The ledgend, as it were:
(in book form, since I might as well be as descriptive as possible)


It was a Friday night, mid-May- warm, partly sunny, and filled with the unattainable promise of summer. I was preparing for a busy, yet un-filled weekend, and had no time to do my homework but that night. Instead I chose to sit outside and try to even out my tan a bit. Unfortunately, it started drizzling. I hauled inside, and sat down online, since what else is there for one to do when there are no alternatives? My computer was working slowly, since it had been on for over five days. I IMed eLizabeth, who was sharing in many of my weekend adventures with me, and we agreed that I would to her house after I ate dinner.
I drove over to her house, listening to the wonderful sounds of Hoobastank. (their new CD, as their old one is...kinda bad...) There I found her and Kevin on the trampoline in his backyard, bouncing. I joined them and we jumped for about half an hour, until eight o'clock ish.
Then we deciedwe wanted ice cream, so we went to Mitchell's. We passed Drew on the way there, and shouted out of my car like a bunch of morons. WE got to Mitchells and ate ice cream, while drawing pictures- artworks called "Cookies and Cream, if ya knoe what I mean", "A Picture of Rob Mills", and "DQ Rocks".
By the time we (okay, I- I ate a bit slower) were done eating, we had already missd DAnny Phantom (it was 8:30- we couldn't have made it home on time) so we decided to find something to do. On the ride home, we were blasting more Hoobastank, and poorly singing along with the words, when Elizabeth said, "You know, I have always wanted to stalk someone."
"Oh, yeah...we always contemplated doing that," I laughed.
On this note, we drove down Detroit a bit, looking for an ideal person to stalk. Chosen was a blue camry, nearly identical to mine. However, about two seconds after starting the journey, they went to a side street, and we gave up- there wasn't any point to following them further. Instead of finding another person to follow, Elizabeth brought up another thing we had always wanted to do- steal an orange construction barrel. (The original plan was made Thursday- we saw a lonely one near the Mitchells on Detroit in Rocky River, and I was rather tempted to pull it through the window and make off with it.) Elizabeth knew of some construction further into Avon Lake, so we journeyed around a bit looking for it, and finally found the perfect choice at the library. It was a stranded, desolate little cone (well, really it was a huge orange barrel) near a corner, at a perfect pick-up location. Best of all, there was no one around.
Unfortunately, I was stupid, and missed the turn, and we did have to make a plan of action. We went to the Alps (a mere half a block away) and contemplated. Though we did find other, actual cones, we decided we had to get the barrel. Not that we knew what to do with it...
After loitering suspiciously around the Alps for a bit, we went for the kill. We got to the library, and made as though we were turning around. When no cars were within 1500 feet or so (or we at least couldn't see any lights) Kevin and Elizabeth jumped out. They pushed the barrel into the backseat. It was a close fit, and Kevi had to sit on the othe side, but we made it. After some frantic turning, we decided to deposit the cone to Elizabeth's boyfriend. We took the barrel, now dubbed Cone-y (even though it wasnt a cone) and descreetly left it in the middle of the street at his neighbour's house. (between him and Matt).
Depositing that barrel was a carful task. First, we had to drive by and make sure no one was home. Then, we had to actually deposite the cone. Both of these were done without headlights, and with some very fact action by Kevin and Elizabeth. then, we took a third drive-by, this time with lights on. On this third rounf, we happened to notice that the neighbours had returned, ever-so-ironicaly, and were somewhat discombobulated by the cone. They showed signs of stopping and fixing it, but it would have looked suspicious if we stopped, too. So we drove on.
The three of us decided to wait a bit, and see if they did anything with the cone. We went to Tops, where elizabeth bought gum and super glue. Well, I suppose I paid for it, so I bought gum and super glue. The guy working at the cash register (the automatic lines were closed) was named Kevin. We bonded with him, and since he liked us, he scanned his little bonus card and we got a whopping five cents off. It was pretty neat.
We then drove back by Rob's house. The neighbours had moved it to the side of the road by their driveway. It kinda sucked, but at least little cone-y is safe.
We went back to Kevin's house, trampolined a bit, and then I had to come home.


early morning tomorrow, I best be off to sleep. shhh, don't tell, Kevin and Elizabeth and I are kelptomaniacs...maniacs....

picket signs for my wicked rhymes!

yo ho
yo ho
a (kleptomaniac) pirates (oh-so-litereally) life for
~me!!!

if ya knoe what I mean...