July 2004


Yeah, so my computer sold within 6 hours of posting it on eBay, at the same price I was asking through the EMU e-classifieds. Sorry to all of those who said they were “interested”.

yeah, so I’m selling my mac. give me a shout if you’re interested. plans are to buy an ibook with the money. peace.

people will be telling this story to their grandchildren’s cousin’s aunt’s parent’s…

So I met Michael Yoder, Mark Horst, and Jon Leichty at Taco Bell wednesday for lunch. I had downed my share of beans, and so had my compadres, as our discussion of our jobs (and maybe the beans, too) filled the air with a thin distaste. Mark got up to refill his drink, and I obliged him to refill mine. he returned, leaving the now full small Pepsi at my front. next thing I know, the drink is attacking me. it is literally splashing itself, attempting to avenge the death of many of his pepsi brothers and sisters, I guess. I slid down the bench hastily, escaping the clutches of this, now possessed, soda. I had been splashed on the knee, and I attended the war wound in agony, my life flashing before my eyes. after we all calmed down, checked our underwear for any mishaps, we looked up. apparently the roof decided to start leaking… directly into my cup, giving the illusion that it was attacking me. what are the chances of that, the roof leaking into my small drink, on a sunny day. maybe it wasn’t an illusion, after all. dun dun dun….

in other news, I’ve reclaimed my love for reading, and among a couple Lance Armstrong books I’ve read in the past week or so, I read A Walk In the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail by Bill Bryson. Bryson’s probably one of the best story tellers ever, and I laughed more than I ever have reading a book. d. bonhoeffer, t. merton, r. ludlum, and amy chua are currently beckoning me with their pages. peace.