long post. sorry guys

Around Thanksgiving I was told I needed to have my wisdom teeth removed. My parents and I agreed to do it over winter break so I wouldn't miss any training for cross country. Things happened, relatives showed up, and eventually we forgot about it. July rolled around and the topic came up in conversation. A phone book happened to be near, so I guess that's when the appointment was made.

I know it seems odd, but I feel like this is a mile stone. A right of passage, if you will. This entire summer has been one big leap into adulthood. Now I have a car, a job, and a wallet that actually contains important stuff. I have a greater responsibility to my family, my team, and myself. Even the Baker's Dozen is becoming more important to me. Could it be that I'm...*gulp*...growing up? AHH! When did that happen? Was I too busy playing with duckies to notice?

This revelation scared the crap out of me. It came out of no where. I was eating Capt'n Crunch while reading the comics when I reached over for the business section. I stopped halfway there, realizing what I was doing. I had one of those long flash backs where one usually stares out into space for a good 3 minutes. This is the conclusion I reached:

A) Yeah, I'm getting older. But I'm also getting wiser -that's right, hand shake buzzer device. You've fooled me for the last time.

B) More responsibility = More privileges -I smell a road trip

C) I'm getting closer to independence - curfew? c'est que se?

Anyway, the reason I included the bit about my wisdom teeth was to illustrate my point. Don't grow up too fast. The teeth have gotta come out, but the doctors only pull one at a time.




And I'll be drugged.

"One day I'm gonna marry a Frosty Malt"

I went to a baseball game tonight and saw a bat fly. Not those small, winged things, but rather those large, aluminum things. The crowd's reaction was brilliant, though. We tried to stop the bat with Telekinesis and ancient chants - which sounded a lot like "ooh uuh ahh ouah owwah!". The bat didn't speak our language, though. Ironically, the only man injured was the batter's father.

Anyway, Valley beat Mason City 10-0 in the semis and moves on to play Cedar Rapids Kennedy in the finals tomorrow night (8:00 pm @ Sec Taylor)

Yeah, guess who discovered the title bar?

I probably shouldn't be posting right now. It's late, I'm tired, and no one in their right mind is going to check this thing 'till noon. For some reason, though, I feel obligated to update. Sometimes I play this fun game where I try to stay awake for no apparent reason only to show up to cross country training completely drained at 7:45 am. I don't know about you guys, but I like fighting to remain conscious while driving. Hehe, good times. Anyway, I started working for the man on Monday. It turns out "the man" is a thirty-something skinny white guy with an interest in the outdoors and a tendency to say "you know" after every other sentence. I call him Jason and he manages Active Endeavors, a local retailer selling the equipment and clothing necessary for active endeavors. Unless, of course, your endeavor of choice is streaking. Then you've already got it covered. Or rather, uncovered. err...

Enjoy this: http://www.zefrank.com/theshow/

One of the members of the Baker's Dozen (the "secret society" referenced in about me) has been in Boston, MA for the last couple of weeks studying at MIT. Naturally, we've all been e-mailing her since she left, but tomamama took it a step further. On Thurday him and Yes came over with the idea of making a video-letter thingy for her (like in blues clues...not that I've ever watched that show). Anyway, us + camera + nothing better to do = errr. You can see some of Tomamama's stuff at http://youtube.com/results?search=tomamama&search_type=search_videos. The clip at the bottom is from Thursday, but I promise that's not the real fruit of our labors.

I don't have to explain myself

This blog will now be titled "Some Assembly Required". I think it's far more fitting than controlled chaos. My life is not chaos, I do not face death on a daily basis (hmm, then again I am a crappy driver...). My identity has also been changed. I am no longer Passing For Sane, err, that is my name is no longer Passing for Sane. I mean, wait...go away leave me alone!


Henceforth I will be known as Junebug. That is all

When I have nothing better to do I often fiddle with the paint program. New rule: These little "gems" (hehe) count as posts.

My sister's boyfriend, Evan, is coming into town tomorrow. He seems cool enough, I guess. We both seem to enjoy running long distances, but that's where the similarities end. He's a year younger than Sarah and about the same size, so I guess she could take him down if she needed to. Either way, this total stranger will be sleeping in the guest room across the hall from me. I can only hope we don't get up at the same time to take a pee in the middle of the night. *shiver* so awkward.


In other news, remember when I said I thought this summer could be very interesting?


hehe, told ya so :)