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No pictures tonight folks. Just words.

My dad says to me, “hey Joel, let’s go to Pet World so I can get some light bulbs for the fish tank.”
“Ugh, dad that sounds lame. I don’t wanna go.”
“Well what are you doing otherwise?”
“…Nothing… FINE, I’ll go.”

So to make a long story short we went in to the store, and 20 minutes or so later I walk out with a girl’s phone number which she gave to me. Joel +4 Charisma. Granted I had met this girl once or twice before so I kinda knew her. But then again, I hadn’t seen her in five/six months.

ANYWAYS, I was pretty pumped about that, if you couldn’t tell. About an hour later Alex called me back and we hang-ed out. After 45 minutes or so of watching Reno 911 we decided to get the racquet balls I hit on top of Cherokee middle school. We trotted down to the school to scout out our target. I had the crazy idea of Alex giving me a boost up onto a small platform then I’d climb on to the roof. He said it wouldn’t support my weight and I said it would.

Several jokes about me being fat and ten seconds later, I was laying on the blacktop and Alex was laughing while walking quickly away from the broken platform. We were going to need a ladder. We trekked back to my house and stealthily grabbed a ladder. Alex carried it all the way back to the school. It was aluminum, but still awkward to carry by ones-self (thank you Alex!). We scampered, as much as one can scamper with a tall ladder, SplinterCell-style through the ladders and one HUGE spot light. Ladder on school wall. Alex on school roof.

Alas, we did not find what we were looking for. But he did manage to find three tennis balls and a summer camp volley ball. Slightly disappointed we headed back to my house. Yet, the night was still young.

TO CLUB SENTRY! Pizza, chips, doughnuts, and gum. Yum, yum. Late night dinner of webcomics and food ensued. Generally one of the better two person, non-sex, parties I’ve had in awhile. So score one for Alex and I. Woo!