Hurricane Boredom.
Wow, I’m bored, and I officially hate hurricanes.
So I figured I would make my first "official" entry.
Tonight I was sitting around, bored off my ass hurricane style, thinking of how awesome summer had been, and how much I am dreading what the next 9 months could potentially bring. All of that aside, I think I need a summer recap. Seeing as this is a summer recap, and most of my summer was spent with one Giselle Boothby, this is essentially a recap of the mad summer we had together. Most people won't care enough to read it, but if you do... enjoy!
This summer was nothing short of completely fucking amazing. I don't know how else to describe it, in just a phrase. Many times when I think of summer, I think of boredom, wasted time, and failure at completing summer reading. And many a time I find myself looking forward to the start of the school year, ready to see everyone again. Knowing that, if nothing else, my time will be occupied. This summer was nothing like that. The end of the summer essentially involved nothing other than thoughts of "WHY must this end?!"
But let's go back to just a little before the beginning of summer, officially. From my perspective, the summer of madness really began at the battle of the bands in Brandon. Clearly the highlight of this evening was the offer of baby oil wrestling from a complete stranger, something Giselle and I were very intrigued by. And later trying to convince Jessica (unsuccessfully) that she could make the long trek back to Tampa all by herself. I remember that night, not wanting to stay in Brandon longer, but not wanting to go home either. Either way, it was a long drive all the way from Brandon to Lutz, and even at that point I couldn't keep my mind off a certain person...
well, soon after foregoing our option to baby oil wrestle, we chose to venture into the world of Transylvania. That's right, ROCKY HORROR! Well, this all started with a bit of confusion, neither of us sure if the other considered this a "date". (but really, rocky horror as a first date? I'm not that creepy, really) Well an absent minded mention of RSH, and mere minutes later they were with us, and we were no longer alone. But never fear, the night was not lost. This really did end up being another one of the great nights of the summer. So we went ridiculously unprepared (Giselle was the only one that looked even remotely rocky horror) and I recall at least three creepy guys hitting on Giselle at one point or another during the night. (one even going so far as to begin stroking her super sexy legs, the other verifying if she was of legal age) But the night ended grandly, WAFFLE HOUSE, followed by a long drive out to Brandon, leaving me with much antici...PATION. All of that along with one of the most priceless text messages ever, received from my favorite Midwestrican on the drive home: “Haha, have a good drive home! <3 your rhps gf…lol.” RHPS gf? I didn’t want her to be just a rhps gf!! Oh well, it all worked out well in the end.
But the summer of madness was still yet to officially begin, and the next crazy adventure was shopping for Andrea's birthday present. Being the middle schoolers that we are, Giselle and I decided a joint venture to our favorite establishment (the mall) was in order to complete this task. God I love the mall. This day (and most of the time leading up to us going out) was filled with the two of us, acting flirty, trying to gain each others attention, but not wanting to be too incredibly obvious (although, looking back, it really was) It's crazy sometimes the little things you remember, but walking through Ybor (yea, we looked for gifts in Ybor!) I remember we were holding hands (such middle schoolers!) but it didn't really seam awkward at all. Somehow, continuing along the theme of middle-school-esque behavior, neither of us could bring ourselves to make an actual move, but that’s ok.
And then came the best day of the summer, up to that date at least. Andrea's party. Now, Andrea's party had the making to be an amazing time regardless of what was going down, chilling with the crew, having a great time, cruisin’ around in a limo, going to Ybor, and to Channelside, and Hooters. Madness. Aside from all of that, this evening had something very special embedded in it. "It all started at hooter's..." yea, not exactly the best story in the world, but it works. So we were sitting there, holding hands beneath the table, trying to be discreet (I mean, we weren't going out yet, and we're MIDDLE SCHOOLERS, we don't want attention drawn to our attraction towards each other!) Somehow people started to notice, and at one point in the limo it came down to a simple "ARE YOU GUYS HOLDING HANDS?!!??!" and "OMFG!!" and "ARE YOU GOING OUT?" and "ARE YOU GOING TO?" and "ARE YOU GONNA ASK HER OUT?!?!?" well, I guess you could say I gave into peer pressure right then and there (as I couldn't wait much longer) and the rest of the evening was spent, our first night as a "couple". Of course the first place the group venture to was kicks! A great place for a new couple to explore... haha REALISTIC COCK! We also ventured out to Ballast Point, where our peers attempted to leave us behind (which I honestly don't think we would have minded) but this night was truly amazing.
