Last weekend saw Dave Matthews with my girlfriend and Yoseph. They rocked. People were totally trashed. End of story.
This week I witnessed a squirrel defend himself from a hawk. The hawk swooped down from the sky and picked the squirrel up off the grass, but dropped him almost immediately. The squirrel hurried for a nearby trea and cluthched the trunk for dear life. I stood there watching as the squirrel and the hawk stared eachother down as if they were in a spagetthi western. The hawk eventually let his wings and flew away and the squirrel returned to his home above.
Not much else has been happening, but I will be updating this blog more often than I have in the past week or so.
