THERE WAS A WEDDING ONE DAY

okay, i'm not really going to talk about the wedding. it was nice, we joked, laughed, ate cake, drank mad punch, complemented everyone, alan caught the garter, we vandelized tim's truck, stole a golf cart, blah blah.

at one point one of the hostesses (member of kim's family who cooked) mentioned that people needed to start eating the cookies because they had a laundry basket full of cookies. alan and i gave eachother a look and decided that they needed to be ours. after tim and liz left in the just married car with shaving cream on the windows and balloons now out of the cab, we decided to make out move.

we went over to the dessert tent, into the storage area, each of us grabbed a bag of cookies (they were in one gallon ziplock bags) and went out the back, the idea was that mike and everyone in the golf cart would take it from us as soon as we went up to the fence that surrounded the house (we were at liz's house). but when we got up to the fence (hiding the bags on the far side of our bodies) no one was there. this fence was about chest high and chicken wirish so it was too flimsy to climb over. so i asked alan if he needed a boost and had him step on my back to jump over, i gave him my cookies and told him i'd meet him 'round the corner. i 'caught the golf cart back, told mike why i didn't get over the fence and got in my truck. and went back to the main road where tim was off to the side finishing taking the stuff off his truck.

now here's the fun part where you get two angles of the story.

i got to the intersection where you get onto 302 and it was kinda tough to get back onto 'cause you had a stop sign and turn behind this white jeep. inside this white jeep was lilli reip i later found out at the stop sign down where you turn back onto the kp hiway.

at the time i was talking on the phone to vanessa about going to mrs. garrison's on wednesday, and i check right for traffic and lilli was looking my way, and we were just like, what's going on. i just waved her on making her turn onto the hiway while she could.

what she said happened was she was looking across from me while getting ready to turn back onto 302. (she told me this tonight on the phone). and she was looking across at me and thinking "wow that is a really cute guy!" she said she was looking back at me the whole way back until we got to the stop sign thinking about this cute guy, and thinking that she was going to look over at him when she got to the stop sign. so when we got to the stop sign and i went to turn left and she went to turn right she saw it was me.

at this point while we were on the phone she started doing that thing where she's still trying to talk and laugh at the same time and her voice becomes high and unintelligable. she finished the conversation off by saying that she had to go and "dieter i just wanted you to know that you looked really hot."

that's the way i like to end my day.

"FRIENDS OF OLD" or "EVERYONE IS ON FIRE"

so going to berts to play risk i saw bryce again (i had never known his last name) but i hadn't seen him since last summer. he saw me while i was outside, ran out, and we hugged and jumped and everyone looked at us strangely. but we had fun and exchanged numbers and i might see him again. apparently he works at the game matrix now (or he just took one of their shirts).

alex and i teamed up that night, because the game the night before just totally tapped me out. it was a fruitless game of death that was circular in nature until we all conceded that due to a mishap of david's i was going to win. alex and i won easily enough that game, because everyone ignored our conquest of europe and africa and most of asia. as soon as we took wade out of australia, there was no real threat to us.

wade also smokes a pipe now. the act of tamping is mashing the tobacco farther into the pipe. wade got a lot of samples when he bought his pipe, among them hazelnut, champange, north sea, and honey maple with sunset mixed with it. alex, dick and i are going to make him honey maple ranch tobacco for his birthday.

afterwards lilli tried to convince us that she had a cool horn, but she didn't. she's not as cool as she thinks she is anymore. the horn did it.

anyway, yesterday we (anytime i say "we" it usually means alex, dick and i, unless otherwise noted) went to seattle to get mad barbique and got pork sandwiches spiked with madness. they were good. after that we walked around pike place after looking for parking for a while. i took pictures, but none of them are of me ('cause i took pictures).


anyway, blogger killed half my post. i don't think it likes camino at all, a lot of script doesn't. but that's alex and dick at a seattle sidewalk waiting to cross.