So at this point the realization of how amazing this summer really could be was beginning to sink in. If every day could be half as good as that day, I would be more than content with my summer. But this summer was still getting started, and it would only get better as time went on. The next few days were amazing of course, and included the purchase our megaphone! (that megaphone served us so well throughout the summer, you have no idea.) But then, just as this summer was becoming so amazing… Giselle vanishes to the likes of Brown campus, for an entire 2 weeks! And I must say, those two weeks were possibly the longest two weeks I have ever experienced. I spent my empty days with trainer Tom at PE, at the Performing Arts Center, with Andrew, and writing letters and talking on the phone with none other than my co-dictator. (LATE night phone calls became a trend throughout the summer when either of us were out of town.). Somehow, despite our many days during the summer spent apart, even in different parts of the country, we managed to stay in contact. TEXT MESSAGE MADNESS!!
But with Giselle’s departure from TPA, after an excruciatingly long two weeks, came Giselle’s arrival. When those two weeks finally came to pass, we were prepared. Much of RSH and I voyaged off to the airport on the day of her return, ready to continue our summer madness now that the crew was complete. Armed with a boom box loaded with Holiday in Cambodia, and Tyler’s beautiful sign reading “We missed you, never go on Holiday (in Cambodia) again!!” madness had finally returned. And that madness came in the form of waffle house, and assaulting middle schoolers at west shore. You have no idea what an amazing feeling it is, to see someone you care about so much, after being without them for so long. It’s amazing how some of the best nights are so difficult to remember. I can’t remember the particulars, all I can remember is that feeling…. Finally, she’s back! No need for long late night phone calls. We can live those nights!
And live those nights we did. Shortly after Giselle’s triumphant return, we had one of our only actual “dates”. One thing I love about this relationship is that we don’t really “date”. We don’t plan on going to dinner and seeing a movie, or embarking on some other cliché teen evening of boredom. Typically, we plan things spur of the moment, hang out, cause mayhem, and love every moment of it. This was one of the few exceptions. You see, earlier, Giselle had voyaged a mi casa por a night of Italian food. After watching her struggle through a plate of Capellini, it was determined that she had to learn the proper way to delve into a plate of pasta. We voyaged out to Alfani’s restaurant in Clearwater (a place I had never been). The atmosphere there was somewhat obnoxious, but the food was acceptable (from me, calling Italian food from a restaurant “acceptable” is a compliment. I was brought up on my grandfathers Italian cooking.) Although this night doesn’t have any real special stories to tell, it really was one of the few nights of the summer where it was just us.
It was at this time that the summer really got strange. All the time she was at brown, I would think “As soon as she returns… we will be reunited in our common love for evil… prepared to continue the work of the revolution… and be reunited in all our midwestrican glory!!” This thought, however was quickly thwarted by the fact that both of us were in and out of the city throughout the summer. There was Moline. And Virginia. And the keys. And the big CLE. And finally my voyage to Hawaii. Aside from all of these interruptions, we also had the problem of Giselle’s grounding. Although it ended up being relatively brief, we still found our ways during that time. Somehow, being with someone is so much more valuable when it’s not allowed. Standing on the edge of the cul-de-sac, peering down the street with nervous anxiety that her father may return, and kissing passionately with Fran by our side, somehow, was a very special night. This was one of those moments, one of those night, where even with as non-ideal as the circumstances were, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You are with the person you love, and you don’t matter how you got there, where you’re going, or what you’re doing. None of that matters, so long as you are with that person.
In the couple days between each of our trips we always managed to see each other, embark on maddening adventures, always a night to ourselves before one of us departed. We learned the hard way that absence truly does make the heart grow fonder, and found that there is absolutely nothing that will keep us entirely out of contact, even with both of us in states other than Florida. Every trip brought with it another countdown, a countdown to departure, and even more importantly, a countdown to arrival. I love it. I really do.
