do you recall when we were young? we licked the summer's salty tounge
So I went to my grandma's for dinner tonight, and man that was some good freaking dinner. Chicken parm hero, mozz sticks, and some brick oven pizza from some Italian place close to my grandma's house. It was all I'd had to eat all day except for 2 granola bars, which made it even better.
When me and my dad were going to get the food tonight, he was pointing out some of the places he used to hang around at when he was growing up and what he used to do there. He always does that when we're at my grandma's house, and I usually enjoy listening to him talk. I've never heard the same story twice and he always points out different places, but the stories always include the same kinda stuff. "..used to go there all the time..did so and so...jeez what a bunch of wasted nights..." There's as much sincerity in his voice when he's talking about how awesome whatever he did was as there is regretful nostaligaishness when he says how much of a waste of time it was. I never really know what to think about it, because it always makes me think about all the stuff that I do with myself, and whether or not I'm gonna look back on it and consider it a waste of time. I sure hope not, cuz none of it seems like a waste of time now. Regrets are dumb anyway.
Oh yeah, and the weirdest thing ever happened on the way down to my grandma's. I fell asleep in the car for a few minutes, and while my eyes were closed, I heard something real weird and wondered what the hell it was. And it was me snoring. And I thought, jeez, am I snoring? And then I opened my eyes and my mom told me she could hear me snoring. So the sounds of my own snores is what woke me up. I really didn't think that was possible.
Oh and earlier today,
Quackyduck26: brooke took me shopping and drove me around and shes the coolest
When me and my dad were going to get the food tonight, he was pointing out some of the places he used to hang around at when he was growing up and what he used to do there. He always does that when we're at my grandma's house, and I usually enjoy listening to him talk. I've never heard the same story twice and he always points out different places, but the stories always include the same kinda stuff. "..used to go there all the time..did so and so...jeez what a bunch of wasted nights..." There's as much sincerity in his voice when he's talking about how awesome whatever he did was as there is regretful nostaligaishness when he says how much of a waste of time it was. I never really know what to think about it, because it always makes me think about all the stuff that I do with myself, and whether or not I'm gonna look back on it and consider it a waste of time. I sure hope not, cuz none of it seems like a waste of time now. Regrets are dumb anyway.
Oh yeah, and the weirdest thing ever happened on the way down to my grandma's. I fell asleep in the car for a few minutes, and while my eyes were closed, I heard something real weird and wondered what the hell it was. And it was me snoring. And I thought, jeez, am I snoring? And then I opened my eyes and my mom told me she could hear me snoring. So the sounds of my own snores is what woke me up. I really didn't think that was possible.
Oh and earlier today,
Quackyduck26: brooke took me shopping and drove me around and shes the coolest