Grocery run

I walked to grocery store today. It was a brisk, wet evening; just about 8:00. I walked down there for some pancake syrup and spreadable butter. No, I wasn't about to eat pancakes; I had just had a glorious coldcut sandwich. I just knew I needed them for whenever I would eat pancakes or toast some bread. The only syrup we have is real syrup, not the sugary kind. It's in a glass bottle and everything. I think it was like 10 dollars. It's my roommate's though and I feel bad when I drown my cakes in a bath of his exquisite maple syrup. Freshly spiked from the forests of Vermont. Whenever I think of maple syrup I think of Norman Rockwell paintings. I guess there's something whimsical about walking out into a forest of maple trees and spiking them, then making maple syrup on the stove all day. Although I don't think they do that much anymore. It all goes through a bunch of machines to get the bugs and dirt out of it and add sugar and boil it and everything. I've never been to Vermont, but this is the picture I have of it. A lot like the picture on the state quarter. I'm glad that my home state of North Dakota has wheat and a buffalo on their quarter. I guess that's what we're famous for.

Puddin'

I made pudding for the very first time today. I was at the good old soup kitchen with nothing to do, so I accumulated all the little boxes of pudding together and dumped 'em all in a big kettle an cooked 'em. It was the biggest pot of puddin' you've ever seen! It made me drool, but not the food. I tried to catch it on my shirt, which looked pretty gross, especially when there was a spit string connecting my mouth to my shirt. I hate when that happens! Yuk. I remember I was in class one time in college and I fell asleep. No big deal right? But, when I woke up, there was a massive spit string from my mouth to my chest. Not attractive Wesley. How are you going to attract college girls that way! BTW, I have a dating coach inside of me that guides me through situations such as the one just described. Anyway, my computer mouse is the same as my roommates and they're on the same table, so he gets confused sometimes. It's really funny when he tries to use my mouse to opperate his computer and finds that nothing is happening. Then he gets scared, but I don't tell him that it's not his mouse. I let him figure it out on his own.

My rock climbing adventure

So I just moved into a new place about a week ago. I am what some people call "the guy on the couch." I'm living with a couple of great guys my age and I love it. My old place was just about the complete opposite, living with a middle-aged couple and I usually went to my room and facebooked at night. I was in a big routine, but now everyday is an adventure. One such adventure I partook in took place at a very cold Smith Rock (my snot was running down my face that morning, but it warmed up). Yes, my roommates are very avid rock-climbers and my initiation was to go climbing with them, which I hesitated with at first, but gave in under pressure. I know nothing about rock-climbing except that you have to grab rocks and pull yourself up and that there are things called carabiners that some people use to attach their water bottle to things so it doesn't get lost. (I don't even really know if you're supposed to hyphenate "Rock-climbing" or not). So I get there to the parking lot overlooking Smith Rock in all it's glory. It was a cold morning so everyone's got their "North Face" vests and other garb of the rock climbing culture, and there I stood with my nike shoes and a jacket I didn't care about getting dirty. I felt very out of place. Well, I was enjoying myself until I started climbing. First, I tried to get these really tight shoes on that are evidently supposed to smash your toes. Well, my toes felt smashed and I stood there staring up at the rock wall with the best poker face I could muster at the moment. I had already felt embarrassed about being so new to the whole thing. When the moment came, I spit in both hands, rubbed them together and jumped onto that dang wall. I hung there on the wall quivering and held on for dear life for about two seconds before I fell right on my keister. I tried a few more times, but didn't get much higher. Defeated, I backed off and followed my buddies to the next face. I actually ended up climbing up to the first bolt on the second face and did OK that day. I also ended up eating all the granola bars we brought and drinking not only my water, but much of everyone else's water too. I also answered my cell phone once which evidently is taboo if you're out in nature with a bunch of hippies around.

no toast?

I'm really sad today because I can't make toast anymore. No, I didn't lose my cognitive ability to make toast. There was no mystical basketball I touched that took my talent, like in space jam. Actually, we dont' have a toaster in the new apartment I moved into. I thought I was really brilliant when I thought to just pump up the oven to full blast to cook the defenceless little slice of bread. However, I just ended up drying it out completely. It was really sick and the butter was really hard so it tore the bread in half. I sulked. So now making eggs will really be an awkward and incomplete process without any bread. I'll miss you toast.

Myspace Memories

So I officially unearthed my old myspace account last night. I started it in 2005 and it kind of fizzled out of my life when I started facebook about three years later. My profile song was gone and somehow the layout was different. Fortunately, my video of ants eating a centipede was still going strong. In the midst of my archeological dig, I dusted off the old myspace blog. It's funny how excited I was about the whole thing at the time. I wanted to post my first blog ever, so here it is:

<===[= Welcome to my blog =]===>

Captain's log:

this is my first blog entry. I'm in the computer lab with frantic students all around me--it must be paper season...

today I got my new cast, too bad it's just like the old one, only more uncomfortable. I was really hoping for a cast that people could write on, but oh well.

I love the Captain's log thing. I suppose it was appropriate for the adventure I was embarking on. Speaking of adventures, I went climbing the other day. First time I've ever been climbing. I'll talk more about that in another post.

weird dream

I had a dream the other night that I was driving my car and I must have accidentally turned on the windshield wiper fluid because a bunch of water started spraying all over the windshield and the wipers were not wiping it off. And for some reason it was a massive deluge of water and it was happening when I was driving down a mountain pass. So I had to literally go under my dashboard and find a button among all the other switches and levers (everything was shiny and made a brass by the way) to find the button for the water. I found it and we were on our way. I forgot where I was going though.