The next noteworthy event I really recall is Warped Tour ’04! This event was within one of our narrow windows of togetherness between trips. Now, I was not entirely aware of all the music. I went more to enjoy a day with the crew, and my amazing Midwestrican. The day started with an early morning gathering (the shows started at noon, and were in St. Pete). Once everyone was assembled, and Giselle’s car was tagged with RSH markings on the window (I wouldn’t let them touch my car with that shit), We trekked out to Vinoy park for a day of intense madness. We saw The Planet Smashers, The Casualties, NOFX, Flogging Molly, Anti-Flag, Bad Religion, along with a handful of other bands I’m forgetting right now. Anti-flag was awesome, crowd surfing to die for your government. Flogging Molly was a lot of fun, all of us knew all of the lyrics to all of the songs. The Casualties know RSH. The Planet Smashers were also a ton of fun, skanking like mad! Aside from all of that, I think the highlight was the was spending a day, super sweaty, with Giselle and realizing that it doesn’t matter how sweaty and gross we are, we still can’t resist each other.
Then came the time when I really had to leave. I was going off to Hawaii for 10 days. I typically look forward to vacationing. This vacation was originally planned as a joint venture between my family and our close family friends from Cleveland. That would have been loads of fun, as I have been pretty good buddies with this kid for most of my life. But their family backed out, and my sister couldn’t go, so it ended up being 10 days with my parents, and without any Tampa madness. Sounds like lots of fun. In preparation for our long time apart, we voyaged off to Madeira beach, for a night of sunsets and stargazing. I know I’m a guy, and I’m supposed to be like “I hate sunsets, who the fuck cares about stars?” but I must say, our couple of nights spent at the beach were some of the best nights of the entire summer. One of the few places you can just lay in each others arms, nobody to bother you, and just love the moment. This night was absolutely amazing, until I lost Giselle’s cell phone. Yea, that one was my fault and I felt like shit about it. It was in my front pocket, and as we were destroying children’s creations it somehow disappeared. Well, now she has a new phone, so I won’t dwell on that. Aside from that, this was one of the best nights of the summer.
But the next morning (very early) I actually had to leave. The next ten days were a lot of fun, but they just weren’t as much fun as I could have had in Tampa. It really says a lot about how awesome all your friends are, and how awesome a summer has been, when a family vacation to Hawaii is one of the dull moments. I did get to enjoy some of the best coffee in the world, (I HATE STARBUCKS!) , but I missed the entirety of hurricane charley. I think the best thing about this trip was getting to come home a day earlier than we had planned. Walking out of the train from the concourse, seeing Giselle (who was picking us up) and having her run and leap into my arms… All I can say is that, once again we learned, absence truly makes the heart grow fonder. We dragged my parents to Waffle House straight from the airport, fully jet lagged. All the time on the plane I would say “It’s ok dad… this flight may be long…. But KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE PRIZE…WAFFLE HOUSE!!” They were very reluctant to join us, but we enjoyed ourselves. We then ventured back to Lutz, de-hurricanized my casa (as my uncle had taken all of our lawn furniture and put it into our garage.). We watched the movie Tombstone (the only other time the two of us had actually watched a movie together was at Rocky Horror) We later ventured into Tampa, and eventually decided to go pick up Jason and Jessica, and go to Andreas (all unplanned, of course). The night ended earlier than we would have liked, as my father called and requested I be home at a reasonable hour. Either way, it was yet another night of FUCKING RULING!
Ok so next came the Mountain trip, the official end of summer. Although I don’t think I want to go into to much detail about this trip, it was really awesome. The only thing I was worried about prior to the trip was being in a group of obnoxious bitches who wouldn’t stop complaining. I can handle the hiking, I can handle the lack of cleanliness, I can handle the shitty food (when in fact our guide was an awesome cook and we ate really well!). The one thing I really can’t handle is whiney obnoxious bitches. Luckily my group ruled all over the place, nobody complained, and a generally good time was had by all. Not to mention the glory of the 12 hr bus ride both ways, lying on the floor, with none other than Giselle Boothby, Co-Dictator of the soon to be oppressed world. Identifying every Waffle House we passed, and LOVING THE FREEDOM and THE OPPRESSION every single time. I love pissing people off. I love being an asshole. What an amazing night.
So that more or less culminates my summer recap. If you can’t tell, this was the absolute best summer ever. I am COMPLETELY in LOVE (if you can’t already tell by now), I have the best friends ever, and I’m having a great time. I couldn’t ask for much more. Right now I’m stuck inside for two day due to hurricane paranoid parentals, and it honestly is the longest time I’ve gone without madness sense last summer. What a great existence.
