How to make friends and freak out people (reccomended reading).
Saturday was amazing. Some guy that was kicking us out of a spot in Naples, started threatening to fight us. We told him how pathetic he looked threatening kids as young as 14, and started to leave, when the guy tried to pick up Matt's car. We just continued backing up slowly, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was the angriest beast I've seen since the sketchy girl sketchy dog incident. We were laughing as we drove away and for probably 20 minutes after.
Later that day, on the way to reunion tour of the 'Pan, Bryyyan called driver in my car. I wanted to honor the driver call, just like a would for shotgun, but I still wanted to drive. The only fair thing to do was to share driver. Bryyyan maned the pedals and I sat on his lap and took control of the wheel. like that for most of the night, all over Cape Coral and back into FM. We were making people's nights at stoplights and trying really hard to act natural when we passed cops. At one point, we pulled up next to a car with a guy driving that looked like he was tryin to be thug and another guy sitting shotgun who appeared to be passed out. At this point, my car included Little Matt, beaver, frazier, jake (who was holding a baseball bat) and Bryyyan (who was wearing a tight shirt and really short shorts with me all dirty and dressed in camo sitting on his lap, and we were listening to blue grass music. The guy looked over at us and asked us if were were on the way to a fight. Of course we said yes, but the more I thought about the question the funnier it became. Soon I was laughing uncontrollably. I laughed until I began to feel light headed. I thought I was going to pass out and told Matt to grab the wheel. By the time we reached Jake's house, my whole body was tingling like an arm or a foot does when it "falls asleep". I rolled out of the car and into Jake's driveway laughing hysterically.
Leaving class this morning, I came upon a group of girls. The all had straws, presumably for some sort of project. One of the girls held up a straw and made a hissing sound as if it were a snake. She held it up and made a hissing sound. Thinking that the proper response to such an action should be terror I gave them my best fraidy-face and backed away slowly. When I was several feet away, I bolted for the door and didn't look back. An hour or so later, I ran into two of the girls, and they asked me if I was really scared of snakes. Apparently they weren't sure if I was joking or not, and were worried that they had terrified me.
I love my life.
Later that day, on the way to reunion tour of the 'Pan, Bryyyan called driver in my car. I wanted to honor the driver call, just like a would for shotgun, but I still wanted to drive. The only fair thing to do was to share driver. Bryyyan maned the pedals and I sat on his lap and took control of the wheel. like that for most of the night, all over Cape Coral and back into FM. We were making people's nights at stoplights and trying really hard to act natural when we passed cops. At one point, we pulled up next to a car with a guy driving that looked like he was tryin to be thug and another guy sitting shotgun who appeared to be passed out. At this point, my car included Little Matt, beaver, frazier, jake (who was holding a baseball bat) and Bryyyan (who was wearing a tight shirt and really short shorts with me all dirty and dressed in camo sitting on his lap, and we were listening to blue grass music. The guy looked over at us and asked us if were were on the way to a fight. Of course we said yes, but the more I thought about the question the funnier it became. Soon I was laughing uncontrollably. I laughed until I began to feel light headed. I thought I was going to pass out and told Matt to grab the wheel. By the time we reached Jake's house, my whole body was tingling like an arm or a foot does when it "falls asleep". I rolled out of the car and into Jake's driveway laughing hysterically.
Leaving class this morning, I came upon a group of girls. The all had straws, presumably for some sort of project. One of the girls held up a straw and made a hissing sound as if it were a snake. She held it up and made a hissing sound. Thinking that the proper response to such an action should be terror I gave them my best fraidy-face and backed away slowly. When I was several feet away, I bolted for the door and didn't look back. An hour or so later, I ran into two of the girls, and they asked me if I was really scared of snakes. Apparently they weren't sure if I was joking or not, and were worried that they had terrified me.
I love my life.