Wednesday

I have had a long day (it is 10:30 at night now.) and I feel like unloading. If you are not interested, or are only reading this because of whatever, don't read it, it is probably desperately boring. At any rate, the day started off normally enough, I went to school, etc, and when the day ended, I played ultimate Frisbee. I had an awesome team: Mr. V., who only dropped one throw, Abe, (my brother) Jeremy, (an amazing athlete), and Rayman, who is another good sports guy. I think we won, but I never keep score, so I don't know. Unfortunately, We were playing with a bunch of guys who didn't really want to play, they had to to get credit in something or something weird like that. One guy (who had an over inflated view of his own abilities and is generally a jerk) gave me a death threat, and was generally in my face, and another fat guy on the other team just sat in the endzone and caught frisbees, and generally made points that shouldn't have been made, so a really good day of Frisbee was made not as enjoyable as it could have been.

After Frisbee, I went home and taught guitar lessons to a friend of mine, which was fun, but slow. When that finished, we all went to youth group, where I saw Jeremy again (youth group is at his house) he was loading things into the back of a car to take to the flea market tomorrow. His books, his computer games, his flashtronII car (which is faster than he is, and he is fast.) his pellet rifles, a lot of his stuff, and I was reminded that he is going to be in university next year, and I am not. My life is moving on, despite all I have done to hold it down and in place.

Youth group was amazing. A guy from the US (that probably sounds funny to you people who are sitting in the US reading this...) came to Yemen and played the piano for us, and he was amazing. Unfortunately, he was playing on a Yamaha clavinova, which is a fairly nice piece of equipment, but is not a real piano... He held a concert yesterday, but I missed it, and I am now regretting it. He apparently played some really nice music there.

After Youth Group, Jeffrey, Justin, Keith and I discussed a blog that we are trying to put together, and it looks like it might work. I think I linked it, it is the RPG blog I think if you are interested in RPGs and whatnot, and I need to send invites to people and whatnot. I have had this idea for a while, and it is coming together so slowly that I sometimes despair of it ever happening.

We took a taxi home, and I got a guy high on qat (a mild narcotic that you chew to get high off of.) who wanted to talk. Unfortunately, while dealing with a second language and a guy who is mumbling, (due to a large mouthful of qat) you don't get very far. He would mumble something, and then I would hear something that sounded like owul-la-laa? Which means is this not correct? And all I could say was La Aarrif, which means I don't know. This went on until we got off.

Before Youth Group, Jeremy gave me a Michael Chriton book to read, (sphere to be precise. Chriton is one of my favorite authors. Technothrillers are awesome.) unfortunately, Abe and I stopped half way home and fed a friend's cat, and I left Sphere on the table in the kitchen next to the cat dish, where it will probably sit until I convince Abe to bring it home the next time he goes to feed the cat.

That was probably dry, but I feel better having written it out. If you read it all, I am amazed, and you need something to do. Kidding. At any rate, good night.