Good Golly, I think we're gonna need a bigger boat!
Ok, well, it's been long as hell since my last posts, but hey, you all are used to it by now. A shit ton of stuff has happened since my last post. Ok, so just like good old Mr. Holloway taught us in AP European History "Alright kids, the way to write a good paper is really easy. It just takes three things, tell your reader what your about to tell them, tell your reader what your telling them, and then tell your reader what it is that you just told them. That right there is your ticket to a 5 on an AP exam." I got a 2....ass. But nontheless here are the topics for my post: Ro left, moving out, driving roxors, leaving lexmark, new people, role playing games, and FORTS.
Well, Ro's gone. I think right now he's in Jersey (he'll smell for years) training for his job that he'll have over in Iraq. Unfortunatley I didn't get to see nearly as much of him as I wish that I would have been able to before he left. But I understand, he had to make his rounds to Virginia and Arkansas to see people that he grew up with and such. I'm really not sure how or in what way I can really express how this affected me. But I'll try. Basically, as I've said in earlier posts, I really do support on most levels what we are doing in Iraq. I think it was a nesecary thing that Saddam get removed from power. And I knew that Ro is a soldier, and that soldiers are asked to fight. And I support the way that Ro and his whole Unit are manning the fuck up in a way that most of us will ever have to. They are going somewhere, risking their lives for a cause that many of them may not belive in, because people that they didn't vote for want it to happen. And they are doing it without complaint. They are going into harsh circumstances with blistering heat and numbing cold, irritating sand, and a lack of water, because that is the duty that they have, that is what they signed up for. I felt both intense fear, and intense respect for Ro when I first heard that he was getting called up. And the day has finally come, he's gone, at least for now. That's something that is at least a comforting thought, he WILL be coming back in 18 months.
Now I say that I didn't get to see as much of Will as I would have liked to, which is true, but nontheless I DID get to see him and wish him farewell twice. Twice? Funny story. So Ro got back from Arkansas with something like 36 hours before he was shipping out, we were gonna try and throw a big bang of a going away party, but he still had to pack and move his shit out of his room at North Upper, so there really just wasn't time. However a bunch of people were going to be at the Silver Que (a pool hall that Ro and crew enjoyed) for a sort of last night of hangin out. So I get off work, and go over there to find Ro, Tom, Nathan, John Leigh, and Robert (Ro's brother). I greet everyone and we hang out, play some pool, took a shot (THEN the waitress refused to serve me). Gradually more and more people filter in, Brad, Tim, Jaimie, etc etc. By the time midnight of 12:30 rolls around, I'm pretty ready to go, but at the same time this is the last time I'll get to see Ro. So I don't want to head out yet. Then I see him, Robert, Nathan, and I think Brian at the bar, havin a good time, sorta settling in. Well, can't really do much now, so I walk up to him pat him on the back, give him a handshake over his shoulder and say, "Good luck man, I'll see you in a year and a half" and he basically says bye and I walk out. I get to the door and I start to feel bad, I make it half way to my car and I'm questioning "Can I leave it like that?" I make it into the car and decide that I can't, but I can't just walk right back in either. So I sit there for a minute and think *ding* I forgot to pay will for the table. So I go back in and luckily Will is up from his seat at the bar going to a juke box or some such, he's coming back towards the bar and sees me. I ask him "How much do I owe you for the table", "5 or whatever man, not much", so I quickly pull out my wallet, fish out a five and hand it to him. I then reach out to shake his hand, and I don't know if he caught my eye or what, but his face softened and I told him "Will man, I'm gonna miss you, and I'm already looking forward to you coming back, so don't you dare dissapoint me." He sorta chuckled and responded with "I wont man, and when I come back, you better be in much better shape, and I don't even mean physically, just all around man, jsut get better." And I don't know, but that really did affect me. That he noticed that not everything is allright a lot of the time, and that there are things that I need to improve on, a lot of things, and he cared enough to say them to me. I don't mean to come off as sappy, but I do think that Ro in general has been one of the major influencing people in my life, and part of the reason is things like that. So I definitley thought this was a grate note to leave on, and so promptly I did. Ro left at 5am Saturday, December the 4th 2003 and I didn't get to see him agian until....
