'Frightened Inmate Number Two'
My sunburn attests to how fun my weekend was, y/y? I am trying to find the good in it, but so far I am only coming up with giving skin cancer a high five.
Yes. So yesterday I somehow accepted a hiking invite from my friend M who is On Perpetual Notice regarding such things because he has a habit of finding new and unusual ways to torture me. You'd think I would catch a hint of sense by now since we've only known each other for twenty years, but I am just as much a part of the problem. And it stems from compulsive texting.
Mystery number: Do you want to go hiking on Sunday morning?
Me: maaaybe? who is this?
Mystery number: It's me!
Me: me as in... m? sorry, i must've not saved your no on the sim card. i just got a new phone.
Mystery number: How long ago?
Me: um, two weeks.
Ahaha, so he was very offended that it took me that long to realize that he wasn't on my contacts list. But in my defense, I did correctly identify him right off the bat. He's the first person that I associate with a) hiking and b) grammatically correct texts. But I did feel bad still. So a hiking I went.
I am not really adverse to communing with nature, but I am leery when it's with M because he's a firefighter and therefore a million times in better shape than me. I mean, I can cardio kick box with the best of the soccer moms, but for some reason, there's hardly any pause to bust a move on the side of a cliff face. Weird. And there was a time when M took me and another friend from high school to "the mall," which so happened to be the bottom of a mountain ridge. It's something that I will never, ever let him live down. I mean, I find it extremely funny now, but at the time I was wearing flip-flops, my purse in hand, and it was a easy, breezy, beautiful day so I'd put on make-up too. Perfect frivolous window shopping attire. Not so perfect when I got to my apparent ropes course.
So when I demand WHICH HIKE MISTER SO I CAN GOOGLE MY FUTURE PAIN, it is only fair. My suspicions are grounded, mostly. Anyway, it actually turned out to be an A+ hike. We went to the Makapu'u tide pools, which consisted of scrambling over rocks, and only an incline at the end. And I love hikes with swimming -- it's like a tangible goal exists. Also surprising: I think me even just five years ago would be amazed at how I genuinely had a super time with the high school classmates in attendance, apart from M. I remember two of them in particular from middle school who drove me up the wall in homeroom with their united stance against silent reading. Oh man, I was not having it with my like-lettered surname brethren. But now I am more accepting of peoples and their self-imposed illiteracy.
Anyway, I haven't watched any new television, so that's why I had to talk about my actual life. I know, what? But that's soon to be rectified. Gen kill! I keep putting you off even though I want you. It's never too late to start a new episode, y/y?
Yes. So yesterday I somehow accepted a hiking invite from my friend M who is On Perpetual Notice regarding such things because he has a habit of finding new and unusual ways to torture me. You'd think I would catch a hint of sense by now since we've only known each other for twenty years, but I am just as much a part of the problem. And it stems from compulsive texting.
Mystery number: Do you want to go hiking on Sunday morning?
Me: maaaybe? who is this?
Mystery number: It's me!
Me: me as in... m? sorry, i must've not saved your no on the sim card. i just got a new phone.
Mystery number: How long ago?
Me: um, two weeks.
Ahaha, so he was very offended that it took me that long to realize that he wasn't on my contacts list. But in my defense, I did correctly identify him right off the bat. He's the first person that I associate with a) hiking and b) grammatically correct texts. But I did feel bad still. So a hiking I went.
I am not really adverse to communing with nature, but I am leery when it's with M because he's a firefighter and therefore a million times in better shape than me. I mean, I can cardio kick box with the best of the soccer moms, but for some reason, there's hardly any pause to bust a move on the side of a cliff face. Weird. And there was a time when M took me and another friend from high school to "the mall," which so happened to be the bottom of a mountain ridge. It's something that I will never, ever let him live down. I mean, I find it extremely funny now, but at the time I was wearing flip-flops, my purse in hand, and it was a easy, breezy, beautiful day so I'd put on make-up too. Perfect frivolous window shopping attire. Not so perfect when I got to my apparent ropes course.
So when I demand WHICH HIKE MISTER SO I CAN GOOGLE MY FUTURE PAIN, it is only fair. My suspicions are grounded, mostly. Anyway, it actually turned out to be an A+ hike. We went to the Makapu'u tide pools, which consisted of scrambling over rocks, and only an incline at the end. And I love hikes with swimming -- it's like a tangible goal exists. Also surprising: I think me even just five years ago would be amazed at how I genuinely had a super time with the high school classmates in attendance, apart from M. I remember two of them in particular from middle school who drove me up the wall in homeroom with their united stance against silent reading. Oh man, I was not having it with my like-lettered surname brethren. But now I am more accepting of peoples and their self-imposed illiteracy.
Anyway, I haven't watched any new television, so that's why I had to talk about my actual life. I know, what? But that's soon to be rectified. Gen kill! I keep putting you off even though I want you. It's never too late to start a new episode, y/y?