I went out for a walk tonight to enjoy the crisp spring air that has been in such abundance lately. As I climbed the steps up from MSC and began to stride across the parking lot, I thought of tomorrow's homework load and wondered if I could get away with studying for another class in world religions. "That's odd, that person has piled various clothes up in the back of their truck," I thought as my old train of thought was broken by this odd spectacle. "Why would clothes be in the back of...ah, ooh, uh-oh." My eyes turned towards the ground as soon as I realized what could have been happening. When I passed the truck it seemed to lurch and gyrate, almost as if my presence startled it. Smiling to myself, I gave a friendly salute through the very dark back window and went on my merry way. What is the point of all this? Well, for starters, if you're going to make out in the backseat, remember that your front window is not tinted. Thus, parking your car's front window directly at the sidewalk might not be a good thing. Also, try driving somewhere to make out. Yes, yes, I know that you can't keep your paws off of each other but honestly, in Thomas parking lot? I believe intelligence has now gone by the wayside along with class. I suppose backseats of trucks have spawned many a great men and women over the years, so who am I, a passerby, to contend? However, remember my advice, and hopefully you won't be the subject of a bored and mildly amused person's blog when you're fumbling around in the backseat.
This weekend ended up being pretty great. I missed out on going to the SBL conference in Dallas due to sickness/tiredness, but staying at home was probably the best move. Miki had her 3/4 Birthday today (Don't ask me how that came about, it's all CC's creative pondering) and it was great to hang out and play some spoons with folks.
We're leaving early for Spring Break, so I just have a couple of tests to knock off and then it's off to gloryland...aka my in-laws. Anyway, I plan on enjoying myself, walking on the river, and hanging out by the pool in sunny San Antonio; life doesn't get too much better.
So when you add everything up, I really want to get out of here and I'm thnakful that we have a good place to go. Also, the old man who own's Pietro's makes a darn good pizza pie; I don't care what you say, that man gives it a special touch that delights the taste buds. (Now make a comment in your head about why it's special, try not to use overated stereotypes like bodily fluids and move onto fantastical powers...I think that the old man is really an 880 year-old wizard that brought the gift of pizza to the world.) I can write run ons as long as a (**) is used, and now I obviously need to go to sleep.
We're leaving early for Spring Break, so I just have a couple of tests to knock off and then it's off to gloryland...aka my in-laws. Anyway, I plan on enjoying myself, walking on the river, and hanging out by the pool in sunny San Antonio; life doesn't get too much better.
So when you add everything up, I really want to get out of here and I'm thnakful that we have a good place to go. Also, the old man who own's Pietro's makes a darn good pizza pie; I don't care what you say, that man gives it a special touch that delights the taste buds. (Now make a comment in your head about why it's special, try not to use overated stereotypes like bodily fluids and move onto fantastical powers...I think that the old man is really an 880 year-old wizard that brought the gift of pizza to the world.) I can write run ons as long as a (**) is used, and now I obviously need to go to sleep.
