It was Kensy's birthday, so I took her and Molly and Heather to eat out at the Blue Orchid. We all got different dishes, so then we could sample a variety of Thai food...it was delicioso!
Then we went to Coldstone, but I didn't eat any ice cream because I am trying to cut back on the sugar.
On the way back to the car, we saw this guy throw up on the sidewalk. It was crazy. Then he kept walking like nothing had happened, lighting up a cigarette.
There was a guy in a blue shirt who was sort of freaky, and stared at us.
Then we saw Dr. Cypert walking around with two people, probably his wife and this other guy that works at Wesleyan. I didn't see them until we were right along side them, and when I looked back, it was too late to exchange pleasantries.
Now I am sitting here.
Now I am going to do something.
September 21, 2007
September 19, 2007
Wow! More Events!
After swimming, D'Leons seemed like the right thing to do, so Lisa, Tim, and I went there. I was feeling pretty generous, as I have been for the past two weeks, so I bought them food. It was a good time.
Then, to the grocery store. Marcus was working there. I took forever going through the store and spent forty bucks. That is more than I wanted to pay, but I got some good stuff.
Then, driving around town. Lisa and I drove up there and then left, and then stopped so I could get the nuts and candy from trunk, and Lisa her cds, and then we followed a car for a while but we lost them.
Then we were on the UNL campus and I engraved a picture of a dude running on the stone bench. it was an ancient tree that obstructed your view from the bench. There were nasty piles of goo on the bench.
There was a strange net sculpture, but the ladder was locked up in there so we couldn't climb up.
Then some more driving.
At Touzalin Avenue and Benton Street, there were about fourteen cop cars and a white van. "The SWAT Team!" Lisa exclaimed. I wanted to investigate, but she was driving. We didn't get up close.
But then I was thirsty. "I am thirsty," is what I said. So we tried to go to Casey's, but it was closed, as was the Kabrelo's. So, we went back close to where the SWAT team was and bought some drinks at the gas station.
I told Lisa that it would suck to die, but I could deal with it.
She said I should avoid an occupation where death could get me.
Then back at my apartment I put away the groceries. The yogurt and vegetables were warm. They are not supposed to be. The cookies were sort of gross, as was the chocolate. I see why they only cost a dollar.
Then a few games of speed. It was out of control. It was a frenzy. Then it was 2 o'clock already, so Lisa left. She has class at nine.
I work at ten, so I figured I still had an hour left to do something. I played guitar. Last Thursday I purchased a new guitar, an Epiphone Dot, which is a hollow-body electric that looks sort of like BB King's guitar. I am a jazz and blues man. I plan to take lessons.
Then I wrote this entry. I thought you would care to know how my life is going.
My life is going fine. I am enjoying myself. I don't do homework often, but everything else is falling into place.
Then, to the grocery store. Marcus was working there. I took forever going through the store and spent forty bucks. That is more than I wanted to pay, but I got some good stuff.
Then, driving around town. Lisa and I drove up there and then left, and then stopped so I could get the nuts and candy from trunk, and Lisa her cds, and then we followed a car for a while but we lost them.
Then we were on the UNL campus and I engraved a picture of a dude running on the stone bench. it was an ancient tree that obstructed your view from the bench. There were nasty piles of goo on the bench.
There was a strange net sculpture, but the ladder was locked up in there so we couldn't climb up.
Then some more driving.
At Touzalin Avenue and Benton Street, there were about fourteen cop cars and a white van. "The SWAT Team!" Lisa exclaimed. I wanted to investigate, but she was driving. We didn't get up close.
But then I was thirsty. "I am thirsty," is what I said. So we tried to go to Casey's, but it was closed, as was the Kabrelo's. So, we went back close to where the SWAT team was and bought some drinks at the gas station.
I told Lisa that it would suck to die, but I could deal with it.
She said I should avoid an occupation where death could get me.
Then back at my apartment I put away the groceries. The yogurt and vegetables were warm. They are not supposed to be. The cookies were sort of gross, as was the chocolate. I see why they only cost a dollar.
Then a few games of speed. It was out of control. It was a frenzy. Then it was 2 o'clock already, so Lisa left. She has class at nine.
I work at ten, so I figured I still had an hour left to do something. I played guitar. Last Thursday I purchased a new guitar, an Epiphone Dot, which is a hollow-body electric that looks sort of like BB King's guitar. I am a jazz and blues man. I plan to take lessons.
Then I wrote this entry. I thought you would care to know how my life is going.
My life is going fine. I am enjoying myself. I don't do homework often, but everything else is falling into place.
September 18, 2007
Depressing Events at The Fish Store
I went to The Fish Store today to buy a nice fish or two. I always wanted to have a bunch of those guys swimming around in a tank.
The first fish I looked at was a sort of eel-like creature. It had dots on it. I think it was called "Peacock Eel." It was an amazing fish.
Then I noticed that its lack of movement was not from being in a state of rest, but because it was dying. It was floating around in the corner of the aquarium, his little gills beating furiously. The poor thing was hyperventilating.
Out of nowhere, these little black and orange shark things come and start to bite at the Peacock Eel. The eel writhed around, trying to whip its body away from the horrible shark things. More and more little black and orange shark things gathered around the magnificent Peacock Eel. They forced it to the bottom of the aquarium and bit at the poor little eel.
The Peacock Eel died. I saw it twitch for the last time.
It was a depressing event.
The first fish I looked at was a sort of eel-like creature. It had dots on it. I think it was called "Peacock Eel." It was an amazing fish.
Then I noticed that its lack of movement was not from being in a state of rest, but because it was dying. It was floating around in the corner of the aquarium, his little gills beating furiously. The poor thing was hyperventilating.
Out of nowhere, these little black and orange shark things come and start to bite at the Peacock Eel. The eel writhed around, trying to whip its body away from the horrible shark things. More and more little black and orange shark things gathered around the magnificent Peacock Eel. They forced it to the bottom of the aquarium and bit at the poor little eel.
The Peacock Eel died. I saw it twitch for the last time.
It was a depressing event.
September 06, 2007
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