Well, I fell up the stairs, again… This one was a bit of a classic. was talking to richard as I was going up the stairs, and I turned to say something to him just as he turned to look at the tv. When he looked back I was sitting down on the top step of the stairs laughing quietly. He was like, “you fell up the stairs again, didn’t you” and I just bust out laughing. What can I say? They don’t make stairs big enough for my feet.

On a related note, I bought a pair of shoes last weekend. they rang up as “one pair boats”… I was depressed…

On another related note, I bought those shoes in starkville, mississippi… how did I do that from colorado? easy, I flew home for a weekend I didn’t realize how much of a down mood I have been in until I went home. I was running all over the place, fighting with my brother and singing out loud through the house… It’s good to go home.

On yet another related note, October 4th was a historic date that everyone should mark on their calendars… Caleb, my brother who just turned 15 two weeks prior, beat me in a game of mercy. I would like to blame it on my wrists hurting, but anyway you look at it, I pulled a muscle in my bicept trying to over power him, and he promptly put me on one knee and I couldn’t get up no matter how hard I tried. He won… sucks… To make myself feel better, I challenged him to a fight… thinking, well… if I can’t over power him with brute strength anymore, I’ll remind him that I can still fight better than he can… It was an interesting fight… shoulders and legs were fair targets… although, after Caleb knocked my hips out from under me a few times, we called off the legs. I have to say that I tried all 7-something fighting styles I know against caleb, and he still not only held his own, but he jarred my jaw loose a couple of times (literally). To make matters worse, no matter how hard I hit him, he wouldn’t give up. He’s more stubborn than I am. We beat each other until we couldn’t lift our arms anymore, and then mom made us stop… I have more bruises on my arms and forearms than I can count, and from what I heard (I didn’t get to see) caleb’s entire shoulders are that deep bruised green color. I guess I didn’t take into account that caleb would never give up… if it came down to it, I think he’d rather die than give in. oh well…

On a not quite so related note (I don’t know? It seemed like a good trend to keep up)… I got to see deedee while I was home. drove down to state and visited with everyone. It was great… forgotten how much I missed having friends… especially people like brian, sam, lorainne, sarah, and seth… but as I was saying, I got to see Deedee…. Deedee is sexy! If you don’t believe me, take the word of the all the boys I had to beat off her with a stick just so I could spend time with her. She’s got guys chasing after her from every direction… Makes me kinda want to puff out my chest and say, “why yes.. yes I do have a sexy girlfriend”… after I beat the other guys into a pulp, of course The one guy chasing her that is so fond of reminding her that I am 1200 miles away and he is right there actually hid in his room all weekend so I couldn’t find him… smart move if you ask me I was already in a fighting mood, and he’s about 1/4 the size of caleb… wouldn’t have been much fun beating him up, but I could have done it anyway

so now I’m back in boring boulder and there’s nothing to do. My weekend starts today, and the only thing I have planned is watching either iron monkey or the bandits, and probably playing (and beating) Final Fantasy II (or IV, same game) on the Final Fantasy Chronicals CD for playstation… fun stuff, eh?

Welp, I’m gonna stop typing now, so I’ll leave you with the wonderful bit of poetry I thought up this afternoon while in class:

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

ok, ok… so maybe lewis carroll helped me a little bit, but it’s still mostly my work… mostly….