Friday December the 10th 2003. What? I thought you said Ro was leaving for 18 months. Yeah, well, he was. Here's how this played out. It was Friday, I was at work, David and Jacob try to call me twice to let me know that there is a party going on. I speak with them briefly and assure them that I will be there. As I'm leaving work I call them let them know I'm on the way etc etc. I pull up, park, walk into the house, and explode past the sleeping bag hung up to conserve heat screaming "WHO WANTS TO CHUG A BEER". Which if your reading this and you don't know that refernce "Hi my name is Josh, who the fuck are you?" Anyways, people laugh and I check the kitchen to see who's where and Low and Behold, Ro is sitting at the kitchen table playing spades with Brad, Morgan, and Nathan like nothing had ever happened. I start to think "What the Fuck" and go into Morgan's bedroom to see who all was there. Blah everyone is here at the party (already mentioned people in the kitchen, Candace, Jacob, Tim, Jaimie, Austin (Austin?), Abby, etc etc ad nausem). So I go back into the kitchen to see how/why Will was back in town, and turns out that he left for training, got to Moorehead and was on his way up to New Jersey when his first sargent said "You know what boys, my girl-friend lives in Lexington, KY and I want to see here agian before we go off to war. We're gonna stop there for 2 days, call your wives, girlfriends, families whatever and have them pick you up." So much partying was had, I (apparently) beat my high score (yay) and got stupidly drunk. Played spades, and got to talk with Will agian. a good conversation with plenty of sap in it. Unfortunatley I un-intentionally annoyed him, as did Jacob. What happened was Ro was saying his good-byes, he was leaving to go sleep at his families home so that he could see them agian one more time as well, and Jacob said "Good luck and Be safe", and I quickly chimed in with "Don't be a hero." Well of course everyone has been saying that to him for the past month and he's sick of it (understandably) and said "I know you all mean well, I really do, and I really do appreciate the thoughts, but please PLEASE don't say those things. People say 'be safe', well, that's why we wear kevlar and carry guns. And hell we sorta have to be heros. I appreciate the thought, but we gotta do what we gotta do over there." Which made me feel like an ass, and also made me gain more respect for him. The context of those two sentences had never really sunk in untill he put it like that. He agian gave me a warm send off, grasping my shoulder and touseling my hair. And untill 2 hours later THAT was the last that I saw of Will. Turns out his dad's house was locked. But I got way to drunk before I could talk with him agian, passed out and didn't wake up untill after the was gone.
OK, well, moving on, yup you read that right, the second topic I wanted to talk about was that I found a place to move into, got about 18 hours from doing it, then mom just sorta yanked the leash and guilt tripped me, so I decided agianst it and basically bitched the fuck out (the antithis of "manning up"). Here's how this all worked out. Ro was leaving, which meant a room was opening up, Morgan and Nate had been jockeying for me to fill his spot for months. I started hanging out with them a lot on week nights and decided "hey, fuck it, I'll move in". Was gearing up to do it, scheduled a day off work for it, and was packin up stuff. Mom all the while was like "I wanna see it before you move in, and if I don't like it you wont be moving in there". I of course was always laughingly "how will you stop me, I'm 19, my car is in my name, my insurance is in my name, and I have a good job, what could you do to stop me?" Oh little did I know. She came over and right from the get go was none to pleased. She was given a tour of the house, and the gas situation was explained. Even less pleased. She saw the floors, the walls, the bathroom, and the bedrooms, all the while getting quieter and quieter. We leave and get in the car, she was silent leaving the place and silent in the car, I look at here and say "Well?" "WELL? WELL? WELL where do I begin?" She then rants for 5 mintues about how there is no heat, and how space heater s are a fire hazard (which in her defense, they are) and how if I lived there that alone would give her anxiety every night. Then she went on about the lack of upkeep on the building in general, and was basically just disgusted in general with the place. So, long story short, I called Morgan, told him the bad news, and suggested that they call David to be a roommate. And that ends my short lived idea of finally moving out. :(
0|\/|6 [)|21\/1|\|6 |20>< |\/|`/ |}0><. Alright, for all you NOOBS out there I'll dumb this down for yall 0M6 DR1V1N6 R0X MY B0X. What? you still dont' get it? geese OMG DRIVING ROX MY BOX! There, nuff said.
