so i haven't written in here in a couple weeks and you know why? cuz there's nothing to write about. i guess i'm getting kind of sick of writing about my day to day drudgery so i've resorted to only writing about special things that happen.
last night after work i went out to justin's house for what was sposed to be a pool party. unfortunatly, his gma was being a bitch and wouldn't go to sleep. cuz she was gonna stay up if we swam. so we were trying to out-smart her i guess. anywho, we got bored and left, cuz justin knew of a supposedly haunted tunnel.
we get there, and realize that there are no flashlights, oh yes, we are smart. we do have three books of matches and the remnants of a beer case.
so we walk out there and make a fire at the tunnel mouth. we walk back and we see headlights pull up where my car is parked. by the engine sound, we're thinking redneck truck. so we get up there and who the fuck is it? bobby glasser, the evans brothers, and nate staats. they were there for the same reason, only they brought pyrotechnics to enjoy it with. rock!
so we all walk back and we get to the tunnel, and we had a hard time getting people to go in. and once in, well, it's pitch black. and that's never fun.
oh well. we had roman candles and m-90s to keep us company. so we split up on the way back, and my group went through without light of talking much. not as scary as advertised, but a cool tunnel nonetheless.
music:the thing that floyd ate, fatboy slim, the police
