Its so hot...milk was a bad choice

Man its so stinking hot here! i have been building a wooden bridge for the past three days and it is hot. i change shirts like three times a day right now, its getting ridiculous. in case your wondering, yes i am building a bridge and it is awesome. i am like the guy of that one movie, Ghost and the Darkness, i am building a freaking wooden bridge across a small body of water and yes it is awesome. really its for some handicapped dude that needs it.

so i came to the conclusion last week that i would never blog again unless i actually had something important to say. well tonite i got home and couldnt sleep so i will be rambling from here on out. lil' megan goes home in just two short days, thats to bad, we could have been great together. now i guess our love will have to stand the test of her being all the way across the nation, into "God's Country." nashville just wont be the same without her. and plus we have to miss our "special" friends.

im thinking i want to buy a boat or a motorcycle, but im not sure which. it all pretty much depends on which one i find a great deal on first. i need to find an old divorced bitter women who wants to get revenge on her X and is going to sell all his cool toys for like a dollar, that would be great.

i'm going to see my grandmother tommorrow, so i have to get excited about the space shuttle launch, it makes my chances at NASA look alot better if it seems like i care about what happens at my future place of employment. i have recently discovered that my grandmother is a car junkie. nothing makes her happier than to ride around old places in nashville that she used to have some part of. so now thats what we do after i get done mowing i push her up into my truck and we go for a ride, but we have to keep the windows up because it would mess up her old woman hair cut if we put them down.

i move into my apartment soon, so if you want to come over theres plenty of room, if not then maybe ill see you around. holla

If your success is not on your own terms, if it looks good to the world but does not feel good in your heart, it is not success at all.
Anna Quindlen

The trip may be over, but I can still taste the chocalate and grilled cheese

Well lets just go ahead and break down the last two weeks. Day camp was two weeks ago Sunday, thats always fun because me and holmes get to stay at camp and do whatever we want at night. That was going real good until "we," mostly me, took holmes' phone and sent text messages to his ex-girl turned stalker, who is good friends with my ex-girl who is now turning into a stalker, ironic right. His stalker, we will call Kay-bo, proceeds to bring my stalker, we will call Bluebird, into the the whole scene. They proceed to drive all the way to camp and then call us and ask us what we are doing. We happened to be at the drive-in movie with two other girls, so obviously we had to lie, we told them we were in another town eating, kay-bo asked what what were driving because unknown to me at that time the stalkerazzi were starring at both of our vehicles that were sitting at camp. Well to make a long story short, they all hate me now, and i am so happy b/c that means i might just get some relief from all of it.

So thursday morning i wake up and drive to nashville at 4 am and proceed to get a ticket on the interstate for alot of money. good start to a very good road trip. I had a great time with megan, jt (whom if we were both gay, according to megan, would make a lovely couple), hannah, anna, and everyone else in the greater fenton area. We went to ohio, which could be the worst smelling state in the nation (even though its "God's Country" or "the heart of america") it smelled a little like the doughnut farts from Nick. But if ohio does have one thing going for it, that would be the theme parks, they are great! Cedar point was amazing i had a great time, except for that darn smell that just radiated through the grass....uhh. Oh yeah they got the Reds to, they are ok i guess, if you like the baseball.

Camp week three is now over and my balls are still fully intact! Nothing really exciting happened except that i got in a nice little yelling match with a lifeguard at the pool because he claimed i "took three basketballs and punted them over the fence" well that was just ridiculous because a basketball is not a soccer ball, you dont kick it, thats stupid. So the next night camp goes back to the pool and the lifeguards tell us that there are no basketballs left b/c someone stole them, keep in mind that i am very good friends with two of them and kinda close to the other, well i decide im going to go look in the pit and see for myself, well sure enough there were two basketballs well placed behing a float. That sent me into a nice little rage and i think i called them a bunch of "unethical bastards" and then told them "i hope hell has a pool so they will have something to do down there." I think i will take a dump in the pool next week, yeah that will show them!!

And also during the week the Arnold Palmer food deliverer, who looks amazingly similar to Jay Leno, told us about the bombings in London. That was kinda shocking because i have been to most of the places that were hit, kinda makes you think about some stuff, i dont know what stuff though.

Teen week starts tommorrow and then its back to the real world i guess. Teen week is the best week of camp ever so it will be good. thats all i got, guess i will go eat some corn, gotta get ready for the pool. Well cya later

London's Mayor Ken Livingstone said some good words:This is not an attack against the rich and powerful. It is not an attack on the politicians, but on the common working people of London. We have seen that you [the terrorists] are not afraid to take your own lives but what you did is just mass murder. I can tell you now that you will fail in your long-term objectives to destroy our free society. In the days that follow, look at our airports and seaports, and even after your cowardly attacks, you will still see people from around the world coming to London to achieve their dreams.