Avenue C & Eagle Drive

Spent the first two hours of my Sunday at the lovely Firestone Car Care Center, getting my oil changed again after the guy last time left on my original oil filter. I probably won’t be stopping my there again.

Love how it decided to rain today. I think of it as a reward for putting up with the 100+ degree days through the week. A good reward, I say.

The 4th wasn’t too particularly exciting. All of my friends were doing something else, so I just stood on the second floor walkway of my apartment building and watched the Fouts Field fireworks show. I did finally meet someone who actually lives in my building that evening. A couple, actually. They went to the Sack-&-Save parking lot to see the fireworks, but soon returned to good ‘ol Campus Square and realized that they had a better view. Nice folks.

I thought about taking a stab at writing a book sooner or later on Friday night. I really cool idea came to me about my old high school and the athletic department’s stranglehold on almost every aspect of it. About how those coaches that always appear wholesome in the public eye but always seem to be lowdown rats at the end of the day. Yes, you can now assume I was not an athelete. You’d be right. I was an academic guy, always getting the short end of the stick when UIL competition came around and there was no money left. Hopefully I can capitalize on this idea instead of let it sit and dry up in my mind like I usually do.