Archive for July, 2008
Tired bee won’t let go of car
My mom and I were in the car driving home and I noticed from the rearview mirror that something was on a window. Because I was looking at the mirror, it was a little hard to determine which window it was in, but I had to lean around before I could finally see that the thing on the window was a bee on my mom’s side. My mom tried to get the bee to fly away because she didn’t want it to be in our garage (similar to not wanting to go home if someone is following you). Tapping on the window did not scare the bee away. Driving faster made the bee cling on (cling on to what?!) even more. This was a persistent bee.
I finally had to get a bookmark that was handy and place it in front of the bee. He slowly and curiously climbed onto the bookmark and then I placed him in our own version of the “grassy knoll” (wink wink).
I think he was dying. I’ve never seen a bee so lethargic.
How does a bee’s legs stick onto slippery glass?
Happy Fouth of July
This is the first 4th of July that I’ve spent with friends! It was very chill and I got to eat some good old American grill foods. Henry insisted we try crumpling up potato chips and putting them in our hot dog. It is really “delicious”, as he would say. I suggest you all give it a try too.
We play Rock Band for most of the day. I spent more time singing because that’s the job least people want to do. It’s relatively easy following the cursor for me, since, lets face it, I don’t know most of the song well.
My best dorky friends ever.
We call this song, The Emo Song, and my friend Philip sings it pretty well! His voice is a lot like the original at times. We are fortunate this time to have two token white guys hand out with us! <: P.
Here are the fireworks. The regional lake near our house had fireworks every year. It’s enlightening to see it from another angle because it looks very far away, but my friend’s house still has a good view. The fireworks were stopped in the middle because a house was on fire. From where I was, you could see the orange glow coming from the nearby hill and smoke rising out. An hour later, the fireworks resumed. The house turned out to be 2 streets down from where another one of my friends lived.
To give some perspective, the hill to the right has houses on top.
While we waited for the fireworks to come back on, though we never knew it would ever, we sat on the driveway talking about the past, since I had known most of these guys since middle school. Here is an interesting story about Phil. It’s about the time when Blake beat up Philip after jumping to conclusions. Blake is the tallest guy I’ve ever known and Philip is the nicest guy ever too.