Barackoburgers

Okay, so I'm bad with commitment. I actually won 2nd in a district chess meet when I was in sixth grade, though, so I think that makes up for it.  I'm sure you see my logic.

I was standing in the middle of a field with five other brothers and sisters, all of us with a heavy ball in our hand.  We were playing bocce, see?  It's a game of immense skill requiring rapid reflexes compounded with agility, strength, speed, and dexterity.  Of course, it turns out I'm a skull-crusher when points are concerned.  The good Lord has gifted me with a talent - (insert joke about ''ball handling'' or ''playing with my balls'' here) - and I'll be damned if I don't use it!

Whilst playing this fabulous game, however, we met a guy named Leaf.  What the fuck kind of name is Leaf, by the way?  This guy, he seemed drunk or high or crizacked out or what have you, but we invited him to play some rounds with us, and he'd just use his frisbee instead of a bocce ball.  It was pretty good, aside from some failed co-op juggling attempts with Mikey...  Oh, and once, when we finally got out of that field and into some shade, Leaf says, "Ready?" and grins real big, and then flings the jack right back into the same damn field.  But he was cool, and he wasn't too bad with his frisbee, either.  And need I mention that Jared and I (we were on teams) totally took first?  No, I didn't really think so either.

It's pretty late out right now, and there's a thunderstorm outside.  Oh and hey, I had an interview at The Bijou on Saturday.  It went pretty well and I'm hoping to hear from them by Tuesday.  I'm feeling pretty confident about it, but I'll put a post up as soon as I hear something.

I'm sleepy, and I'm gonna doze off with a PS2 controller in my hand...