Throwing Rocks

The picture is from interstate 91 a couple nights ago....

I learned a couple new Russian words... puhyehuts (to drive), and pr-r-ruhyehuts (to reach)... spelled phonetically of course.

I had terrible and realistic dreams last night. I woke up so thankful that they were not real. The last one was so bad that I was praying in my dream that it was all fake. So I'm pretty thankful to be awake now.

Last night went trespassing with Andrei on someone's yard to check out some landscaping they did with broken pieces of marble countertop. It was very interesting. Not sure if anyone saw us.... I guess it's a good thing we weren't trying to steal something not only because that would demonstrate a significant deficiency in common morality, but who knows what lengths some people will go to in order to defend their personal property.

We drove his new car around West Springfield. I actually was the driver, and I think the steering on that car is really nice... it's an Audi. Earlier that day, I drove my very old car around Springfield just trying not to get lost. Kinda fun. Some kid threw a small rock at the car though. That was less than fun. But really if you saw my car, you might want to throw something at it too. I used to throw snowballs at cars from behind trees in my yard and sometimes the drivers would stop and yell at me. When I was really young I would throw sand.... I didn't even bother hiding behind a tree. Those drivers would yell at me too and sometimes ask me "where are your parents?" I think I thought they deserved to have me throw sand at their cars because they were passing my house.

I exercise much more self-control in this area now and sometimes I don't even throw things when others are throwing. Even when throwing things could be potentially justifiable.

School start Thursday. I'm kind of very excited. I am taking A+P II.... and maybe sociology.... not sure about the sociology, maybe a math class instead... or just A+P. We'll see.

Has anyone read Perelandra? What did you think of it? It's one of the books that has stayed with me.... I think I read it more than 10 years ago, but it was very interesting to me. It kinda makes me want to write something. I wonder how you can prepare to write something like that. Daydreaming a lot? I gave it to Andrei to read, so if you want, ask him to give it to you when he's done.

I'm in W. Springfield right now... It's sunny out so I would encourage everyone to go outside. I'm gonna do my best to follow that advice. It's hard sometimes because I get into a sort of endless track of things to do when I'm on the computer.

Chandler

So, if you're overcome with curiosity, I'll start right out and say that using the GPS to clock my top speed on a snowboard seems to have worked. I hit just over 47 mph last Saturday at Berkshire East. Kinda felt jipped cuz I went again Tuesday and there was too much fog for the GPS so I couldn't try again.... but it felt like I hit 50.

Visited the Tsurk's tonight for the first time in months. It was pretty much as wonderful as ever, and the experience was even more familiar when I left my glasses there. But we had some very good tea that had to be strained to drink and some cookies that were better than oreos.

Got some pretty sweet French song playing now by aldebert... i think it was the last track on the album because it just got really quiet and there's still 5 minutes left on the track.....hold on... Yep... just skip ahead one minute for the next song. The track is called "Quelle Heure Est-Il?" That means "what time is it?" (in french)

It's 9:35 incidentally.

Chandler is next to me asleep... not that he's particularly attracted to me, but he likes to curl up in front of the wood stove even more than I do.

Today was pretty pleasant. I hope it was for you too. Thanks for reading!

I need to note that Dan (in the photo above) probably loves Chandler more than any other human alive.

BEast

"the brick"

Today is the day-before-the-weekend-for-snowboarding at the closest ski resort around for the first time. There was a part of me that feared that it was a pride issue that I only go to "big mountains" in New Hampshire and Vermont. Really though, big mountains are just better. The runs are longer. But my pride, and high standards aside, I am excited to be going. It's only $25 dollars and some very cool people are coming (if they're reading this, "cool" is an acceptable word that covers a lot of different complex characteristics and I don't mean to brush over them).

Today, I actually warmed up before posting this blog by writing a long journal entry that probably I'll forget about immediately for a couple years. It's good to put stuff on 'paper' or in this case in a folder on my hard drive.

I'm listening to Jessica Jay. It turns out according to internet forums, she may not be a real person but a conglomerate of vocalists which over a period of time took on the role of this record company creation. She's singing a song called Casablanca. It's about the movie and has a very European beat that sounds like Ace of Bass. Apparently it was a very popular dance piece in Moldova like 12 years ago. I know this just because.

Oh, back to skiing for a second: I was thinking about trying to see how fast I can snowboard, and I found some one online who used a GPS.... I totally wanna try that tomorrow. I think I've gone 50 mph before.... ya if that works out, I'll post something about it.

I threw a snowball at Ian's room window today. Nothing came of it and it took four tries.