Alrighty, leaving Lexmark huh. Yeah, I know, I know, I'm bad. I need to find a freaking job and stick with it. What happened is basically a combination of pseudo managers pissing me off, co-workers spying on me, mandatory over time, not getting a raise untill September (SEPTEMBER!), pseudo managers spying on me, and crappy work came together to make me want to quit. Also, the one direct manager there that I like is leaving for 4 months on medical leave, which puts the others in charge. So on the monday before the good manager left I talked with him for a little less than an hour about the above mentioned things and explained that when he comes back that I will almost certainly not be there (I was intending on putting in my two wekes notice the following monday (the thirteenth of December)). He encouraged me to talk with Paul about all the issues that I have. Paul is the main manager of the department, ultimately everyone answers to him, and he's freaking awesome. He's a really cool guy, that does his job well, and emphasizes with his employees. He really is probably the best or second best manager I've ever had. So on Wednesday I go and let Paul know that I need to talk with him, and would prefer it if we could walk around Lexmark while talking (the two pseudo managers that I was going to bitch about primarily have offices across the hall from him). He had to run right then but wanted to get in touch with me the next day. On thursday Paul was really busy all day and couldn't speak with me. If he hadn't spoken with me by the end of business day friday I was going to hand in my two weeks notice (I had re-applied at ACS and they had called me to set up an interview). So on Friday around 3pm he came and found me at my cubicle and we went and walked around lexmark for about 45 mintues. I got to complain to someone that could do somethign about the complaints, and he listened. He also let me know what was already being doen to fix the things that I was bitching about (Barb, one of the managers was having a lot of power stripped from her, they were working on the raises, and the system that we do our stuff on was supposed to be getting better by the end of January as well as 5 new people being hired). He then basically went on to explain that he had been a manager for a long time, and had gone through a couple of different departments where very similar things had happened, similar problems with similar people, etc etc. Basically the long and the short of it is that he basically convinced me to at least wait untill Febuary. But if by Febuary 15th things at Lexmark haven't improved dramatically I will be putting in my two weeks notice and most likely going back to ACS.
OK, I really like meeting new people, and I think that I'm pretty good at it. It's one of the main things that I look forward to about going back to UK. I got to meet a few new people last friday and I'm basically just kinda giving some shout outs. Not sure why but I'm compelled to. Rosco, your a cool guy, I enjoyed hangin out with you, and we should try and do stuff in the future. Paul/Panda, man we gotta teach this kid (kid? he's like 4 years older than me, whatever) how to drink. Don't worry you'll get there lol, just gotta take it slow at first, then I'll teach you how to chug. Dustin/Stylix, you seem like a cool but shy guy, I hope that your job ends up getting better for you. If it doesn't, chuck it. Life's to short to be miserable, don't worry about what's going to look better on the resume all the time, that shit is very important, but so is being happy. Alrighty, shout outs done.