So I figured I would make my first "official" entry.
Tonight I was sitting around, bored off my ass hurricane style, thinking of how awesome summer had been, and how much I am dreading what the next 9 months could potentially bring. All of that aside, I think I need a summer recap. Seeing as this is a summer recap, and most of my summer was spent with one Giselle Boothby, this is essentially a recap of the mad summer we had together. Most people won't care enough to read it, but if you do... enjoy!
This summer was nothing short of completely fucking amazing. I don't know how else to describe it, in just a phrase. Many times when I think of summer, I think of boredom, wasted time, and failure at completing summer reading. And many a time I find myself looking forward to the start of the school year, ready to see everyone again. Knowing that, if nothing else, my time will be occupied. This summer was nothing like that. The end of the summer essentially involved nothing other than thoughts of "WHY must this end?!"
But let's go back to just a little before the beginning of summer, officially. From my perspective, the summer of madness really began at the battle of the bands in Brandon. Clearly the highlight of this evening was the offer of baby oil wrestling from a complete stranger, something Giselle and I were very intrigued by. And later trying to convince Jessica (unsuccessfully) that she could make the long trek back to Tampa all by herself. I remember that night, not wanting to stay in Brandon longer, but not wanting to go home either. Either way, it was a long drive all the way from Brandon to Lutz, and even at that point I couldn't keep my mind off a certain person...
well, soon after foregoing our option to baby oil wrestle, we chose to venture into the world of Transylvania. That's right, ROCKY HORROR! Well, this all started with a bit of confusion, neither of us sure if the other considered this a "date". (but really, rocky horror as a first date? I'm not that creepy, really) Well an absent minded mention of RSH, and mere minutes later they were with us, and we were no longer alone. But never fear, the night was not lost. This really did end up being another one of the great nights of the summer. So we went ridiculously unprepared (Giselle was the only one that looked even remotely rocky horror) and I recall at least three creepy guys hitting on Giselle at one point or another during the night. (one even going so far as to begin stroking her super sexy legs, the other verifying if she was of legal age) But the night ended grandly, WAFFLE HOUSE, followed by a long drive out to Brandon, leaving me with much antici...PATION. All of that along with one of the most priceless text messages ever, received from my favorite Midwestrican on the drive home: “Haha, have a good drive home! <3 your rhps gf…lol.” RHPS gf? I didn’t want her to be just a rhps gf!! Oh well, it all worked out well in the end.
But the summer of madness was still yet to officially begin, and the next crazy adventure was shopping for Andrea's birthday present. Being the middle schoolers that we are, Giselle and I decided a joint venture to our favorite establishment (the mall) was in order to complete this task. God I love the mall. This day (and most of the time leading up to us going out) was filled with the two of us, acting flirty, trying to gain each others attention, but not wanting to be too incredibly obvious (although, looking back, it really was) It's crazy sometimes the little things you remember, but walking through Ybor (yea, we looked for gifts in Ybor!) I remember we were holding hands (such middle schoolers!) but it didn't really seam awkward at all. Somehow, continuing along the theme of middle-school-esque behavior, neither of us could bring ourselves to make an actual move, but that’s ok.
And then came the best day of the summer, up to that date at least. Andrea's party. Now, Andrea's party had the making to be an amazing time regardless of what was going down, chilling with the crew, having a great time, cruisin’ around in a limo, going to Ybor, and to Channelside, and Hooters. Madness. Aside from all of that, this evening had something very special embedded in it. "It all started at hooter's..." yea, not exactly the best story in the world, but it works. So we were sitting there, holding hands beneath the table, trying to be discreet (I mean, we weren't going out yet, and we're MIDDLE SCHOOLERS, we don't want attention drawn to our attraction towards each other!) Somehow people started to notice, and at one point in the limo it came down to a simple "ARE YOU GUYS HOLDING HANDS?!!??!" and "OMFG!!" and "ARE YOU GOING OUT?" and "ARE YOU GOING TO?" and "ARE YOU GONNA ASK HER OUT?!?!?" well, I guess you could say I gave into peer pressure right then and there (as I couldn't wait much longer) and the rest of the evening was spent, our first night as a "couple". Of course the first place the group venture to was kicks! A great place for a new couple to explore... haha REALISTIC COCK! We also ventured out to Ballast Point, where our peers attempted to leave us behind (which I honestly don't think we would have minded) but this night was truly amazing.
