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Alright so I realize that I haven't posted on this thing in forever and that no one probably even cares but whatev, it's fun, so I think this summer I'll keep in touch since I'm all the freakin way in Indiana, so I can tell everyone or anyone who reads this thing random things about random people about the interesting people I get to meet here in the 'knobs ( I live in a town called Floyds Knobs, in southern Indiana, about 10 minutes from Louiville, ky).
Story numero uno: Ok well some backround info for this would be that I've been scared that this summer I'm going to have no friends and no guy friends and that it just might not be that cool; so anyway, I'm in the supermarket with my mom at the checkout and this semi-cute boy is baggin our stuff and he sees this little cucumbers that my mom buys because apperently they're less waxy-tasting and maybe sweeter? anyway, the kid sees them and, looking at me and trying to make some small-talk says "they look like pickles!" I then tell him that, well, pickles are cucumbers first and then he goes "o right, so they're like, put in vinegar or something right?" and I say yes... and that's the end. My first venture with a boy and he ends up being half retarded. I think it's just the Lord's way of telling me that my summer had no chance of romance;just make the money and then go back to normal-ville..geez, whoever thought provo was weird was never been to floyds knobs--y'all should come check it out, haha.
Story numero uno: Ok well some backround info for this would be that I've been scared that this summer I'm going to have no friends and no guy friends and that it just might not be that cool; so anyway, I'm in the supermarket with my mom at the checkout and this semi-cute boy is baggin our stuff and he sees this little cucumbers that my mom buys because apperently they're less waxy-tasting and maybe sweeter? anyway, the kid sees them and, looking at me and trying to make some small-talk says "they look like pickles!" I then tell him that, well, pickles are cucumbers first and then he goes "o right, so they're like, put in vinegar or something right?" and I say yes... and that's the end. My first venture with a boy and he ends up being half retarded. I think it's just the Lord's way of telling me that my summer had no chance of romance;just make the money and then go back to normal-ville..geez, whoever thought provo was weird was never been to floyds knobs--y'all should come check it out, haha.