To Tube or Not to Tube
I'm sitting here bored of my ying yang, as Ryan watches the Republican convention on television. I wouldn't call myself political by any means, I'm interested, but, when it comes down to it, I just don't give a damn enough to put a lot of effort in it.
So right now I'm amusing myself by mulling over the probing and special question, shall I tube tomorrow? Or shall I not. The lingering tan on my back and butt remind me that last time I took that air floated trip down the salt river (which is no doubt filled with many other kinds of flavoring as well, like paprika and thyme, or maybe that Italian stuff) I was burned beyond all human comfort. I suppose it was my own fault. I had never been before. I refused the sunblock enema I should have accepted, but more so, tried to do things my own special way. Instead of tubing the river on a big tube, I did it on the back of a giant turtle that I purchased at walmart for nine dollars. Now, the turtle was fantastic, but, I found out shortly into the journey that it was impossible to ride on my back. So there I floated, for six hours, on my belly with no sunblock. Boy, sometimes I amaze myself at how much of a goober I am. It is not to say I didn't have a lot of fun on the river. On the contrary, without the turtle I imagine it could be enjoyable.
I'm really happy that at the moment my biggest choice in life is to tube or not to tube. I know that when school starts in a week, I will have more important decisions to make and more stress than the average human. I guess for now, the best thing I can do with myself is just to relax and enjoy my last few days of freedom. I may as well do it on a river with a cooler full of liquor.
So right now I'm amusing myself by mulling over the probing and special question, shall I tube tomorrow? Or shall I not. The lingering tan on my back and butt remind me that last time I took that air floated trip down the salt river (which is no doubt filled with many other kinds of flavoring as well, like paprika and thyme, or maybe that Italian stuff) I was burned beyond all human comfort. I suppose it was my own fault. I had never been before. I refused the sunblock enema I should have accepted, but more so, tried to do things my own special way. Instead of tubing the river on a big tube, I did it on the back of a giant turtle that I purchased at walmart for nine dollars. Now, the turtle was fantastic, but, I found out shortly into the journey that it was impossible to ride on my back. So there I floated, for six hours, on my belly with no sunblock. Boy, sometimes I amaze myself at how much of a goober I am. It is not to say I didn't have a lot of fun on the river. On the contrary, without the turtle I imagine it could be enjoyable.
I'm really happy that at the moment my biggest choice in life is to tube or not to tube. I know that when school starts in a week, I will have more important decisions to make and more stress than the average human. I guess for now, the best thing I can do with myself is just to relax and enjoy my last few days of freedom. I may as well do it on a river with a cooler full of liquor.