we saw crystal sunshine clements at albertsons. she ran up behind me and scratched my back. she's fun, i love her.

we went to mikes, alex and i made improv. sabres out of bamboo shoots. we brought wood down to the beach by any means necessary (we did everything short of build a catapault to launch the wood down to the beach). we later build a fire after playing dr. mario. i would later kick half the fire at alex and sarah (many apologies).

we went and wasted time at adam wrzeski's house, and then came back here. alex and i discovered a political schizim. alex is a high horse liberal while i'm a "give everybody a chance" moderate. i'm probably going to get shit for saying that.

oh well, i need to go climbing with dick, and finish vanessa's mix cd.

I KISSED A DRUNK GIRL

today we learned (after the o/d light kept flashing and the rpms revved quite high from first gear up to second gear) that the explorer needs a new transmission. in the middle of this, dustin schultz called me while i politely excused myself from the room, that travis him and i should go on a trip with him to spokane, hitting levanworth on the way back. this was not in the plan for today, seeing how i had rock climbing with dick around six that evening. we get the loaner car, a red ford focus, and drive home.

not 10 minutes after we get home, travis calls me and says,

"hey d, have you or do you rock climb?"
"well, yeah, dick and i got a membership over at edgeworks last week. we've been going mondays and fridays six to nine."
"really? awesome, i got a membership yesterday..."

and so it was that travis would join us rock climbing that evening.

my mom and i went out in the focus before my brother's baseball game, taking my brother to the field early, for their pre-game practice. the focus is quite zippy, it doesn't shift from first to second until you let off the gas (in my one short experience), in that case, i got the rpms up to about 6k, which was really weird. other than that, it's a barebones model, msrping at 15k.

anyway, dick and i go to the rock climbing place, dick and i are waiting behind these guys who are getting a membership it seems, and i hear,

"dieter?"

turns out it's dan jones, visiting home from his summer quarter at wwu up in bellingham. he's climbing with his youngest sister laura. well travis gets there in time and daniel and t have been trying to get a hold of eachother for sometime, but it appeared that no one knew the other's number, through a series of unfortunate events. so it's a happy reunion for everyone. nik velarde came and actually climbed fairly well.

dick left to go rock out with alex, i use the term "rock out" loosely. after a while the rest of us retired to chevy's for some dinner. sami (a guy), nik's, travis' and my favorite waiter recommended to us a movie, the kame sutra, which apparently isn't a movie about sexual positions, but how indian women are raised to learn how to please men. laura didn't get the reference, but that's okay, she's still young (15). anyway, nik ordered a pitcher of lemonade, sami brought it with a few straws, nik ended up taking it with him.

and then i called vanessa and allie.

THE ILLUSION OF CHOICE

if you have the preconception that this is going to be a philisophical soliloquey on the illusion or lack-there-of of choice, then i kindly (kindly) suggest that you go find someone to punch you in the face (or other sensitive area) because it'll be better than reading the rest of this post.

i am really glad that you can't leave comments here.

there's something magical about a cross-town rivaly. i really don't care much about them. any number of year ago (seriously, pick one) and you could say "tides whooped hawks!! woo!!" or something, but there is something at stake, especially if you're there, since you invested something (something) by being there.

my recent example is the other day, my brother's team, the narrows yankees, comprised mostly of peninsula kids, but has spattering of south kitsap and gig harbor kids, played the gig harbor high school's american legion team (comprised entirely of ghhs kids). when you're at these games, you want everyone to have a good time, but it's not like a normal game. everyone knows eachother somehow. i saw nick walker there, one of my brother's friends, and i pointed him out to my mom. there were two middle aged women with him, my mom said "oh yeah, that's his mom and burkee's mom." burkee was on the american legion team. there was nothing bad about that, it just goes to show how everyone knows eachother. everyone had played on one little league team or another as a youngin'.

now let me make note of how the american legion team in inherently evil.

