yo, so

i start a lot of thigns like that.

had a nice weekend.  i surfed everyday since wednesday 'till saturday and finally chilled on sunday 'cause i got burned.  public service anouncement, they're serious when they say apply sunscreen 20-30 mins. before sun exposure...especially surfing around noon :)  oh well.  was nice.

partied some, movied some (dolla movies!), drank...er...kinda lots.  left a bottle of JD at my friend's house in town for frequent pregames...here we go.  and yo, so my team (fuck, did it again) finally won a game in summer league :)  not that it really bothered me.  i just like to play.  but yeah, the funniest thing was that i had NO FUCKIN' IDEA WE WERE WINNING until it was hardcapped and we 'won' 'cause we were up like six points or something.  we had one more point to play so someone said "let's put in the rookies for a Z since we already won".  i even thought i heard that wrong and had to confirm it later.  even more funny?  we were NEVER down.  someone commented that that's why i musta' been playin' so hard...and i was.  i was pretty fuckin' on it on D.  about halfway into the game my guy started chillin' near the sideline on the breakside dump...and never got the disc...i think they were keeping me outa' the point.  pissed me off so i started just yelling at people (heh) heckling and shit...i was kinda flattered, though.  that's never happened to me before....

so yeah, we won.  we cheered.  we drank.  we heckled.  we had the first of two rounds so we busted out a cooler and hit it.  at the end of the second round me and craig couldn't drive so we went to a sushi place w/ a buncha' others and ate, then got driven back.  one'a the guys payed for the whole thing...for like NINE of us....amazing.  i love ultimate.

woke up early the next morning 'cause my friend called me to go surf.  completely forgot candace was havin' a kind informal last minute 'graduation lunch' at 11:30.  i got outa' the water at 12:30 to find 3 missed calls (her) and a message (her) so i called her back, everyone was 'kinda late' anyway so i just went, it was close.  she's less irritating than she used to be, i guess.  but i still don't wanna deal with her.  too much history/pain/evil thoughts....haha.

i'm a little bastard.

heh.

spent sunday loungin' and greasin' up raimi.  finally let my mom drive 'er.  i just wanted her to do it in the daylight...and i'm never home in the day (surf).  she did fine...didn't grind my gears or anything, didn't drive like ME....haha.

oooooooh.  shitballs hit me today.  when i left work (so glad to leave today, rough day) i just hightailed it outa' there....and finally on the freeway onramp realized that i'd been on EMPTY for two days.  i tried using as little gas as possible getting to the next gas station i was absolutely sure of....went in neutral, down a hill, up a hill (the offramp) ALMOST got caught behind a bus...but it pulled out just in time....and i was gonna give it one more blast to clear an intersection and roll into the gas station......

BUT.  that last blast killed my engine 'cause there was NO gas....luckily i realized it fast enough (the power steering locked up, brakes were tough as hell.....if you've ever been stalled in a rolling car with power steering and power breaks....you know what i'm talkin' about...if not, it just gets ridiculously hard to turn the wheel or push the breaks....) and shoved the clutch in (disengage the gears, which woulda' stopped the car kinda fast).....rolled REALLY slowly (still slightly downhill) through a red light, soon enough that nobody had moved yet, and even slower into the gas station fighting my steering wheel to not hit a pump.

UNBELIEVABLE.

i filled up 20.3 gallons.  my tank is 21 gallons.  maybe being on a hill sloshed that last .7 gallons in some unusable corner of my gas tank.....either way, after filling up raimi started up and immediately died and i almost pissed my pants.  pumped the gas, started her again with LOTSA gas and she roared to life again.  *whew*

never again.  i don't have a resettable odometer.  i just have the constant one that shows how far the car's run in it's lifetime.  yay old cars......

so that was fuckin' scary.  but i'm kind of proud of how perfect it worked out.  i coulda' been up shit creek either ON THE FREEWAY or on a fuckin' freeway offramp with no gas.  yikes.

 
fun fun

safe.