Well, a had a Close Encounter of the Third Kind today:
(First Kind = good encounter. Second Kind = Bad encounter. Third Kind = Okay encounter that was almost Bad.)

Today I was over at the park that I live right next to throwing my frisbee around, like I have the past few days. And, like the last few days, I took my shirt off (a red shirt that said "Boy Scouts) to get some sun. I set my shirt on a bench at the edge of the big field.

Well, as I was throwing my frisbee around, I noticed 3 kids (2 ditzy girls, and one boy that looked like a football defenseman) come and sit down at the bench, look at my shirt, pick my shirt up, and toss my shirt on the ground behind them. I hoped that they would leave before I had to, no such luck. The conversation I had with them as I walked past them towards my house and picked up my shirt off the ground went something like this:

*Note: Small kid with no shirt on = TARGET*

*I bend down to pick up my shirt*
Ditzy Girl #1: Dude, you shoulda p***ed on that shirt.
Football Boy: Hey, leave that shirt here, I wanna p*** on it.
Me: Sorry, I need it.
Football Boy: I need it more. I need to p*** on it.
Me: Sorry
Football Boy: No, I swear; Scouts Honor, I'm gonna p*** on it.
Me: Well, I would, but it's my only shirt.
Ditzy Girl #2: Oh my God, that's the only shirt you have? Are you poor?
Me: Ya, I'm poor.
Ditzy Girl #1: Do you live in that trailer? *pointing to an RV parked on our street*
Me: I wish I lived in something that nice.
Ditzy Girl #2: Hey, if you're poor, how did you get that frisbee?
Me: Someone gave it to me.

Then I started walking away, and they said something that was obviously hilarious, because I didn't quite hear them, and when I said "What?", they started laughing their heads off.

Some people in this world are morons.

--Ian

Quote of the Post: "When a ball dreams, it dreams that it's a Frisbee."

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--Ian

A victory in the fight for freedom!!!!!!!

Well, just incase you don't know, my mom is just a teensy bit over-protective

Well last night, she finally agreed to let me ride my bike the 3 miles to Midwest Mountaineering to go bouldering. Hallelujah!!

Maybe now I'll start being able to actually go places on my own.

Last night, I was making arguments about why I should be able to go, and I brought up the dangers of biking in comparison to other things. I started talking about how I thought it was funny that my mom wasn't concerned about me falling and breaking my neck while I was bouldering, and that buldering is probably just as dangerous as biking.
The funny thing is while I was talking about how dangerous things could be, my dad was standing behind my mom making motions with his arms for me to stop, like: "This is not making her feel better!!!"

But, at the end of a 15-minute session in a off-and-on disscussion that's been going on seriously since last summer, she said that it was okay for me to ride to Midwest, although the "Okay" was more like "O.... ka.... ... ...y... ...."

I'll let you know if I die on the ride over there. I'll be going in a few hours

--Ian

Quotes of the Post: "Grown don't mean nothing to a mother.  A child is a child.  They get bigger, older, but grown?  What's that suppose to mean?  In my heart it don't mean a thing.  ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987"

"Sweater, n.:  garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.  ~Ambrose Bierce"

Currently Listening Bone-A-Fide By T-Bone Shake Ya Body see related

Sorry for the lack of postage. I had an... interesting weekend.

On Saturday we had some people come over for grilled ribs. That was pretty fun.
Then yesterday my mom and I were scheduled to work from 5-8 PM, but we ended up being there until 9:30

My things planned on the weekends for the last 5 weekends, at least. I want a free weekend
Of course, if I had one, I would probably just plan something anyway

Although my... interesting weekend, was balanced by the fact that Tristan and Tom came over to my house, and we played X-Box and computer all day

Anyway, Gotta go, I'll hopefully post more tomorrow. And for those of you wondering when more story is coming, I really am not sure. I'm in a slough.

--Ian

Quote of the post: *Lt. Col Hal Moore, praying for protection as he and his company leave for battle* "...and Lord, please ignore the heathen prayers of our enemies, and help us to blow those bastards straight to hell." --We Were Soldiers

Currently Gaming Battlefield 2 By Electronic Arts see related

I took some pictures of things, and I thought I'd upload them. I'm being a copycat of Nathan

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I really love the photo-taking opportunities and flavor that black-and-white gives, pictures just look so much better in black-and-white. An example:

See? Doesn't the black-and-white version just look so much nicer?

--Ian

Quoteof the Post: "A picture is worth a thousand words."