While cutting the grass in the back, Austin ran over two baby bunnies with the lawnmower. Alex and I picked up their shredded bodies and put them in the trash. We searched the area for any more that might be hiding and ended up finding three others.
I've been writing a story. Maybe I'll post it. Or maybe, I'll realize that it sucks and leave it alone. I'm trying very hard to be honest about the way things happen. About the way things pan out
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Went to Barnes & Noble in Topeka after my soccer game. Spent $56 on books. Celebrated the resurrection of Christ by subsequently resurrecting my interest in Alexander Dumas.
- went to class, did poorly on quiz. - slept on couch most of afternoon. - got called for a favor. - popped bike tire on trail in OP. - played bball with scottyMat. - broke down and called parents to ask for money. - missed soccer practice. - ate an unsatisfying salad. - read Walt Whitman. - spoke too much about the future.
Okay, so I just found out that there's a Bolivian soccer club called "The Strongest" which may not rock your world, but fucking COMPLETES mine. A sweet name like FCACDC aside, why would you name your team anything but The Strongest? There can be no argument.