.......I tried to get a wordpress, because I feel more creative when I'm not surrounded by people who make their blogs emo and screamo, but...eh.

Mainly it's because wordpress doesn't like my computer, and as such, it's kinda hard to write good, meaningful things when, well, you're computer is barfing up the site.

Anyways, I would like to recount the experiences of today.  Today is a good day to write about, because it's actually interesting.

In the morning, I went to church.  I do this every Sunday morning.  You don't need to hear about this.

In the afternoon, I went rock climbing.  I rarely go rock climbing.  And this part, you REAAALLY need to hear about.

So, rock climbing.  What are you thinking?  Like, some stupid boys climbing on some boulders?  Or like, doing sissy pants stuff, like going to a gym with a plaster rockwall and ropes, so that it doesn't hurt too much when you fall onto the padding below?  Nope.  Not that either.

My friend drove me to a fucking cliff.  Like, wtf.  And this cliff wasn't your average cliff.  This cliff is tall.  If you fall down, you either die, or you wish you were dead.  And this cliff is made of CRACKED ROCKS.  I'm not kidding.  My friend made rockslides with the shit he broke off the cliff.

But me?  I'm stupid.  So I do it anyways.  A good rule to follow is the "One Hand Rule"  This is, you always have at least one hand on a solid hold, in case you FALL.  Yea?  Good rule to know?  Abso-fucking-lutely. 

It saved my life.  Not even an exaggeration.

I was at this one part where, I was facing out, into the valley, with my back to the cliff, and both hands one something.  BUT, whatever I put my left hand on, was really sucky.  It broke.  Thanks, rock, way to try to KILL ME.  And I like, did a 180 spin and like, was holding onto dear life with my right hand.  I didn't even think about how dangerous that was at the moment, but looking back, if I did not follow the rule well, or like, if whatever I had my right hand on was also sucky, that means no more Takemoto.  No more Spiffy.  And no more Stephen Chu.

Probably would've been good news to a few people who don't like me, but, would've sucked majorly for me, that's for sure.

But the moral of the story is...THAT WAS SO FUCKING AWESOME!!! NEAR DEATH FOR THE WIN!!!

And then, I went to a park, where a bird pooped on me.  I hate birds.  Went to a church meeting.  yes, another one.  ate at the Olive garden.

End of my day.

Damn, I'm glad to be alive.  woo.