I tear My Heart Open, I sew Myself Shut
So yes lovelies,
Im listening to scars, just the cap of one hell of a weekend. Where to begin, well, ill start to go back to now. Basically the last 30 minutes were the culmination of Papa Roach, a tired mind, Sick and twisted relationship stories, a cup of coffee and a catalyst for stories. So to the beginning....
Thanksgiving was interesting. Everyone seems to have gotten sick that day, or subsequently thereafter. I was dragging sick, so i went to go play the game, but due to a storm i didnt play music at the game, i sat and got soaked and screamed and watched us retake the DIV1 title and the match against LSA in what really was a brutal mudbowl. Then back to moms for a few hours for massive food, and awesomeness. Off tooThe Jonses with dad at 5, for the rest of the night. After, much crashage, due to the fact that i couldnt talk (i could croak, not talk), and Theraflu hitting me like a train.
Friday was basically a surf trip. That was the highlight, that was the purpose of being. The waves were pretty squishy, and deffinitely not even funboard quality, but out of two hours in the water, many attempts were made to go, and dudes, i found the solution for suit-nard rash. Preshrunk cotton boxers! I swear, it sounds odd, but it worked like woah! Oh yeah and I got to talk to Rachel, yeay! Otherwise Friday was a bore...
Yesterday was the beginning of my falling apart. I know Dad meanswell, but he really doeset on my nerves a bit when he callsmy practices for cleaning my gear into question. I mean I know that he just wantsto help me, but, i can clean my wetsuit and gear better in the tub than with a hose outside! It does irk me something fierce, when im getting these looks of disapproval when i do my suit in a way im better at. I remained tweaked the rest of the day, slightly snippy but liveable with anyway. We went to see Santa clause 3 with the little brother, and soon to be stepmom, little brother, and sister. (i gotta say, i liked the first when it came out the most, and i think i like the 3rd the least.) but then, ah the light, off to uncle tonys, a night of massicve stuffing for the second time this weekend ensued. Fun stuff, shortly followed thereafter with a bit more tension between the parentals and the soon to be stepsis. all ending about 11 with me going K.O.
Today was just a massive layaway type of day. I went and played Paintball with ryan, Jasmine and Kirsten, and learned id daresay quite a bit about bothe of the women present there today. Though it still puzzles me to no end. I came back, packed up and shippefd back to moms here, where i found 7 college mailers waiting for me, and the news that everyones gotten this nasty little offshoot-cold from Victoria (my little sister). So I guess its come full circle. I think Im off to find the tabs for SWcars, to practice them for a bit before i clean up, text R one last time, and assume the unconscious position on my bed, cause im gonna crash in another drug-induced haze tnight it seems. OH GOODIE! well, much love and peace out guys.
-Chris Squiggs
Im listening to scars, just the cap of one hell of a weekend. Where to begin, well, ill start to go back to now. Basically the last 30 minutes were the culmination of Papa Roach, a tired mind, Sick and twisted relationship stories, a cup of coffee and a catalyst for stories. So to the beginning....
Thanksgiving was interesting. Everyone seems to have gotten sick that day, or subsequently thereafter. I was dragging sick, so i went to go play the game, but due to a storm i didnt play music at the game, i sat and got soaked and screamed and watched us retake the DIV1 title and the match against LSA in what really was a brutal mudbowl. Then back to moms for a few hours for massive food, and awesomeness. Off tooThe Jonses with dad at 5, for the rest of the night. After, much crashage, due to the fact that i couldnt talk (i could croak, not talk), and Theraflu hitting me like a train.
Friday was basically a surf trip. That was the highlight, that was the purpose of being. The waves were pretty squishy, and deffinitely not even funboard quality, but out of two hours in the water, many attempts were made to go, and dudes, i found the solution for suit-nard rash. Preshrunk cotton boxers! I swear, it sounds odd, but it worked like woah! Oh yeah and I got to talk to Rachel, yeay! Otherwise Friday was a bore...
Yesterday was the beginning of my falling apart. I know Dad meanswell, but he really doeset on my nerves a bit when he callsmy practices for cleaning my gear into question. I mean I know that he just wantsto help me, but, i can clean my wetsuit and gear better in the tub than with a hose outside! It does irk me something fierce, when im getting these looks of disapproval when i do my suit in a way im better at. I remained tweaked the rest of the day, slightly snippy but liveable with anyway. We went to see Santa clause 3 with the little brother, and soon to be stepmom, little brother, and sister. (i gotta say, i liked the first when it came out the most, and i think i like the 3rd the least.) but then, ah the light, off to uncle tonys, a night of massicve stuffing for the second time this weekend ensued. Fun stuff, shortly followed thereafter with a bit more tension between the parentals and the soon to be stepsis. all ending about 11 with me going K.O.
Today was just a massive layaway type of day. I went and played Paintball with ryan, Jasmine and Kirsten, and learned id daresay quite a bit about bothe of the women present there today. Though it still puzzles me to no end. I came back, packed up and shippefd back to moms here, where i found 7 college mailers waiting for me, and the news that everyones gotten this nasty little offshoot-cold from Victoria (my little sister). So I guess its come full circle. I think Im off to find the tabs for SWcars, to practice them for a bit before i clean up, text R one last time, and assume the unconscious position on my bed, cause im gonna crash in another drug-induced haze tnight it seems. OH GOODIE! well, much love and peace out guys.
-Chris Squiggs