I sat down with this intention to write and it's just not happening. Okay, and wow, it somehow smells straight up like chicken shit in my bedroom. I am not understanding how this can be. Yesterday Suzy blew ass chunks all over my bedroom while I was at work. I mean, mission burrito style layered in my laundry. I cleaned that like I was Cinderella. And now I'm here, in bed, sort of wanting to sleep soon, and wafts of eau d' chicken shit keep waving over me. I don't understand. I mean, my window is open but, really? I don't think it smells like that outside. I think it is in here. Maybe on a dog? Maybe on me?? Jesus. Too much.
But, back to writing, I feel like I write about the same stupid stuff always. So, I'm sort of over it. I need greener pastures. Just kidding. I'll write about that same stuff tomorrow. But, I do wish I had something new today. Although that would probably require me to have done something different today to write about. And I didn't. I worked, surprisingly little for being gone for a week but there was not as much to do as I expected. And then I came home and played fetch with the dogs. And was grumpy for a bit. That was different. I haven't been a grump for a while. Then we went to Rob and Tara's bbq and that was good times. I ate food off a grill and drank beer, sort of like Saturday. But it was awesome to see all those guys because I have not done that recently and they are terrific folk, worthy of seeing way more than I actually see them. Playing drunk softball was fun. That I have not done before. I am not good at softball I think. If I could change my beer pong throw with my softball hit then I'd be money at both. But I got the pop fly and the line drive in the wrong sports. What was amazing was the spectators. Like, there were some good plays I suppose if you're a sports fan, but really, it was a bunch of awesome drunk people trying to move a big fat white ball around a field, fairly unsuccessfully. And people watched, like the whole game. Amazing. I would like to continue playing this. Although it's pretty labor intensive. Like, you need multiple people. Multiple multiple people. And I feel like all my friends actually played softball at some point and I think I'd probably get pissed if I couldn't just suck at it and enjoy being terrible. I'll have to play with them to find out I think. But, that was the day. Laura came over and played some beer/water pong. We tossed a rugby ball around in the street. I think she's going to be a baller. And that was my night, seriously. Beer, friends, beer pong or rugby. Dogs. I mean, I'm not complaining, but at some point I don't know what to say about it. I have a lot of different thoughts every day but they are gone by the time I can sit down in front of the computer and then it all blends into the same shade of good times and general happiness. There is nothing wrong with that. I mean, it is summer 09 so it's to be expected. But, I sort of want more thoughts. Maybe I should have less beer and there will be more thoughts.
One thing I am excited about is hiking. I hiked the shit out of the Olympics with my dad when I was a kid and I just haven't gotten back since it's become my job to choose the hike and get the hiking pass and figure out the route etc. But I decided that I am hiking this summer, above all else. I think most free Saturdays need to be spent in the mountains. The only part of hiking that sucks is hiking in the damn crowded Cascades. The Olympics are so great because when you run into people on the trail you feel comradery, like, oh hey a person, and it's a person who also likes being out in the woods in their free time. In the Cascades it's like a fucking freeway. People are in passing lanes and there are damn trail runners whizzing by with fanny packs of water bottles. And people scowl at you if you have your dog off leash, like your off-leash dog is scaring off all the wildlife, not the hundreds of thousands of people that are basically running all over the mountain. No one makes eye contact and they definitely have never heard of the hiking rule where if you're headed down the mountain you step off the trail to let those coming up keep going. Douchebags. So, I sort of hate the other hikers in the Cascades but I think the change of scenery is neat and different than the Olympics for sure. And this hike I want to do next week has a super terrible road up to it so I am hoping that will deter all these freaks in their fancy cars that'll get roughed up in the potholes. That was fairly negative, all in all, but I mean to sound exicted for hiking because I miss the smells and the burn in the legs and the camp robbers.
This blog is ridiculous. I need to try again later.
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