Biaaatch
All in all today was a pretty active, yet mediocre day. I woke up at like 7:30am so I could accompany my mom and little brother to an American Revolution battle re-inactment. It was supposed to start at 9am, but it turns out that my mom's teacher instructed her wrong, and the events didn't actually start taking place until 11. Not only this, but the main reason we went; to see people fake die, didn't even take place. There was no "battle reinactment". Just some pro-U.S. propaghanda and a cannon fired off into the woods once or twice. So we ditched out of that biatch at like noon, once we found out that the trip was a major bust.
After that we decided that we didn't want our day to be a total waste by sitting around the house, so it was I who made the call for us to go to Wilmington. We arrived there about thirty or fourty five minutes later and we proceeded to make our way to the beach. That was pretty sweet. People were surfing, so we watched them for a few minutes from the pier. There's a Rusty© surfboard out back in the building with my name on it that needs a little repair work, so I may or may not have been inspired to sand out the knicks and cuts and make surfing a new past-time once the warm weather rolls around. I mean the beach is only like 40 minutes away. I think I've developed enough balance and timing required through skateboarding for the past four years.
We left the beach a little while later and we decided that we would make a final stop at the U.S.S. North Carolina. So we took a tour of that. That was some pretty cool stuff, I wish I'd just taken my camera. I saw quite a few photo opportunities throughout the day but I didn't have the means to realize them. We left from there at about five and finally got back to the house.
Zac and Scott from Lumberdumb came by the house at about 8, and we went to Burger King. No salt in the entire restaurant? Well shit. I made them pay for their grave mistake with multiple messes. Nickels + Pepper Shakers <= Punch to the face.
Lumberton sucks, so we went by WalMart and fucked shit up. I'm pretty sure at least 50 people suffered concussions from us bombing them from 6 aisles away with baked canned goods. Rode around Lumberton for a while afterwords, and finally found myself back in front of my computer.
I haven't talked to you in over 24 hours and it makes me sad.
P.S. Harry Stone rocks your face.
After that we decided that we didn't want our day to be a total waste by sitting around the house, so it was I who made the call for us to go to Wilmington. We arrived there about thirty or fourty five minutes later and we proceeded to make our way to the beach. That was pretty sweet. People were surfing, so we watched them for a few minutes from the pier. There's a Rusty© surfboard out back in the building with my name on it that needs a little repair work, so I may or may not have been inspired to sand out the knicks and cuts and make surfing a new past-time once the warm weather rolls around. I mean the beach is only like 40 minutes away. I think I've developed enough balance and timing required through skateboarding for the past four years.
We left the beach a little while later and we decided that we would make a final stop at the U.S.S. North Carolina. So we took a tour of that. That was some pretty cool stuff, I wish I'd just taken my camera. I saw quite a few photo opportunities throughout the day but I didn't have the means to realize them. We left from there at about five and finally got back to the house.
Zac and Scott from Lumberdumb came by the house at about 8, and we went to Burger King. No salt in the entire restaurant? Well shit. I made them pay for their grave mistake with multiple messes. Nickels + Pepper Shakers <= Punch to the face.
Lumberton sucks, so we went by WalMart and fucked shit up. I'm pretty sure at least 50 people suffered concussions from us bombing them from 6 aisles away with baked canned goods. Rode around Lumberton for a while afterwords, and finally found myself back in front of my computer.
I haven't talked to you in over 24 hours and it makes me sad.
P.S. Harry Stone rocks your face.