Climb a tree :

I know I might forget much while typing this : and will leave things out : but what little I do put in will be grand ... a summation of this Jimmoi day : we ran into Mike <: whom will possibly soon be added to the board :> and then Brice ... The plan was to go to jimmi's house and then to my own : ... we hopped into our respective cars and the fun began.

When we got to Jimmoi's house : me and mike stood outside his door : awaiting his return : when we heard him in the garage : we went to the garage : he was getting a cooler for the sodas we had : so i went in and got the cooler and brought it to the trunk . . .

and then his parents came in. at first one of them. his father was rather calm, cool, and ok about whatever it is he was talking to jimmoi about : which sounded like $$ ( why do you think i fsking hate money? ) and then his mother came in. She wailed at him about giving him and/or showing him money. And WAILED some more. She was YELLING at him. Eventually he had no choice but to yell back : in which resulted in his father yelling at him for yelling and "not talking in a manner which is appropriate" ... the hypocracy couldn't have been at a higher peak.

then all of a sudden his mother was yelling at me and mike. something about we're the reason he's not a good boy. we're BAD BAD kids! ... like we influence him to do drugs or anal sex or something like that... buh.

brice and zach showed up and i waved them away from jimmoi's house to a building site : where we proceeded to hack things with axes that Brice happened to have : then jimmoi was done with his parents : came by - informed us that the police were called : and now jimmoi seems to be "out on a limb" ...

all in all we took it lightly : either because jimmoi know's he isnt "REALLY" given the boot from his nest : or because that's how he deals with things : calmly : because any other manner is a waste of time, emotion, and strength. got to give the J-ster ( ah hah ) props.

After we gathered together at my house we played some Unreal Tournament ... it was much fun : and the deaths were plenty. Then we got it into our head to utilize the axes that Brice had and to CHOP DOWN A TREE. Merely because we could, I mean we had the axes : why not?

So we drove away : found a tree : and slowly ( mostly zach however - because the rest of us were either stupid, lazy, weak : or all three ) chopped the mofo to the ground. It creaked and snapped and then hit it with a thud. A loud "HURRAH" came from the group as we saw the greeny blob hit the dirt. Ahhh, yes. It's something that must be done to be understood.

After that we went to the mini-mall on ft. lewis : where stupid slipknot kids were looking at us all funny : so loudly we spoke of how we'd go camping and have much anal sex : and that we needed ice to reduce the swelling : and people / the slipknot kids looked at us funny : but it was all good : because they were stupid anyway.

Then we took a long drive out to the bridge of Nisqually. We threw rocks into the river and watched them splash : then we threw them onto other rockes and said "BIG BOOM GO! YUM! FUN!" and then we got the idea of playing Hide-And-Go-Seek with a toy-guy, which ironically didn't work out all that well : and sucked majorly.

There was something written under the bridge dated '50, so brice and I decided to make our own mark as well. Brice used a pen. I used a rock to IMPRINT my name : MUD Into the rock. You'd be amazed how long it takes to chip rock with another rock just to make three blasted letters. it is rather time consuming. kudo's to those who make rock-letter-books.

after nisqually the day ended with a usual night-at-Shari's, with Jimmoi being treated as he couldn't pay for anything : being broke. Brice and Mike hit it off : and a band-member talked to us. All in all : with varied discussions and debate about life, liberty, music, the future, and philosophy in general : it was a good night.

We went to Fred-meyer for purposes of tradition and/or habit only and began to formulize the concept of a Movement ... it seemed fantastic at the time : and hopefully we'll be able to pull it off. However I still don't believe we have that "stable" of a philosophical and/or political standpoint to be a "movement" ... I wonder what classifies a "movement" anyway? Hum.

after mike left us we just came back to my house to drink jones : play Unreal Tournament : and fall to sleep. The -best- part of all was the irony of Zach's Jone's quote :

Climb a tree.

what if the tree is already on the ground? heh.