the one that i wanted to find

good afternoon, all of you.

my school-week is officially over, and i couldn't be any more pleased. i'm leaving for myrtle beach this evening with tim keeler, cory wilson, scott holiday, and david wright, for a weekend full of bikers, bass-playing, and beachtime. we're going to be playing outside of murrell's inlet mall tomorrow and on saturday, for a good bit of the day. then we're also playing for a chapel service on sunday morning, then we'll return later on sunday. we'll have to be on our guards, however, for this week is Biker Week '05. i'll have to be careful not to be snatched up by a mysterious biker. i'm thinking that it'll be pretty fun, though. plus, i love the beach. so hopefully, it won't be too cold, and i may be able to take a dip (or two).

but i'm also really quite tired. and i need a nap. soon.

there's a certain someone with an eighteenth birthday happening on sunday. and that someone's name is amanda. 18 is a pretty good number. and plus, you can vote. hurrah. happy birthday, amanda may.

so anyways, i need to go to the bank pretty soon (like today) to deposit a couple of paychecks. i'll be rollllliiin' in cash once i get that taken care of. hot dang.

i hope everyone has a suuuuper safe weekend. don't do anything dumb.

caleb the dreamer

i was recently informed of two dreams that my six year old brother, caleb, has had in the past week. both could easily be made into some sort of cartoon or video game. enjoy.

dream number one: caleb began describing this dream by saying that he was "really small". he proceeded to explain that he was in the yard riding atop his trusty centipede. he was then struck by lightning. [/end]

dream number two: caleb found himself wandering through the shadowy halls of a castle, and stumbled into a secret room. in the room, he found a guinea pig wearing a crown and a cape. the guinea pig gave him a peppermint. [/end]

itsy bitsy

this morning began just as most mornings do. i pressed the "snooze" button on my alarm clock about five times, in ten minute intervals. once i had wasted nearly an hour, swinging back and forth between the states of being asleep and being sort of asleep, i decided that the time had come for me to brave the day.

as i was pulling out of my driveway, and onto the main road, i saw a small movement in the corner of my eye. ignorantly and much to my regret, i paid this "warning sign" no attention.

five minutes later, i found myself face to face with death, epitomized as a menacing little spider. he was sitting on my lap, seeming to grin at me as he crawled hurriedly up my shirt. all the while, i'm swerving into the other lane and back, trying to maintain my calm. i was doing a very bad job. once the little devil had reached the collar of my shirt, i felt that it was dire for me to take action. i was quite sure that if i didn't, he'd crawl into my clothing, create himself a home and raise a little family of baby spiders. my hand slowly made it's way towards the little monster. i grimaced with every inch. i finally was able to snatch him up, and toss him out the window.

... i don't think i've seen the last of little mister spider. if not him, then i am confident that one of his little cousins will emerge from beneath the seat of my car as i'm driving to school, and the cycle will repeat.


moral: steven is scared of spiders [hey! that's an alliteration! sort of.]