my REAL virgin lay

So I hare tomorrow. MY trail. This is my first trail. So, yeah, i hared with fish a couple of months ago... that really wasn't my virgin hare... I didn't get to scout... I didn't even get a say in where we laid trail... I just laid flower where I was told. But this is my trail. I thought of it... I scouted it with my mom... Then I ran it at least two more times... and tomorrow morning I get to lay it. I shopped for all the food/drinks/beer... and its all coming together. I can't sleep. It feels like its christmas and i'm a little kid again. I know the sooner I go to sleep, the sooner I'll wake up and get to lay the trail... but I just can't sleep... I'm so excited!!!! (sigh).... I guess I should try to get some sleep. I don't want any comments on this blog until after the trail... you tell me what you thought of it... be honest. I am really proud of this trail but I accept constructive criticism... after all... its all about what the people who run the trail think, right? anyway... let me know.

R.I.P.

Justin Lee McKinnerney

We will miss you.....

I hate elevators

So the first thing is you stand in front of them, waiting. Then someone else shows up. You've pressed the button already, but they always feel the need to press it again, like maybe you didn't press it hard enough or something. A few more people show up, and you all stand there in silence, trying not to make eye contact or stand near anyone else's bubble of space. You feel slight releif when the elevator door finally opens, so you rush toward it, only to be embarrassed because you're blocking the people trying to get off of the elevator. So you step aside and let them by. This is when it gets really awkward. You step into the elevator, usually close to the back to let everyone else that was standing with you on. Then there's the tangle of arms as everyone tries to push the button of the floor they want to get off at. And did someone actually push 2? WTF? You cant walk up one flight of stairs? So now there's six people in this 4x4x8 box. All staring forward, looking up occasionally to see what floor the display says we're on. Silence. 3...4...5.... (sigh of releif)... finally at the 6th floor.

I hate elevators.

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