yesterday, i had the single wierdest food-related accident ever. i wanted a little something to snack on since i had not eaten lunch, so i was going to have some ranch style beans with some tortilla chips. well, when i opened the can of beans, there was a huge explosion that sent stuff flying everywhere, including into my eyes. in my moment of panic, i remembered what they trained us to do in the science lab in high school, so i ran to the sink (ok, more like i stepped the one step to the sink because i have a small kitchen) and started spashing water in my eyes, the whole time wondering if a person can get botulism through the eyes. as i was washing out my eyes, i looked over at the can...which looked like something out of a horror movie. it was alive. the contents of the can were bubbling over and making all sorts of crazy gurgling sounds. imagine a shaken up can of coke being opened, but it's not coke, it's beans, and why the hell is it bubbling like that because, as far as i know, there isn't carbonation in ranch style beans. so for a while i just stood there staring at the bubbling gore. for those of you who don't know, the bacteria that causes botulism releases gasses, and that's why the can exploded and such. well, the explosion sent beans and bean juice all over my kitchen, up on the cabinets and even on the ceiling. i was scared to try to make anything else, so i went to sonic and got some cheese fries.

last night was the corn maze adventure with amy, brandon, kala, sonia, and jackie. of course, we didn't get out there until way after dark, so that made it all a bit more interesting. about half way through the first part of the maze, one of the guys working the maze started follwing us around and "helping" us. it got really creepy. he would be following us for a bit, then all of a sudden he would pop out right in front of us and try to give us directions. it's nice that the weather finally feels more like october, even if it is only at night when the temperature drops. on the way out of the maze, we all did some freestyle walking on the hay bales. then we were off to amy's and kala's house to watch Jack Frost -- "he's chillin. he's killin." watchout friends because "hell has frozen over." yes, it actually had that printed on the box.

i kinda rushed home after the movie because i was expecting a call at 5am to substitute teach today. yeah, that didn't happen. i guess that's how my life is gonna be for a while...wake up way too early and sit around for the next 5 hours waiting for a phone call that may or may not come. but when it does, that means a quick $60. but i'm going to enjoy my freedom today to do some reading (mark spragg's Where Rivers Change Direction) and work on my syllabus for next week's class.

man, that's so deck.

last night amy and kala and brandon and i went to the strip. amy had her hair pulled up and was wearing a tan colored suede-like coat with wool looking material on the collar and ends of the sleeves with a brown vintage tshirt underneath and dark blue jeans with little square pockets on the front of them. she and i got a bottle of martini-rossi asti champagne and brandon and kala got some rolling rock. we drove south on quaker until it turned into a dirt road, then pulled off to the side to cuddle under blankets in the back of brandon's truck, drink, and look at the stars. there was one of those big metal power-line poles close to where we parked, and we could hear the current from the wires surging through it. the wind was really cold, so we tried to sit low enough in the bed of the truck that the wind wouldn't hit us. after about thirty minutes, amy got really cold, so she and i went and sat in the cab of the truck. we stayed out there for several hours, and kala seemed to get pretty buzzed off of her beers, so she and brandon were having a good time flirting and such. amy and i talked about a lot of things while we were sitting there. at one point we even were talking about future situations that referenced us being married. kala kept having to pee, so she would go squat in front of the truck to do it (it was very dark outside and we were parked on a dirt road that ran between two flat, open, treeless fields). the second time she walked up there to pee, i told amy to honk the horn, which solicited the desired response of a yell from kala. amy was really tired and wanted to go home, but kala and brandon wouldn't get out of the back of the truck, so amy stole brandon's keys, and we started to drive with them in the bed of the truck. after driving a bit down the road, we asked if they wanted to stay in there, and they said yes, so amy kept driving. all was well until we got to my apartment complex and amy was going through the gate. she swung the truck wide to try to get into a parking space, but she did so before she was past the gate. for a split second, i saw what was about to happen, and i blurted out something, but it was too late, the truck clipped a huge metal pole that supports the gate and, since the truck was still moving forward, the pole scraped down the whole side of the truck, making an awful sound mixed of screetching and bending metal. i don't think anyone but me realized how bad the damage was going to be before we got out and looked at it. amy felt really badly about the situation, and we all tried to think up ways of lying to the insurance company to get it covered, but in the end, we decided it would be better just to tell the truth. amy and kala went home, and brandon and i played ghost recon on playstation2 for a while.