Sometimes I just don't listen.

I have to go to court tomorrow. A few months ago I saw some chick get hit by a car on Cedar Shoals and so, naturally, I pulled over to see if she was ok. She yelled at me. Anyhow, now I have to go to court and testify or something. I'm afraid I'm going to miss my badminton tournament. I hope not. Dave K is counting on me and my amazing skills with the racquet. So maybe court will only take 30 minutes or so...

This weekend I went to my sister's soccer game. I saw my old soccer coach/US history teacher, which was cool. I always thought he was gay but apparantly he's not because he and his wife just had their second baby 6 weeks ago. I mean, I guess it could just be a cover but I don't think it is. After the soccer game D-bo and I had a car-washing party. I told him it was gonna rain but he insisted and I didn't have anything else to do. So I had a clean car for about 4 hours or so. It was nice while it lasted.

Today Paul's brother Christian told me that Che (Guevara) was a pretty crappy guy and that the whole story of Motorcycle Diaries was really made up for the most part. I tried to play it off, but inside I was hurting. I really liked that movie and now I feel as if I have been fooled. Perhaps I'll just go on liking it and pretend that Christian's just a big liar. After all, he DID like Robots, which was one of the dumbest movies I've seen in awhile.