Alrighty, Role Playing Games, the meat of the post *laughs*. 3 things. One Jacob, your exalted game is rockin, I was dissapointed you canceled it on Sunday, but hey I understand. Can't wait for the next sesion. Two: Some of you may or may not know about the Exalted game that I'm planning on running in a few months. If you don't well, now you do. I've bought a LOT (too much) of Exalted stuff and am just itchin to put it to good use. I do hope that I will be able to have read all of my suppliments by the time that I start my game and have a solid solid grip on the setting and the way that different factions interact with each other. I'm also thinking that this will be my last attempt for a long long time at running a RPG. If this one fizzles I think I'm just gonna give up at least for a couple of years. I know I can be a good ST, and I know that I run combat well, and can even develop storylines fairly well, but for whatever reason, I can't seem to get a game to last more than 8 sessions. We'll see coming up in Febuary. BTW for those that missed my messages (David, Morgan, Brad, Jacob, Stefan, Mike, and Shannon) we are going to try and do Chracter creation this coming saturday (the 18th) at my house around 7pm. I'm gonna keep on trying to get in touch with you. If you read this and can't make it or whatever let me know by commenting here or calling my cell. And lastly, the larp. With Ro gone I doubt I'll ever return to shadows of the bluegrass to do anything more than yank Jacob away from the game to go drink or some such. I'm just not "feelin it" and haven't been for a long time. So *shrug* not gonna do somethign with my free time that I don't enjoy, despite the fact that I have so many friends there I just can't get interested in it anymore. I'm really not sure how to explain it past that.
Ok, now all that that Jibber Jabber is out of the way here's what you all have been waiting for...FORTS!!!! Huh? Well, ya see, on this past Saturday (the 11th), myself, Patrick, Bennet, and Aaron Yates, made our way to the Arbys on Limestone and constructed a fort old school style in their dining room. We then ate inside the fort, and just kinda fucked around for an hour. We got mixed reactions from the other diners from "oh my god you guys rock" to "good lord you guys are losers". Yes we do rock, and go fuck yourself. We had a great time and the best part of the whole thing was the priceless look on the manager when she came around the corner. What you wanna see it? Well good thing I was there taking pictures with Patricks' camera phone. And this will count as my cool link of the day. http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/guest/view/thumbnails.do?invite=tEsm2HzfPU5fL5tY8Qlh and http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/guest/view/thumbnails.do?invite=JEDm2hz9PUzqFLsYLhdU
Well, as Mr. Holloway said...wait a minute, clearly he was wrong
Fin
Well, Ro's gone. I think right now he's in Jersey (he'll smell for years) training for his job that he'll have over in Iraq. Unfortunatley I didn't get to see nearly as much of him as I wish that I would have been able to before he left. But I understand, he had to make his rounds to Virginia and Arkansas to see people that he grew up with and such. I'm really not sure how or in what way I can really express how this affected me. But I'll try. Basically, as I've said in earlier posts, I really do support on most levels what we are doing in Iraq. I think it was a nesecary thing that Saddam get removed from power. And I knew that Ro is a soldier, and that soldiers are asked to fight. And I support the way that Ro and his whole Unit are manning the fuck up in a way that most of us will ever have to. They are going somewhere, risking their lives for a cause that many of them may not belive in, because people that they didn't vote for want it to happen. And they are doing it without complaint. They are going into harsh circumstances with blistering heat and numbing cold, irritating sand, and a lack of water, because that is the duty that they have, that is what they signed up for. I felt both intense fear, and intense respect for Ro when I first heard that he was getting called up. And the day has finally come, he's gone, at least for now. That's something that is at least a comforting thought, he WILL be coming back in 18 months.
