daredevil

I'm so picky with designing my layout. I spent my three hours in the Tech center on Wednesday night working on the blog layout instead of working on Excel. hehehehehe. It was so fun. Every time I looked up, another hour had passed by. I kept rearranging things, recoloring, etc... ugh, the whole thing looked so wrong for like an hour until I deleted ONE single little detail. Then suddenly everything fit together. Weird. Anyway, I have to go and remember how to make a webpage with HTML... ugh.



Today I went to UCSC to visit Curtis! hehheh. I took bus 25 (the bus driver looked like wang lee hom...) to the lightrail and then the lightrail to Diridon, and then bus 17 to SC. On the way, we passed by the Lexington (?) reservoir, which is really no longer a reservoir anymore..just dried up dirt.



Anyway!! I climbed tree 9 with Curtis and his roommates. It's basically this really tall tree with lots of bare branches sticking out. The branches are really smooth, so it's kind of scary when you're trying to grip on it with your shoes. AND IT GOES SO HIGH!! did I mention that yet? I was supposed to go up after Curtis and his roommates, but I couldn't make it past the top of the ladder...lol.. so sad. Luckily Shawn (?) didn't go up either, heehee. He went halfway up and told me to tell everybody that he climbed up to the top of the ladder. lol. I hung around waiting for Curtis and everybody else to come back down.

After they left, Curtis pushed me to go back up again. And I really did want to go back up; after all, it's not every day you get to climb a tree that's more perfect for climbing. omg. I felt like I was going to die up there. One slip on a branch and you could go crashing down through the branches and onto the HARD ground. Or break your neck. Or your back. (I'm getting chills right now, geez.) I only got 3/4 of the way to the top before I gave up (stupid Curtis reached the top twice today. It's okay, I still love you). On the way down, I got really freaked out--because basically you're finding your footing on the branch below you, while staring down at the ground that's FARRR far down--and started informing Curtis of the contents of my nonexistant will. Once we reached the ground = sweet safety.

But that was fun. I'd like to climb the tree again!! And actually reach the top... but for now I'll just be satisfied with going 3/4 the way.

I got to thinking. I never really noticed, but "daredevil" is exactly what it means: daring the devil to come, or tempting death by doing dangerous things. like climbing the tree!

On the ride home, two things happened:

1) Bus 17 broke down, so we had to wait for another bus to come sweep us back to San Jose,

and

2) There was a dude on the bus wearing makeup and a french maid outfit complete with tights....

lol. I admire his bravery for going out in that ensemble, but if I were him, I would be afraid of getting jumped. Truly daring.