Ah, quoi de nouveau all y'all? I've been having an interesting time, to say the least. Rock climbing, sleeping, hauling around TVs, sleeping, making pancakes, sleeping, taking history notes, etcetera etcetera... and, y'know, that really doesn't sound that interesting once I type it. Oh poo.

Well, let's see. As to not totally bore the greater population of readers, I shall start with the amusing story of Planet Granite, which is, for all you who don't know, an indoor climbing gym. I went with Jessica, Elizabeth, and Jason, although Jason had his own special ride that kept him from traveling with the likes of us. Anyway, Jessica, Elizabeth, and I got there and went up to pay the climbing fee and all of a sudden I realize - hey, I don't have my rock climbing stuff. I apparently realized this out loud so I had quite a few people turn and stare at me. But anyway, I decided I could just rent stuff and went up to the counter but... apparently, they purge people from their database if they haven't climbed for, well, three years or so. And you need a signed waiver to get back in. Telling you how I got a signed waiver and copy of a driver's licence would be a story in its own, so I won't. But after a while, I rented a harness, shoes, and paid the fee, and went into the lockerroom. Only to discover a guy making out with another guy that was wearing naught but a towel... which made it rather... diconcerting to change. But I eventually toted everything away in a locker and met us with Elizabeth and Jessica outside who had actually just seen Jason and were sort of eyeing him from afar, but only because he'd walked in with a Mills teacher (who he later embarassedly admitted was his mother). She was kinda scary. After that lovely little encounter, though, pretty much all we did was climb, which is by no means a very interesting recountance, as no one was in mortal peril or anything. Jessica and Elizabeth had to leave early, though, so it was just Jason and I when we left. We were going to take the bus together, but, unfortunately, his mom told him he had to be picked up since seven o'clock is apparently really late all of a sudden. I waited with him for a while, then went over the the bus stop. A record three car accidents happened in the 45 minute-ish period I was sitting at that infernal stop, which was pretty cool. There was a turn lane that didn't continue on the other side of a three way intersection and a whole bunch of people that didn't realize it, each of whom had to merge into the other lane really quickly and another car, accordingly. But the bus coming is pretty much the end of my story, which I suppose was rather boring. I should really talk about the really hobo-looking guy on the bus, but I don't really feel like continuing this.

Later, DS

Categories: life [t], hobos [t]

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