Lair of the Hoodedcarrot

Could it be? Once again?
Stay tuned, to find out.

Well, I still havn’t done much this summer. But that will be changing soon. Football workouts start tomorrow, and by the end of this weak I’ll be in Canada catching 50 pound salmon. As of now, the only thing I’ve done is play poker, at which I have thrown $140 in the last weak alone. However, i find solace in knowing that no matter how boring and dull my life gets, it’s still infinatly more amusing than the daily grind those in the know call ’school’.

I did manage to finally get out there and buy ‘Stadium Arcadium’, the hit new album from Red Hot Chili Peppers. I’m actaully a little dissapointed. Although Dani California gets a little better every time I hear it, the rest of the CD (actually, 2 CD’s) just isn’t up to ‘Californication’ standards. However, I also bought some CD’s that were excellent buys. ‘International Superhits’ by Green Day is a fantastic compilation of Green Day’s hits. Also Paul Oakenfold’s ‘A Lively Mind’ is just plain good music, if you enjoy electronic-music. I recommend it to anyone who even thinks they might like it.

Take It Easy

Well, much has happened since that last post, including the stunning conclusion to the story I left you with. Unfortunatley, I lack motivation even to press the series of keys to finish that story.

Since then I’ve been to a baseball game, in Keila’a ricockulous seats. Can you say ‘Champion’s Club’? Good for you. Really.

Since then I’ve also taken 5 exams, and did well enough of the 3 of them that didn’t matter, while getting shaky grades on the 2 that did. Unfortunately, I won’t know those numbers for weeks to come.

But, in much more important news: It’s summer. Not just an average summer, no, this is junior-to-senior summer. ‘What does that mean?’ you ask? Well, simply put, a summer that usually lasts 3 months instead lasts 15. I like it. Alot.

Unfortunatley with the coming of summer comes more depressing news: I once again realized how little of a life I have. I really have no idea what i am going to do over the summer. I don’t have any obligations to fulfill or passions to follow, which leaves me with a lot of freetime. Don’t get me wrong, I love freetime like a fat kid loves cake, but I need something to do. I’ll find something. Asides from poker, of course. Which robbed me of 60 of my easy-earned money today.

Oh well, Hakuna Matata.

Well, today was actaully pretty eventfull. First off, me, Chris, and Yutaro went to Goombah’s pizza in Birmingham for lunch. Finding a parking spot was an adventure in itself. After 20 or so minutes of driving, most of that time spent browsing a full parking structure, i finally gave up and parallel parked for the first time. Not too traumatic, yet till a blow to my stuborn nature. After we found a spot to park we made our way to Goombah’s. Now, as we were waiting for our large sicilian pizza (featuring garlic, sausage, onions, and a tour of the meth lab in the back) the waiter from Pita Cafe comes in. Me and chris know this guy from our weekly shwarma outings. We exchanged super-secret-little-bit-awkward handshakes with him, then inquired as to why he wasn’t eating a delicious shwarma from his own resturant. This was met with a rousing hail of “Fuck Pita Cafe! Fuck Chicken Shwarmas! It’s a Shithole!”, which was then parried with uproarious laughter from yutaro and chris and I.

After school was a worldclass poker game, which allowed me to return with nearly $170 more then i left with, but not before the shinanigans. You see, halfway through the poker game, i get this brilliant idea that we should go to Hooters to watch the Pistons game. Great idea right? Right? Wrong.

You see, on our way to Hooters, Jason had the great idea to, well, look at some ethnic guy in the car next to us. Now, Jason is known for attracting the wrath of people not the same skin-color as him, it’s just what he does. And this case was no different. The guy looked back, to which Jason simply shrugged. Or so it would seem. Apparently, some of Jason’s actions seemed threatening or disrespectfull, and this guy proceded to get in my lane right behind me and begin to follow me. Fortunatly i was able to cut him off with a handy yellow light shortly there after. But alas, he would not be so easily fooled. He quickly caught up with us turning into Fountain Walk, and proceded to stalk us around the parking lot for a while. So, using my car’s abilities for good (a first!), i gunned it around the corner and parked between two cars as fast as i could. My quick thinking and even quicker car lost him. Crisis averted.

Stay tuned for the thrilling conclusion of, “Keila, Gooch and Nate’s quest for eats.”

Today was the final awards assembly for the year, and, for the first time, it meant more to me than a simply 2 hour waste of time. No, this years assembely was much more meaningful. Not because of the awards, but simply because….i am a senior.

Thats right, with the class of ‘06 now officially done with school (except for that pesky graduation garbage), I am a senior.

I like the sound of it, i really do.

Reaffirming this idea were the yearbooks handed out today. The yearbooks weren’t really anything special, but it did get me thinking strange thoughts like “what is my senior quote going to be?”, and “I wonder if the airbrushed those photos?”.

Also, for anyone who cares to look closely enough, in the picture of all the seniors on the field, you know, the fold out one, im pretty sure Joey Dawson is flicking off the camera, i just cant tell what they photoshopped over his hand. Kinda looks like a ski-pole. He’s in the back of the picture for anyone who wants to investigate further.

Until next time, ‘Oh-seven!’