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Here I am typing away, and the last post was what, 2 days ago? But it's not every night you have 2 siblings sleeping, 2 parents gone, Fanta in your cup, and homework to put off until tomorrow! How I spoil you.

Well, before I go any further, this did not look like it was going to be a good day. I had to wake up at the crack of dawn (that's "crack of dawn" Will time-known to the layperson as 7:30) in order to do a practice of a practice to something that's important. The PSAT. Going strictly against my "only go to school during school hours-or less" rule, I did get up in the wee hours of the morning and drag myself to school. After an agonizing and excruciating 3 hours, I got up from my chair and walked home. It was actually really easy. But that doesn't make for a good story now, does it?

I'd like to take this time to pay homage to the letter E. I have had a love-hate relationship with the little feller since about, say, 8:15 this morning. It's a good-lookin' letter no doubt, and one of the most often used in our language, yet as I opened my test booklet this morning, I was suprised to see a lot more E's than I wanted to. He was at the end of every A B C D option! But, after the initial flood of hatred of the letter's ability to make each question that much harder, I found myself rooting for the poor thing. He's obviously new in town, why not give him a warm welcome? I'd like everyone reading this to stand up and give a hearty shout of "E!" for all around you to hear.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the now E-xhausted (see what I did there??) me has a stomach growling with the intensity of 713 enraged Steve Carells. And dad, saving the day, suggests we go out to eat. Oh, and one other little thing afterwardGO KARTING. I have loved go karting, in my 3 time experience with the activity, and I'd heard good things about the karting joint (what do you call a go karting place?) in Dakar. So, me, dad, Caleb, and a tired from a sleepless night at school Sam head on over to Caesar's for some grub. After several experiences with Dakar eaterys, I've come to a conclusion about Quebec french to Dakar french phrases. "Sans sauce", which means no sauce in Quebec, apparently mean "please put a lot of any kind of sauce on my food and lather it on so it's impossible to get it off of anything on my plate." Make a mental note of that, who knows when it might pop up in a trivia game?

So after my skimpy on chicken-but full on flavor! chicken burger, we drove over to "Karting!" It's a bit pricey, but once I sat in that 2 foot tall car-thing, I knew it was going to be worth every penny of the money that wasn't mine. We took off, and I was lapping the rest of the 3 people on the track in no time. The karts were fast, the windwas flowing through my recently neutered hair, and the drifting was aplenty, and after 2 more sessions, it was time to head home. The place was awesome, I'd give it an A+, there was even a guy who sort of spoke english!!

So, to recap, it was a good day. And now, I get to tackle the monstrous task of rganizing my iTunes library. A fall cleaning, if you will. And I will.


-Will



P.S.- 1000 Will points to anyone who actually stood up and shouted "E". Redeemable at Will stores across the country.

P.S.S.- Dad went on a bit of a killing spree last night and valiantly took down 2 cockroaches, bringing the total to 13!! Way to help the cause, dad!



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