Now I say that I didn't get to see as much of Will as I would have liked to, which is true, but nontheless I DID get to see him and wish him farewell twice. Twice? Funny story. So Ro got back from Arkansas with something like 36 hours before he was shipping out, we were gonna try and throw a big bang of a going away party, but he still had to pack and move his shit out of his room at North Upper, so there really just wasn't time. However a bunch of people were going to be at the Silver Que (a pool hall that Ro and crew enjoyed) for a sort of last night of hangin out. So I get off work, and go over there to find Ro, Tom, Nathan, John Leigh, and Robert (Ro's brother). I greet everyone and we hang out, play some pool, took a shot (THEN the waitress refused to serve me). Gradually more and more people filter in, Brad, Tim, Jaimie, etc etc. By the time midnight of 12:30 rolls around, I'm pretty ready to go, but at the same time this is the last time I'll get to see Ro. So I don't want to head out yet. Then I see him, Robert, Nathan, and I think Brian at the bar, havin a good time, sorta settling in. Well, can't really do much now, so I walk up to him pat him on the back, give him a handshake over his shoulder and say, "Good luck man, I'll see you in a year and a half" and he basically says bye and I walk out. I get to the door and I start to feel bad, I make it half way to my car and I'm questioning "Can I leave it like that?" I make it into the car and decide that I can't, but I can't just walk right back in either. So I sit there for a minute and think *ding* I forgot to pay will for the table. So I go back in and luckily Will is up from his seat at the bar going to a juke box or some such, he's coming back towards the bar and sees me. I ask him "How much do I owe you for the table", "5 or whatever man, not much", so I quickly pull out my wallet, fish out a five and hand it to him. I then reach out to shake his hand, and I don't know if he caught my eye or what, but his face softened and I told him "Will man, I'm gonna miss you, and I'm already looking forward to you coming back, so don't you dare dissapoint me." He sorta chuckled and responded with "I wont man, and when I come back, you better be in much better shape, and I don't even mean physically, just all around man, jsut get better." And I don't know, but that really did affect me. That he noticed that not everything is allright a lot of the time, and that there are things that I need to improve on, a lot of things, and he cared enough to say them to me. I don't mean to come off as sappy, but I do think that Ro in general has been one of the major influencing people in my life, and part of the reason is things like that. So I definitley thought this was a grate note to leave on, and so promptly I did. Ro left at 5am Saturday, December the 4th 2003 and I didn't get to see him agian until....
Friday December the 10th 2003. What? I thought you said Ro was leaving for 18 months. Yeah, well, he was. Here's how this played out. It was Friday, I was at work, David and Jacob try to call me twice to let me know that there is a party going on. I speak with them briefly and assure them that I will be there. As I'm leaving work I call them let them know I'm on the way etc etc. I pull up, park, walk into the house, and explode past the sleeping bag hung up to conserve heat screaming "WHO WANTS TO CHUG A BEER". Which if your reading this and you don't know that refernce "Hi my name is Josh, who the fuck are you?" Anyways, people laugh and I check the kitchen to see who's where and Low and Behold, Ro is sitting at the kitchen table playing spades with Brad, Morgan, and Nathan like nothing had ever happened. I start to think "What the Fuck" and go into Morgan's bedroom to see who all was there. Blah everyone is here at the party (already mentioned people in the kitchen, Candace, Jacob, Tim, Jaimie, Austin (Austin?), Abby, etc etc ad nausem). So I go back into the kitchen to see how/why Will was back in town, and turns out that he left for training, got to Moorehead and was on his way up to New Jersey when his first sargent said "You know what boys, my girl-friend lives in Lexington, KY and I want to see here agian before we go off to war. We're gonna stop there for 2 days, call your wives, girlfriends, families whatever and have them pick you up." So much partying was had, I (apparently) beat my high score (yay) and got stupidly drunk. Played spades, and got to talk with Will agian. a good conversation with plenty of sap in it. Unfortunatley I un-intentionally annoyed him, as did Jacob. What happened was Ro was saying his good-byes, he was leaving to go sleep at his families home so that he could see them agian one more time as well, and Jacob said "Good luck and Be safe", and I quickly chimed in with "Don't be a hero." Well of course everyone has been saying that to him for the past month and he's sick of it (understandably) and said "I know you all mean well, I really do, and I really do appreciate the thoughts, but please PLEASE don't say those things. People say 'be safe', well, that's why we wear kevlar and carry guns. And hell we sorta have to be heros. I appreciate the thought, but we gotta do what we gotta do over there." Which made me feel like an ass, and also made me gain more respect for him. The context of those two sentences had never really sunk in untill he put it like that. He agian gave me a warm send off, grasping my shoulder and touseling my hair. And untill 2 hours later THAT was the last that I saw of Will. Turns out his dad's house was locked. But I got way to drunk before I could talk with him agian, passed out and didn't wake up untill after the was gone.
