welcome to my lair, bitches.
as we all know, i am a huge fan of law enforcement, HUGE. but really, this made me chuckle a great deal. instead of taking the money they collect from court fees and citations they write and spending it on something worthwhile (ex. education), they make sure they have nice uniforms. yes, uniforms. if i'm lying, i'm dying. please read the following article...
http://www.thetimesnews.com/news/NewsWrapper.php?StoryFileName=news-2.html
continuing on, last evening, we had dinner with the kinko's people...or so i thought. my mom's friend maggie lives in santa barbara, ca and she's really good friends with the guy who founded kinko's = super rich guy. we thought that the kinko's people were here because their son craig was going to duke so we all went out and had a nice little dinner at george's garage...but later find out they aren't the kinko's people but just other friends of maggie's (no worries...they are still super rich and told me i could come stay with them at any time...maybe they will take me shopping...hmmm) who still have a son that is going to duke so no harm was done (except i was embarrassed because we didn't know who the hell the people were).
xc meet today at graham. i hate running cross country. i got 12th though and 3rd out of the girls that i'll be running against in our conference so i did okay, i guess. and i saw ashley and justin r. and cara, jan, and dana came to watch. earlier in the day, me and vicki were in c building getting water and this boy ran by and vicki said "hey buddy, keep running like that, you'll go far in life." and the boy says "hey, how did you know my name?" the frikken kid's name was buddy. seriously. it was a very weird moment because we didn't really know his name...oh well, whatever, nevermind.
in closing, with a deep thought: Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink, I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, 'It is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than to be selfish and worry about my liver.' --Jack Handey