Waterpolo story from yesterday: While were doing a shooting drill, I shouted, "I need some polo balls over here!" Right then, I caught a ball that someone had passed me, turned around, and got hit in the eye by another ball that someone had let loose at me. My next statement? "Shit, I'm not asking that again."

Yesterday, Ann, Justin, and I decided to try our hand at cooking some pasta out of Ann's Mom's French cookbook. Through the experience, we learned what the unit "clove" actually is. Two cloves of garlic is definitely not the same as two whole garlics ("garlics"? Is that right?). Atleast we couldn't complain about it not having any flavor :P .

As I was driving down the 15 south to Mira Mesa after the evening water polo practice, I signaled and began switching lanes to get into the rightmost lane because my exit was coming up. But before I could get to the lane to exit, something caught my attention: a bird, a pigeon perhaps, shot out onto the freeway from the left and began weaving through traffic. For the next maybe two seconds... no, less than two seconds, this insane gray blur continued to fly between the moving cars. The last of I saw of it, it had flown in front of the sedan in front of me and out of my view. I had expected it to come back into view on the opposite side of the car where I saw it go behind and continue its flight path, but it didn't. The next thing I knew, I was driving through a cloud of feathers that seemed to have been emmited from the grill of the car in front of mine. When the feathers cleared, I remembered that I had to switch one more lane to exit. The car in front of me did the same thing, and when it got off the freeway onto the local streets, the first thing it did was turn in to a gas station, I'm guessing to see what the fuck had happened.

That was my suicidal bird story of the day.

Hatchamadoo (11:55:22 PM): are you getting your physical tommorow?
mp5a4shootsnick (11:55:32 PM): guh yes lol
Hatchamadoo (11:55:40 PM): lol
mp5a4shootsnick (11:55:52 PM): hopefully i can pull a 3 year run at not getting my balls fondled
Hatchamadoo (11:56:00 PM): hahaha
Hatchamadoo (11:56:02 PM): every year..
mp5a4shootsnick (11:56:02 PM): they always have those deceptive mats up
Hatchamadoo (11:56:05 PM): thats the thing on everyone's mind
Hatchamadoo (11:56:07 PM): lol
mp5a4shootsnick (11:56:08 PM): so its like in the back ofyour head
Hatchamadoo (11:56:12 PM): yeah
mp5a4shootsnick (11:56:22 PM): yeah subliminal cupage
Hatchamadoo (11:56:59 PM): ahahaha

I learned to surf yesterday! After a few tries, I could ride a wave in on my knees, but not get up up onyo my feet. After a few more, I was able to get on my feet?!! Now I'm true cali... brah.

I guess someone dropped their unopened birthday card at the beach today while they were leaving, cause later after they had left and I came by and found it, I picked it up and began opening it. Alaric was like, "Why would you open it? Thats bad.." I responded with "Well, they're already gone, so its not like it matters anymore. And what if there's mone-" and right then, as I was opening it, a twenty and a five dropped out. What luck.

And in 3 days, the funnest week of my life begins. On second thought, water polo hell week should actually be called hell week-and-a-half.