third eye blind - god of wine

about a week ago, brent and i were standing outside looking up at the sky. a jet was rumbling by, you know how they do that, heading toward the airport. brent then pointed way up high at a jet leaving a trail of white behind it. i, stupidly, asked "how does it make that trail?" he explained how it's because of how high and how fast it's going. i pause. "so.. what kind of plane is it then?" he told me and i smacked myself. duh! i felt so stupid... the sad thing is that i know, of course, that jets do that. i've known it for a long time. however, living here where i can always see the underbelly of every plane passing overhead, i completely forgot that they don't always travel at that height. ... yeah, i was reminded of that today.
oh! and ryan ran into a bank. we sat out in the parking lot with rags and cleaner and tried to get the paint off, and eventually figured out it was easier to just scrape and peel with our bare hands. my hands are now stained black. it's neat.