to be 4 other guys there playing and that it was really low-key. Well, we get there and I notice there are a few more than 4 cars there (at the First Baptist Church). We walk into the gym, and there's about 40 people there eating a pot-luck dinner. I look over to the corner and there's a circle of men sitting with instruments....7 or 8 people or so...wow, that's 4 men...well, I got real nervous when I realized there was an audience....and I felt put on the spot. But at this point there's no way out because I rode with Dad, and he ain't leavin...so I didn't say a word. I just got out the RD-8 (my dreadnaught Alvarez) and sat down. Luckily there were 2 other guitar players that were there and knew the songs...so I just watched what they did for the first little bit of each song and then had it down pretty well. But the old man tricked me. He got me to perform with him. Not that I mind...it's just that he could have told me there'd be people there watching. So yeah there's that.

I also began running last week. 32 miles in one week...wow...it amazes me that I ever did 90 miles in a week, three weeks in a row. At this point that much seems like it's impossible. But this week I hit 40 miles (only running 5 days)...so I think I'm getting back on track, even though it really doesn't feel all that great at the moment. We began CA training last monday, and Alfred and I began a new program we will dub "Fitness 6:45"--basically we go and work out three times a week at 6:45 in the morning. I've been getting up at 5am and running before that too. It started to take it's toll about Wednesday...and I didn't get up or run....Thursday too. But youv'e got to do early mornings if you work at 9am...or you've got to do evenings...sometimes you do both and it feels good. Sometimes you do one or the other and it's just miserable.

I'm liking the new crew pretty well. I think we're going to have a good summer together. Maybe it's time for some side notes.

Sidenotes:
1. In approximately a week Leena Lamb will live off campus for the first time I believe since she got here.
2. I've given up Alcohol for a month. My new drink of choice is "FITNESS 6:45"
3. Buffen the guns.
4. "I have to do some warming up." -Alfred
5. "Well, aren't you just the most perfect thing EVER." -Danielle (pieces of April)
6. every journey begins with a single step.
7. "chris and I" - If you don't stop that I'm going to punch you in the face.
8. The G-Factor
9. Mader has returned.
10. Free meal at Beauregards.
11. Dinner at Juan's...it was fabulous. C. Weed cooked the chicken, and my steak. Thankyou sir.
12. Shelby and Lexi just fly off the porch and catch frisbees...so freaking awesome.
13. RASS.
14. J-RUSS.
15. BESSIMA
16. DAY- A.
17. S-BOMB.
18. EDWARD.
19. D-TREAD.
20. Scott "shhh your mom's sleeping in the other room" Royce
21. Juanowen (huanowen)

My air conditioning isn't working.

You say you love me And you're thinkin' of me, But you know you could be wrong. You say you told me That you wanna hold me, But you know you're not that strong. I just can't do what I done before, I just can't beg you any more. I'm gonna let you pass And I'll go last. Then time will tell just who fell And who's been left behind, When you go your way and I go mine. You say you disturb me And you don't deserve me, But you know sometimes you lie. You say you're shakin' And you're always achin', But you know how hard you try. Sometimes it gets so hard to care, It can't be this way ev'rywhere. And I'm gonna let you pass, Yes, and I'll go last. Then time will tell just who fell And who's been left behind, When you go your way and I go mine. The judge, he holds a grudge, He's gonna call on you. But he's badly built And he walks on stilts, Watch out he don't fall on you. You say you're sorry For tellin' stories That you know I believe are true. You say ya got some Other kinda lover And yes, I believe you do. You say my kisses are not like his, But this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is. I'm just gonna let you pass, Yes, and I'll go last. Then time will tell who fell And who's been left behind, When you go your way and I go mine.

- Bob Dylan
Most Likely (you go your way and I go mine)

yeah....

Many of you are looking for an update. There isn't much to write about lately. The building closed and I hated the process. Finals are over and I thank God for that. Summer is here and it is about time. Mader went home till the 19th. Lindsey is gone for the summer. I am here....alone...in the building.

The only cool thing that's happened in the past week is that Bessima and Alfred have moved closer. Bessima into the building, Alfred into the adjacent building.

I am working the front desk. It is 8:16 AM, already I have heard more Spanish than I care to hear. This lobby is entirely too crowded and noisey for it being this DAMN early. I swear I might start ending lives.