So at this point the realization of how amazing this summer really could be was beginning to sink in. If every day could be half as good as that day, I would be more than content with my summer. But this summer was still getting started, and it would only get better as time went on. The next few days were amazing of course, and included the purchase our megaphone! (that megaphone served us so well throughout the summer, you have no idea.) But then, just as this summer was becoming so amazing… Giselle vanishes to the likes of Brown campus, for an entire 2 weeks! And I must say, those two weeks were possibly the longest two weeks I have ever experienced. I spent my empty days with trainer Tom at PE, at the Performing Arts Center, with Andrew, and writing letters and talking on the phone with none other than my co-dictator. (LATE night phone calls became a trend throughout the summer when either of us were out of town.). Somehow, despite our many days during the summer spent apart, even in different parts of the country, we managed to stay in contact. TEXT MESSAGE MADNESS!!
But with Giselle’s departure from TPA, after an excruciatingly long two weeks, came Giselle’s arrival. When those two weeks finally came to pass, we were prepared. Much of RSH and I voyaged off to the airport on the day of her return, ready to continue our summer madness now that the crew was complete. Armed with a boom box loaded with Holiday in Cambodia, and Tyler’s beautiful sign reading “We missed you, never go on Holiday (in Cambodia) again!!” madness had finally returned. And that madness came in the form of waffle house, and assaulting middle schoolers at west shore. You have no idea what an amazing feeling it is, to see someone you care about so much, after being without them for so long. It’s amazing how some of the best nights are so difficult to remember. I can’t remember the particulars, all I can remember is that feeling…. Finally, she’s back! No need for long late night phone calls. We can live those nights!
And live those nights we did. Shortly after Giselle’s triumphant return, we had one of our only actual “dates”. One thing I love about this relationship is that we don’t really “date”. We don’t plan on going to dinner and seeing a movie, or embarking on some other cliché teen evening of boredom. Typically, we plan things spur of the moment, hang out, cause mayhem, and love every moment of it. This was one of the few exceptions. You see, earlier, Giselle had voyaged a mi casa por a night of Italian food. After watching her struggle through a plate of Capellini, it was determined that she had to learn the proper way to delve into a plate of pasta. We voyaged out to Alfani’s restaurant in Clearwater (a place I had never been). The atmosphere there was somewhat obnoxious, but the food was acceptable (from me, calling Italian food from a restaurant “acceptable” is a compliment. I was brought up on my grandfathers Italian cooking.) Although this night doesn’t have any real special stories to tell, it really was one of the few nights of the summer where it was just us.
It was at this time that the summer really got strange. All the time she was at brown, I would think “As soon as she returns… we will be reunited in our common love for evil… prepared to continue the work of the revolution… and be reunited in all our midwestrican glory!!” This thought, however was quickly thwarted by the fact that both of us were in and out of the city throughout the summer. There was Moline. And Virginia. And the keys. And the big CLE. And finally my voyage to Hawaii. Aside from all of these interruptions, we also had the problem of Giselle’s grounding. Although it ended up being relatively brief, we still found our ways during that time. Somehow, being with someone is so much more valuable when it’s not allowed. Standing on the edge of the cul-de-sac, peering down the street with nervous anxiety that her father may return, and kissing passionately with Fran by our side, somehow, was a very special night. This was one of those moments, one of those night, where even with as non-ideal as the circumstances were, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You are with the person you love, and you don’t matter how you got there, where you’re going, or what you’re doing. None of that matters, so long as you are with that person.
In the couple days between each of our trips we always managed to see each other, embark on maddening adventures, always a night to ourselves before one of us departed. We learned the hard way that absence truly does make the heart grow fonder, and found that there is absolutely nothing that will keep us entirely out of contact, even with both of us in states other than Florida. Every trip brought with it another countdown, a countdown to departure, and even more importantly, a countdown to arrival. I love it. I really do.
