Amendments

Tiwan finally came to live at the Round House and I'm so glad he did. I may still be the eldest of them, but he's not too far behind me.

Basically he's comming in, cleaning up, and making a list of what we need to get done. And yet he does it all in a good way. So, let it be known that I'm now excited to make it back to my aparment and to invite guests and anything else that might wander in. ;)

Some Other Beginning's End

I'm home again.

There's something about being in that place that you've hung your heart even after all the changes that it might have gone through.

Already I know that this year at the Round House will be different. I'm more confident and already know the people, and my roommates are . . . different.

Deficit actually lived in my house while I was away at Anderson for the summer, and boy did he LIVE in it. Now it's becoming a matter of getting him to move out of it at least enough that we can come in. I'm slowly forcing my way in and hope that eventually he'll get back in his corner and keep most of his dirty laundry there with him.

Gold is young and apparently at that stage where he knows everything . . . I hope that he'll forget it quickly so that he doesn't scare all the girls away from my beloved abode.

As for Late Boy, well, he still isn't here so I really don't have much to go on . . . besides the message he left on my phone asking about how good of an idea it would be to bring a bunk-bed.

Looking over my current situation it's becoming quite clear to me that I'll be the patriarch of the group and can only pray that they'll respect that when I tell them something about how it might work best.

No matter what happens at least I've got a number of friends that I can retreat to in a time of need.

You Can't PLAN an Adventure!

I don't ever recall being of any interest to a helicopter before. The only spotlight I've ever really had to deal with was a super-powered flashlight during midnight games of capture the flag.

So when I had to deal with a helicopter shining a spotlight down on me it was safe to say that it was a new experience . . . though I don't think the pilot much appreciated my friends and me staring up at them laughing uncontrollably . . . maybe that's why they came around for a second time, just to get on our nerves.

Before the cops arrived to pull take us away we decided that it would probably be a good idea to leave and find better, more quiet and secluded campgrounds. We found a parking lot.

Now parking lots actually tend to have everything you're looking for in a place to sleep: flat ground, it's away from all the little rodents and most crawly things, and no branches to block your view of the stars. However, parking lots also have things you're NOT looking for in a place to sleep: Most importantly (and the only thing that is actually going to be put on this list,) is vehicles. Coming into coherence by the sound of an engine isn't too bad, till you open your eyes and the only thing you can identify are the tire treads of the truck that really is TRYING to avoid running you over while turning it's trailer around.

After this most recent experience I've come to accept that four college boys, a four-door car, a tarp and some sleeping bags leaves no limits to what can happen . . .

Lions, and Tigers, and Bears! Oh my!

"Look. I'm not about to tell you this book has a tragic ending. I already said in the very first line how it was my favorite in all the world. But there's a lot of bad stuff coming up, totture you've already been prepared for, but there's worse. There's death coming up, and you better understand this: some of the wrong people die. Be ready for it. This isn't Curious George Uses the Potty. Nobody warned me and it was my own fault and that was my mistake, so I'm not letting it happen to you. The wrong people die, some of them, and the reason is this: life is not fair. Forget all the garbage youre parents put out. Remember Morgenstern. You'll be a lot happier."

- William Goldman's abridgment of S. Morgenster's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure, "The Princess Bride" pg. 188