As of September 26th I'll be leaving for Salzburg, Austria! I'll be there until the beginning of July. A good question is whether ANYONE will visit this site between now and then. I'm betting, "NO!". Regardless, that's how the world stands right now. College = Fun, and I'm going to miss watching the freshmen strive to adjust (trying to look at a map of the campus without anyone seeing is hilarious. hell, it was hilarious when I did it, but it's more hilarious now that I can navigate the campus drunk.)

Well, I'll probably update this site again in another year, by which time I'll have been to Austria and come back. Until then, happy trails, and don't forget to dip the chips...it's in the bag.

p.s. Greg has a steady girlfriend now. Will wonders never cease? He also watches anime racing, whatever the hell that is, so I dunno whether he's really come forward in life or not. Only time will tell.

At first I just sat there and looked at my old playground, and finding that my memory was erasing the add-on playground equipment for me. Soon it was like I was back in 1992...except taller. I turned off the car and got out, taking a small walk to the slide, running my hand along it, thinking of huge lines and people yelling to hurry it up. Further along was the old swing-set, and it was almost eerie as the swings swung in the breeze and I could almost hear children laughing and playing. I sat down and felt huge, but the swing still fit pretty well and I rocked back and forth for awhile, but I couldn't bring myself to swing like I used to. Then I came to a large dome-like structure, large to me in 1992, a little shorter than me now, and I remember climbing up and feeling like I was on top of the world. The teeter-totters had been worked on, but the metal was the same. Now they had plastic seats where the old ones I remember as metal. The monkey-bars were still there, and I remember my friends swinging around on those things every recess. But I guess what made me feel nostalgic the most was something we never played with or on, or even really noticed- there was this old net that had been dumped into the side of the woods a year or two before I even went to school there, and it was there for the few years that I went. But even after a whole ten years, no one has moved that thing. It's still sitting there almost exactly as it was!\

Ghosts of children running by with captured kites fallen from the sky, and dust storms on the basketball "court", filled my vision. My old friend playing MC Hammer and Billy Ray Cyrus (or whatever) out of his brand new cd boombox (we didn't even know what cd's were). Snow angels and tall grass in which you could crawl and never be seen. Playground weddings and divorces. Cooties and playground romance, all whirling away like a leaf on the breeze. I just shook my head and I walked away with only a parting glance at the rusted slide. As I got back in the car, the add-on equipment came more into focus, and I noticed that a whole extra building had been added on to the school. I turned on the radio and drove away, and the first line out of the speakers was something along the lines of "the years have been moving and it's safe to say I've changed".

*LAUGHS OUT LOUD* Well, I can honestly say I didn't think it'd almost be a year before I updated this site again. That's life I suppose. Anyway, some new news! X (or is it Y?...the submissive one) has reportedly been attending an all girls college. Hmm...who'd of thought?

TRIP MADNESS #1 - BOSTON, MA - NOVEMBER, 2001

Okay, in November and shortly after going all over the state with Andrew to check out various colleges, I found myself REALLY wanting to go on a road trip. In the end I found that Andrew, Greg, and Scott wanted to go. The plan was to take Andrew's van down with him, Scott and I- then meet Greg in Boston.

Off we went, leaving Scott's at around 1pm. I hadn't been out of the state since 1996, and was truly looking forward to the adventure. While Andrew drove the entire way, Scott and I played cards or engaged in discussion. We stopped at a rest area near the border so Scott could get a lighter and then continued into New Hampshire. Scott also had an unsuccessful mission to try and moon a hot chick. After a quest to find a mall so we could enjoy tax-free shopping (which was a failure) we raced to try to get to Boston on time (6pm). The race followed a stop at a dunkin' donuts where Scott proceeded to take a leak right in front of the van on the pavement...ew?

The annoying thing (the first annoying thing) was that we would have made it had the GOD-*$&# FUC*$(G EXPRESSWAY NOT BEEN INSANE!!!. Needless to say you can tell that I hate that expressway. We were all annoyed (except Andrew, who loved the driving) and we all had to seriously urinate as well. To make matters worse, we pass our exit (we weren't sure if it was right) and had to take another exit down the expressway and then backtrack. We also had to stop at a shell gas-station where a nice guy gave us directions how to get to the damn chamberlain bridge (or something like that, maybe cumberland, I dunno.)

We arrived at the Radisson in Cambridge at 8pm and were relieved to find that Greg hadn't checked in. Now we could yell at him for being late! After waiting about an hour, we decided to grab something to eat at the in-hotel Japanese restaurant. Let me encourage you- if you are EVER in CAMBRIDGE, go to the RADISSON HOTEL on MEMORIAL DRIVE and get some JAPANESE FOOD AT THE RESTAURANT!!! It was REAL GOOD to say the least. The food was a little pricy, but was well worth it in taste AND portions. They cook it right in front of you, and let me tell you- delicious!

Okay, so it's getting to be 10:00pm, the time the restaurant closes, and we decided to go out to the van to wait. We paid our bill and went outside. BTW, Scott had fried rice and a coke, Andrew and I got the chicken habatchi dinners (or something like that). There we sat back and waited in the cold until ELEVEN FUC&$^# THIRTY! We said "screw it!" and went inside, getting ourselves a room and promising to beat the crap out of Greg when he arrived.

Approximately a half an hour later, the rooms phone rings. Guess who? GREG! He's in the lobby and has the balls to ask "Why didn't you guys wait for me?" Ass. Anyway, he comes up and we finally got to relax. I won't bore you with details, but suffice to say we decided it was better not to go out on the town. Oh, and Scott puked once in the bathroom and once out a 15th floor window. The fried rice looked about the same.

We drove home the next morning after a fruitless quest to find a burger king (I love breakfast there), as well as a pizza which we got instead. Greg drove off to Connecticut to see some girl. We got home, and that was that.

END TRIP MADNESS #1

I'll tell you about the trip to Daytona Beach for Spring Break, 2002 tomorrow! (or someday soon, probably not 11 monthes ;P )