ummmm...

ummm, math sucks. but being bad at it doesn't. I went to Navy this weekend with pistol. good times were had by all.. i shot alright but more than that, it was hysterical in the vans. On the way back, Alex was driving and he reallllly had to pee. we had quite the adventure with that one which ended in him pulling off the highway at an exit instead of waiting 5 more miles for the rest stop, finding a mcdonalds across the street, waiting at a red light for it to turn, beginning to pee in a cup and then realizing that the light turned green. He made it to the McDonalds but that was definitely a good time. Then, we were on 95 in Connecticut and we were just driving along and the back windsheild just BLEW OUT. it shattered. everywhere. spontaneously. it was pretty sweet. So we all piled into the big van except hayla and mike and drove back that way. Nick had a quick scare but that was all better by the time we got home. Now i'm just laughing to myself over recent events. still a bit baffled, becoming a little clearer day by day i think. 114... anywhos. i'm out to study clocks, shower and get some sleep. whispering more later.