So my friends here in Heber taught me about a game, which I guess is catching on in popularity. Like many other games of its calibur, it uses a baseball analogy. The game is played something like this:

Single: Go to an attractive girl's house and eat her food.

Double: After eating the afore mentioned food, "make out" with the afore mentioned attractive girl.

Triple: uhhm... Let's just say a triple involves a natural reaction of step one.

Somehow I don't think this is going to catch on at Boyce.

It's 5:39 AM, which means I still have twenty minutes before I have to jump on my bicycle and ride to work to open Kopi-O on time. I'll get off around 2:30, which gives me just enough time to ride back to the other side of town where I will be waiting tables untill eight-thirty-ish. *Sigh* another 14 hour work day.

Oh well, God is good. I asked him for a job that would meet my needs this summer and he provided two, and for that I am thankful.

I attended the Heber/Overgaard Bluegrass Festival over my lunch break yesterday. The entire time I was struck with the irony that I live in Kentucky most of the year now, but am attending a third-rate bluegrass concert back in AZ. It's somewhat akin to a conversation I once had with John Letoto about water parks and wave pools.

One hears some interesting things in a coffee shop. Notetably, a seventy year old woman exclaiming a certain curse word upon dropping her recently purchased sandwhich on the floor. Not just a little cuss word either, but a big one- as in sounds remarkably similar to the word "ship".

I hate being sick.

When I look out my window in the morning i see smoke. No, its not my little brother trying to sneak a cigerette (as if he ever even thought about smoking, i would kill him and thus eleminate any chances of getting cancer), but yet another forest fire. This actually is quite common, considering that Arizona is in the middle of a decade long drought (for those of you from the east coast, a drought is when it doesn't rain- at all- and if on the off chance it does actually happen to rain, because it has been dry for so long all of the water simply evaporates).

Anytime my tiny little hometown of Heber/Overgaard (pop. 2500) makes the AP, its worth noticing.

Well i watched the motion picture "Elizabethtown", which was, as most of you know, filmed primarily on location in Kentucky and Tennesee. Other than the fact that like so many other movies of its genre it glorifies extra-marital sex, and the old people making sex jokes that seems to be standard material in comedies these days, I enjoyed it quite immensely.

Now, those of you who have actually talked to me for more than, say, five minutes know I am from Arizona. From the Grand Canyon to my very own Mogollon Rim, Arizona is by far the greatest state that i have ever been too, asthetically and culturely. However, while watching the numerous scenes featuring locations from Louisville and the surrounding area, I found a certain sense of attachment to my new second home.

As much as I am enjoying being home, I look forward to the new semester with great anticipation and joy.

I'm afraid that working two jobs has completely exhausted my energy, so my blog will probably be void of any wit or humor for a while(which I guess isn't really any differant than usual). I would make the prediction that the number of typo's and overall mistakes will probably increase, that is if i can find the strength to write anything at all.

I Hate Video Games!!

There's been something I've wanted to get off my chest for a while now.. I HATE VIDEO GAMES!!! There, I said it!.. nice and loud so my little brother's GameCube(R) that's laying six feet from me hears it loud and clear.

That's right. Hear that buddy? I'm not wasting anymore time on you!! Just because I'm bored out of my mind doesn't mean I have to fritter away all my time trying to unlock all of the secret characters in Soul Calibur II, or waste away my summer exploring the magical lands in The Legends of Zelda or Final Fantasy, or stay up late leading Ravenclaw to victory in Harry Potter's Quidditch World Cup.

*sigh*

Who am I kidding?

Home Alone

Well, my older brother is in Thailand, my little brother is in New Mexico, and my parents are leaving for Alabama today- which leaves me by myself for four days.

I'm sure my less sanctified readers are right now thinking of all the "fun" things they could get away with if left in my situation. However, bear in mind that, morally, wild and crazy drunken are completely out of the picture, seeing as I do have a certain amount of Christian values. Mostly i just think it is going to be several lonely, boring days.

I didn't really have a purpose for this summer other than making money. Well I found one.

A new pizza parlor opened up in town with a very extensive arcade, especially for a town that only boasts 2,000 year round residents. Let's just say the aforementioned arcade has the single greatest arcade game of time (excluding pinball, of course)... a little game most people call Mrs. Pacman.

Shortly after learning of its existance, i found it necessary to completely demolish the existing high score and replace with my own.

Yes, this sweet little machine has given me a mission for this summer- to boldly defend my high score by continuously improving my game and setting the bar even higher for all those who follow in my path.

And I thought it was going to be a boring summer.