OK, well, moving on, yup you read that right, the second topic I wanted to talk about was that I found a place to move into, got about 18 hours from doing it, then mom just sorta yanked the leash and guilt tripped me, so I decided agianst it and basically bitched the fuck out (the antithis of "manning up"). Here's how this all worked out. Ro was leaving, which meant a room was opening up, Morgan and Nate had been jockeying for me to fill his spot for months. I started hanging out with them a lot on week nights and decided "hey, fuck it, I'll move in". Was gearing up to do it, scheduled a day off work for it, and was packin up stuff. Mom all the while was like "I wanna see it before you move in, and if I don't like it you wont be moving in there". I of course was always laughingly "how will you stop me, I'm 19, my car is in my name, my insurance is in my name, and I have a good job, what could you do to stop me?" Oh little did I know. She came over and right from the get go was none to pleased. She was given a tour of the house, and the gas situation was explained. Even less pleased. She saw the floors, the walls, the bathroom, and the bedrooms, all the while getting quieter and quieter. We leave and get in the car, she was silent leaving the place and silent in the car, I look at here and say "Well?" "WELL? WELL? WELL where do I begin?" She then rants for 5 mintues about how there is no heat, and how space heater s are a fire hazard (which in her defense, they are) and how if I lived there that alone would give her anxiety every night. Then she went on about the lack of upkeep on the building in general, and was basically just disgusted in general with the place. So, long story short, I called Morgan, told him the bad news, and suggested that they call David to be a roommate. And that ends my short lived idea of finally moving out. :(
0|\/|6 [)|21\/1|\|6 |20>< |\/|`/ |}0><. Alright, for all you NOOBS out there I'll dumb this down for yall 0M6 DR1V1N6 R0X MY B0X. What? you still dont' get it? geese OMG DRIVING ROX MY BOX! There, nuff said.
Alrighty, leaving Lexmark huh. Yeah, I know, I know, I'm bad. I need to find a freaking job and stick with it. What happened is basically a combination of pseudo managers pissing me off, co-workers spying on me, mandatory over time, not getting a raise untill September (SEPTEMBER!), pseudo managers spying on me, and crappy work came together to make me want to quit. Also, the one direct manager there that I like is leaving for 4 months on medical leave, which puts the others in charge. So on the monday before the good manager left I talked with him for a little less than an hour about the above mentioned things and explained that when he comes back that I will almost certainly not be there (I was intending on putting in my two wekes notice the following monday (the thirteenth of December)). He encouraged me to talk with Paul about all the issues that I have. Paul is the main manager of the department, ultimately everyone answers to him, and he's freaking awesome. He's a really cool guy, that does his job well, and emphasizes with his employees. He really is probably the best or second best manager I've ever had. So on Wednesday I go and let Paul know that I need to talk with him, and would prefer it if we could walk around Lexmark while talking (the two pseudo managers that I was going to bitch about primarily have offices across the hall from him). He had to run right then but wanted to get in touch with me the next day. On thursday Paul was really busy all day and couldn't speak with me. If he hadn't spoken with me by the end of business day friday I was going to hand in my two weeks notice (I had re-applied at ACS and they had called me to set up an interview). So on Friday around 3pm he came and found me at my cubicle and we went and walked around lexmark for about 45 mintues. I got to complain to someone that could do somethign about the complaints, and he listened. He also let me know what was already being doen to fix the things that I was bitching about (Barb, one of the managers was having a lot of power stripped from her, they were working on the raises, and the system that we do our stuff on was supposed to be getting better by the end of January as well as 5 new people being hired). He then basically went on to explain that he had been a manager for a long time, and had gone through a couple of different departments where very similar things had happened, similar problems with similar people, etc etc. Basically the long and the short of it is that he basically convinced me to at least wait untill Febuary. But if by Febuary 15th things at Lexmark haven't improved dramatically I will be putting in my two weeks notice and most likely going back to ACS.
