Today, I went toe to toe with the city of orem and I lost. Too bad. About a month ago, I rolled right through a stop sign and hit a kid on roller blades. I am not remorseful; I wasn't moving that fast. The kid hit me more so than I hit him. Anyway, I was anticipating witnesses and the kid that I hit to be available for testifying, so I wrote up some cross examination questions and what have you. I prepared a defense. But what I didn't anticipate was a surveillance video of me blowing through the stop sign. That's tough evidence to refute. So once I finished watching the video, I plead guilty. No sense in trying to dance; there wasn't any music. The judge would have found me guilty, regardless.
I did, however, ask for a copy of the video of me hitting the rollerblader for my own "personal records". So, for your viewing pleasure I present to you:
The time that I hit a rollerblader.
I only get hungry twice a day. Once at 2 pm and then another at 1 AM. Tonight, I stayed up way way way late watching The Walking Dead (I hate television. Honestly, it's all garbage. But holy smoke, The walking Dead is so so so good.). I only have three more episodes to go until I'm all caught up. Anyway, at about 1:30, I was hungry. So I went and got a number 1 at McDonalds (no pickles, obviously) with a large coke. I put August and Everything After into my CD player (mp3s are for chumps) and I drove all around. I ended up somewhere around Salem. It was a great drive. I have some things on my mind that I don't dare make public, but it involves the country Greece. And somebody's birthday.
Anyway, that's my blog for tonight.
I love you.