I'm tired. That's my first thought as I sit down to organize this posting. I spent the first 1/4th of my Sunday filling up a total of 3 semitrucks with other peoples newspapers and magazines etc. The PTA in the town organizes a 2x a year clean house where you can bring all of your old magazines, newspapers, clothes, cans and general recyclables into one place and take care of it. Judging from the turn out today 2x a year is REALLY all people take out their trash. It was a good time. The highlight was at the end. We had filled up the 2nd trailer with magazines to about 12-15 feet from the ground. A fall from that height would certainly end up with a broken something or a least a twist or sprain. At a point towards the end we decided to move the truck over where the piles of garbage bag filled with clothes were. A mountain of clothes and bags maybe 5-8 feet thick. The people on the ground started heaving the bags up to the trailer and I looked at one of the teachers and said, "should I go down and help?"
He said, "Yes, please do."
This is all the excuse I was needed, before he could say anything else I did what I had wanted to do as soon as I saw how close we had parked. I ran to the edge and jumped.
Like a stuntman I took my first fall as a pro. Not so dramatic I supose; it was my first fall after all.. but I think I'm hooked. I think I'm going to find things to jump off of more now. If I could do it all over I would have spun faster (as it was I twisted right before I hit the bags so I had no time for sight seeing.) and waved as I fell backwards into the pile. Of course the people around me gasped and were in shock (I'm surprised no one yelled at me for being 'different') I'm sure I was the talk of the town. I later found out that the kyoto sense (a bit over 50) wanted to try it too, but I heard, "it's a little too high."
I gorged afterwards on lunch. After a brief break I hooked up with a friend (JOE from chicago and later Mark from the planet of California) and we headed over to the budokan (like a dojo, that I have a secret key for) and we played submission wrestling for about an hour. It was awesome, but try as I might I couldn't get Joe to barf. Mark who before couldn't wrestle my mom and win has improved greatly and the first match when he was fresh showed me enough trouble to concern me..a little.
Unfortunately, it ended all too quickly and even though I have some pictures from the event two men wrestling together smacks a bit too homoerotic for public consumption; especially since there was a guy from chicago involved.
I finish up this post as I finish up my night. I was preparing my class plan for tomorrow (god save me it's the redneck elementary I go to) and I gots me a cravin'..So I saddled up the horse and rode into town and got supplies to build-
Bask in the glory of the
sandy that Derek begot.
This doesn't look so impressive, but consider the materials I have to work with. Do you think the Sisteen Chapple would have looked so nice had Mikky Angelo had finger paints? NO. Sandwich making in the country is sadly archaic. The only real meat item I can use with out first manufacturing it myself (i.e. roasting my own beef, heh, that's kinda perverted isn't it?) is ham and it's not good ham either. Dad makes the best ham
Well that's that, I need to get back to learning big useless words. I have the GRE in two weeks now. I have mixed feelings about it so all I can do is keep looking over the material and hope that good things come of it. I remember the ACT not being too much trouble and I didn't study for that at all. Of course grad school is perhaps different. Only time will tell.
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Ian said...
Nice sandwich dude. I totally appreciate the need for good ones. They are so hard to get over here. For the next three weeks I will be working a lot, but from 23 July until I leave mid-August, the weekends will be free. It looks like a friend from Peace Corps is coming over something like the weekend of the 30th. Let me know what's up