OK, I really like meeting new people, and I think that I'm pretty good at it. It's one of the main things that I look forward to about going back to UK. I got to meet a few new people last friday and I'm basically just kinda giving some shout outs. Not sure why but I'm compelled to. Rosco, your a cool guy, I enjoyed hangin out with you, and we should try and do stuff in the future. Paul/Panda, man we gotta teach this kid (kid? he's like 4 years older than me, whatever) how to drink. Don't worry you'll get there lol, just gotta take it slow at first, then I'll teach you how to chug. Dustin/Stylix, you seem like a cool but shy guy, I hope that your job ends up getting better for you. If it doesn't, chuck it. Life's to short to be miserable, don't worry about what's going to look better on the resume all the time, that shit is very important, but so is being happy. Alrighty, shout outs done.
Alrighty, Role Playing Games, the meat of the post *laughs*. 3 things. One Jacob, your exalted game is rockin, I was dissapointed you canceled it on Sunday, but hey I understand. Can't wait for the next sesion. Two: Some of you may or may not know about the Exalted game that I'm planning on running in a few months. If you don't well, now you do. I've bought a LOT (too much) of Exalted stuff and am just itchin to put it to good use. I do hope that I will be able to have read all of my suppliments by the time that I start my game and have a solid solid grip on the setting and the way that different factions interact with each other. I'm also thinking that this will be my last attempt for a long long time at running a RPG. If this one fizzles I think I'm just gonna give up at least for a couple of years. I know I can be a good ST, and I know that I run combat well, and can even develop storylines fairly well, but for whatever reason, I can't seem to get a game to last more than 8 sessions. We'll see coming up in Febuary. BTW for those that missed my messages (David, Morgan, Brad, Jacob, Stefan, Mike, and Shannon) we are going to try and do Chracter creation this coming saturday (the 18th) at my house around 7pm. I'm gonna keep on trying to get in touch with you. If you read this and can't make it or whatever let me know by commenting here or calling my cell. And lastly, the larp. With Ro gone I doubt I'll ever return to shadows of the bluegrass to do anything more than yank Jacob away from the game to go drink or some such. I'm just not "feelin it" and haven't been for a long time. So *shrug* not gonna do somethign with my free time that I don't enjoy, despite the fact that I have so many friends there I just can't get interested in it anymore. I'm really not sure how to explain it past that.
Ok, now all that that Jibber Jabber is out of the way here's what you all have been waiting for...FORTS!!!! Huh? Well, ya see, on this past Saturday (the 11th), myself, Patrick, Bennet, and Aaron Yates, made our way to the Arbys on Limestone and constructed a fort old school style in their dining room. We then ate inside the fort, and just kinda fucked around for an hour. We got mixed reactions from the other diners from "oh my god you guys rock" to "good lord you guys are losers". Yes we do rock, and go fuck yourself. We had a great time and the best part of the whole thing was the priceless look on the manager when she came around the corner. What you wanna see it? Well good thing I was there taking pictures with Patricks' camera phone. And this will count as my cool link of the day. http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/guest/view/thumbnails.do?invite=tEsm2HzfPU5fL5tY8Qlh and http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/guest/view/thumbnails.do?invite=JEDm2hz9PUzqFLsYLhdU
Well, as Mr. Holloway said...wait a minute, clearly he was wrong
Fin