last season my dad (who was the general manager for the baseball club) had set up a series of three games to be played between the american legion team, and the narrows yankees. in the american legion's league, the kids use aluminum bats, maybe because that's what you use in high school and college, maybe because they're safer (they don't break), maybe because the batter gets more distance, and they're lighter. in the league the narrows yankees play in, you use wood bats. traditionally wood bats are what you use in baseball. 10 years ago aluminum bats were just making an appearance in baseball. in the major leagues the players use wood bats. you get less distance than you would off of an aluminum bat, both because of the fact that the bat is made out of wood, and because wood bats are heavier, so you have to have arm strength to move the bat, and you can't just hit a home run, by showing up to the game.

anyway. whoever was the home team got to decide what the rules were, basically the american legion team decided to use aluminum bats for their home games, and the yankees decided to use wood bats for their home games. the schedule was the first two games would be at the ghhs field with aluminum bats, and the last game would be at the phs field with wood bats. they played the first two games and i think the yankees lost both of them, but then when it came down to the last game, the coach or the gm or whatever of the american legion team called either my dad or the coach of the yankees, and said, "hey, if we're not using aluminum tomorrow, we're not going to play." so basically, they just didn't want to use wood bats, and give up their advantage.

so the other day, they played with aluminum and the yankees beat the american legion team 4-2 in a nine inning game (which was weird because they both usually play seven inning games). but when it comes down to it, before and after the game you're all happy and you like all of them, but during the game you hate the other teams players and parents and distant relatives, and want them all to die, but are elated when they lose.

my brother alex made a nice play at the plate too, that was fun to watch.

vanessa peterson says we write when we're sad not happy, or otherwise "shy of content". i believe we write when we want others to pity us, be concerned, or otherwise gain attention. i can say that's not why i write, but i know it's untrue. i say i write for myself first and others second or not at all. if i wanted to write for others i'd use something self-promoting, like xanga or myspace.

i'm not sure if i like people talking to me about what they read here. on one hand it's nice to know they read it. on the other hand, all i want to say about what i write i've already written.

IS YOUR HAIR AN ANGSTY COLOR?

i'm eating tapioca and there's nothing you can do about it.

dick and i have been climbing, today was our second time out and right now my hands and forearms are absolutely dead. dick and i have been climbing 5.7s to 5.9s. dick is a better climber than i am, he climbed a 5.9+ today, i think i need more arm stamina. time to do some more pull-ups.

i've been working out a little more recently. by a little more i mean i've been working out, instead of not working out. push-ups, sit-ups, arm curls, running, biking (i biked before too), and now climbing, it's going to end up being crazy, but i'll drop things as i need to (in the interest of time).

back to climbing. so i got a belay device and carabiner the first day we went (we had out belay 101 class the day before), which would make the first day we went last friday. today (monday) we went and got harnesses, they're a lot more comfortable than the rental ones (we still have to rent shoes, 'cause those are mad expensive). the first time we went, my cuticles were not ready to have any of it, and started bleeding, and i started building up more calluses. after today my cuticles didn't bleed so that's great news. calluses are still building though, which is pretty good. those grips in the gum are pretty good to grab, but they're also a little abbrasive. i can't describe though how chalk helps grip, i haven't had a lot of experience with it.

so i read questionable content a week ago or so. it's a little too indie for me. the phrase where "nothing's cool if everyone else likes it" or the popular indie notion that, as q.c. puts it, the less people know of something (usually a band) the better it is, and the more people who know it, the worse it is. it's basically the opposite of pop. popular vs. independant, sort of self-explanitory.

there are a couple of cliches i don't like. the guitar for one. it also seems to follow the "friends" stereotype of them not working, well, it seems the rest of them do, except for marten, who apparently used to have a job being an office-bitch (maybe that shouldn't have a hyphen in it). maybe there's a reason all the girls like marten.

what can i say, i don't like stereotypes. but questionable content is a pretty nice comic.

i'm gonna get back to this. okay, maybe i won't.