Lair of the Hoodedcarrot

So today, i was out driving. I was getting some dog food and such and such, it wasn’t a long trip. So , i get there, right, and like omigod, eveyrthing went smoothly. I get in my car and begin to drive home. Nothing out of the ordinary. I decide to step on the gas and let my WRX stretch its legs out a bit. So im going bout 60 when i come over this hill and BAM! the minute i get to the top of that hill my radar detector goes crazy and there is a cop in the other lane. I nearly jump on the brake, until im going bout 40, hoping he didn’t see me, and i don’t think he did. Then, maybe it was just my imagination, but i thought he was slowing down. Nah, he couldn’t be. But then BAM! i look in my rearview mirror and he is pulling a U-turn, so now he’s im my lane. He flicks on his lights, and im thinking, alright, something happened and he is just turning around to respond to an emergency. So i pull off to the side of the road to let him pass. But no, he follows me to the side of the road. Now i am out of ideas for any other thing possible other than me getting pulled over. And i was. So, he asks why i was going so fast, and i say “for fun”. He takes my license and registration and proof-of-insurence back into his squad-car and ‘runs my license plate’. He comes back, tells me that I would owe him bout 400 dollars and get 2 points on my license if this wasn’t my first offense. So i get home, tell my mom what happened (better to hear it from me than the insurence company), and she doesn’t act too mad. She calls my dad, tells him the news, and laughs. Apparently, The officer saw the adress on my license plate, knew some of my neighbors and called them. They (the neighbors) gave the officer my dads phone number and so the Officer called him. All the while i was sitting patiently in my car listening to Electric Six thinking he was ‘running my license plate’. So apparently he thought my dad would punish me enough, and so thats why i got off with a Warning.

State of Michigan: 1
Nate Wilkie: 0

You can steal my mashed potatoes, but you can never break my spirit!

Nate Wilkie: Class-clown, Computer Adict…..Goaltender?!??

Yes that is right, i am now a goaltender. Not to be confused with a chickentender, i am much, much tastier than a chickentender. Last night i survived my first game ‘between the pipes’. My team (called the roadrunners, i believe), composed of Keila, Rohit, A few other kids our age, and 3 20 or 30 year olds, got our first ass whooping last night, 10-3. Yes, i let in 10 goals, but hey, i’ve never done this before, give me a break. What is more important is that i didn’t let in the other 24 shots. And, while i was able to authenctically replicate the DCDS hockey experience, i still had fun.
Next game is next wendsday (July 27th) @ 10:20 PM @ The JCC on Drake and Maple. YOu know you want to be there. It’s the cool thing to do. I promise. Loser.

So today, i was out washing my car — something i do fairly frequently — when i caught a glimpse of something odd in the refletion on the driver-side window. At first i couldnt identify it, it was, a light beige colo(u)r, and, roughly the length of my forearm. What was even starnger was it seemed to by attached to my upper arm. I instantly recoiled, swatting at it as if it was some sort of bug, but when i regained my composure i couldnt see it on me. I was aghast to realize, this was no Alien that crawled out of the tailpipe of my car, and was going to suck the sweet, delicious juices out of me, starting with my arm. No, it was something far worse.

A muscle.

You see, becasue of the outrages summer temperatures, i wasn’t wearing a shirt — something i do fairly frequently. And, as a result of me going to lifetime fitness 5 out of the past 5 days (not including today), i seem to be, well, fit. It seems i have my not-really-a-goal-of-mine-but-since-its-well-on-its-way-to-being-completed-i-can-pretend-it-was-a-goal-and-such-seem-like-a-motivated-individual goal of getting in shape is now covered like a jimmy hat. But, to paraphrase Andrew Keila: “If there is one thing Nate Wilkie has taught us, it’s that ‘covered like a jimmy hat’ means not covered at all.”

-I love the summer
|Mood: i got nuthin
|07.03.05 2:44 am
|Well, im back from cananda. It was cold, there were fish, everyone was happy.

In more recent news, football is in full swing, slowly transforming me form the happy-go-lucky slightly-larger-than-i-should-be-person, into a i-am-going-to-rip-your-fucking-head-off-so-help-me-god steroid-influenced baby-eater. That transformation is going smoothly.

In even more recent news, today was bills grad party. It was off the hizz-houe (much like myrtle beach was)

god damnit. im tired of typing again. there are fireworks. gnight