Garbushi

I'm heading out of town today. I'm gonna go visit a good friend of mine and engage him in mortal combat. I am Garbushi and he is Fried Rice. We will then arm ourselves to the gills with plastic balls of paint and reign terror on an unsespecting private university. The point is, one of us is going to die before the weekend is out. I have three goals this weekend: to obtain a strange girl's phone number and never call her again, eat at three different Taco Bells in three different towns, and to convince some person that I am Irish. It will be a blast.

I tried to go to my PED class today, which I have missed for the past three weeks because of my broken hand. I say I tried because I put on my goofy gym shorts and craptacular Nikes and hiked to Trask, only to find out that class was cancelled. Try that for a little dose of the irony.

This will be a short post. I have nothing interesting to say yet, because nothing interesting has happened. I will post on Monday when I return from the mountains, hopefully with lots of interesting and intreguing (sp?) thing to talk about.

Until Monday, flip this around in your head: Would the simple fact that you could put all sorts of things on them make living 20' from train tracks worth it?