The next noteworthy event I really recall is Warped Tour ’04! This event was within one of our narrow windows of togetherness between trips. Now, I was not entirely aware of all the music. I went more to enjoy a day with the crew, and my amazing Midwestrican. The day started with an early morning gathering (the shows started at noon, and were in St. Pete). Once everyone was assembled, and Giselle’s car was tagged with RSH markings on the window (I wouldn’t let them touch my car with that shit), We trekked out to Vinoy park for a day of intense madness. We saw The Planet Smashers, The Casualties, NOFX, Flogging Molly, Anti-Flag, Bad Religion, along with a handful of other bands I’m forgetting right now. Anti-flag was awesome, crowd surfing to die for your government. Flogging Molly was a lot of fun, all of us knew all of the lyrics to all of the songs. The Casualties know RSH. The Planet Smashers were also a ton of fun, skanking like mad! Aside from all of that, I think the highlight was the was spending a day, super sweaty, with Giselle and realizing that it doesn’t matter how sweaty and gross we are, we still can’t resist each other.
Then came the time when I really had to leave. I was going off to Hawaii for 10 days. I typically look forward to vacationing. This vacation was originally planned as a joint venture between my family and our close family friends from Cleveland. That would have been loads of fun, as I have been pretty good buddies with this kid for most of my life. But their family backed out, and my sister couldn’t go, so it ended up being 10 days with my parents, and without any Tampa madness. Sounds like lots of fun. In preparation for our long time apart, we voyaged off to Madeira beach, for a night of sunsets and stargazing. I know I’m a guy, and I’m supposed to be like “I hate sunsets, who the fuck cares about stars?” but I must say, our couple of nights spent at the beach were some of the best nights of the entire summer. One of the few places you can just lay in each others arms, nobody to bother you, and just love the moment. This night was absolutely amazing, until I lost Giselle’s cell phone. Yea, that one was my fault and I felt like shit about it. It was in my front pocket, and as we were destroying children’s creations it somehow disappeared. Well, now she has a new phone, so I won’t dwell on that. Aside from that, this was one of the best nights of the summer.
But the next morning (very early) I actually had to leave. The next ten days were a lot of fun, but they just weren’t as much fun as I could have had in Tampa. It really says a lot about how awesome all your friends are, and how awesome a summer has been, when a family vacation to Hawaii is one of the dull moments. I did get to enjoy some of the best coffee in the world, (I HATE STARBUCKS!) , but I missed the entirety of hurricane charley. I think the best thing about this trip was getting to come home a day earlier than we had planned. Walking out of the train from the concourse, seeing Giselle (who was picking us up) and having her run and leap into my arms… All I can say is that, once again we learned, absence truly makes the heart grow fonder. We dragged my parents to Waffle House straight from the airport, fully jet lagged. All the time on the plane I would say “It’s ok dad… this flight may be long…. But KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE PRIZE…WAFFLE HOUSE!!” They were very reluctant to join us, but we enjoyed ourselves. We then ventured back to Lutz, de-hurricanized my casa (as my uncle had taken all of our lawn furniture and put it into our garage.). We watched the movie Tombstone (the only other time the two of us had actually watched a movie together was at Rocky Horror) We later ventured into Tampa, and eventually decided to go pick up Jason and Jessica, and go to Andreas (all unplanned, of course). The night ended earlier than we would have liked, as my father called and requested I be home at a reasonable hour. Either way, it was yet another night of FUCKING RULING!
Ok so next came the Mountain trip, the official end of summer. Although I don’t think I want to go into to much detail about this trip, it was really awesome. The only thing I was worried about prior to the trip was being in a group of obnoxious bitches who wouldn’t stop complaining. I can handle the hiking, I can handle the lack of cleanliness, I can handle the shitty food (when in fact our guide was an awesome cook and we ate really well!). The one thing I really can’t handle is whiney obnoxious bitches. Luckily my group ruled all over the place, nobody complained, and a generally good time was had by all. Not to mention the glory of the 12 hr bus ride both ways, lying on the floor, with none other than Giselle Boothby, Co-Dictator of the soon to be oppressed world. Identifying every Waffle House we passed, and LOVING THE FREEDOM and THE OPPRESSION every single time. I love pissing people off. I love being an asshole. What an amazing night.
So that more or less culminates my summer recap. If you can’t tell, this was the absolute best summer ever. I am COMPLETELY in LOVE (if you can’t already tell by now), I have the best friends ever, and I’m having a great time. I couldn’t ask for much more. Right now I’m stuck inside for two day due to hurricane paranoid parentals, and it honestly is the longest time I’ve gone without madness sense last summer. What a great existence.