Finishing my Valentine weekend story...we, as in--- Kris, Will, Andrew, Daniel, and I, all shoved in Andrews redneck V-8 truck to go hunting for a ghost. Supposedly there is this ghost off of exit 199 on I-26...you go back some off the wall road into a buncha mudd and this light starts coming to at you. It goes out, you turn on your lights, nothing there, turn off your lights and next thing you know it is 100 feet in front of you coming straight for you. We got there, and some stupid people were mudding, so we didn't see jack shit.
Headed back to Andrews dorms, when we stopped to get alcohol. A 40 of Corona later, and half a Triple Black, Kris and I climbed into Andrews top bunk. Yes we had sex in a random dorm room, in a very Christian school. Where neither us, or the alcohol was allowed.

Finally sleep arrived, or the lack of. Woke up 4 hours later to drive Will back to his hotel room, and drove home. Did nothing but sleep the rest of the day.. I think thats all I did. I don't remember much.

Tonight I stayed after work to build up my Schwinn as a Single-Speed. Everything went well, Monkey bars, Ti Avid levers, Salsa stem, deore cranks, my paul wheelset... everythings done. I goto test ride, and totally forget that the guy that laced them for me didn't tension/true the wheels.. Yes I'm sad, and dissappointed with myself, all my fault though. HMPH.