quit crying your eyes out
today was the first time in a long while i truly felt alive.
Its funny the way memory can be shifted. the one can alter theyre own stories to inspire themselves
Me, BP, and his hot friend drove out to the parkway today to get the fuck out of Boone. We knew it was hopeless, none of us wanted to say so though. BP is one of the few kids i feel like i can have a deeply intelligent conversation with so whenever were around each other, we both seem to seize the opportunity and run with it. No matter what, our conversations always seem to develop into some psuedo-intellectual multi sided argument against ourselves. For example, today we decided that ice isnt technically any colder past 32 F because its particles have stopped moving, making it a solid. Two minutes later, we were arguing against our previous theories that, since it is still posssible for sub-zero ice to shift within itself, it can never technically be a solid. Naturally, the parkway was no exception. We both entertained the ideas that either A) the parkway was plowed, salted and cleared of snow because it was a major tourist destination or B) the parkway was frozen solid, becuase anywhere it could take you, other roads could as well.
We only got about a mile down the road before my car had difficulties with the ice and another beore the road was blocked off entirely. I quickly found a snowy hill, rolled down it, declared myself victor of the outdoors, then got back in the car.
Whitney invited us to dinre with her parents, which was the most akward meal ive had in a while. The only person i knew was BP and the whole table was quiet for most of the night, a little bit akward when the restaurant is mellow mushroom.
Its funny the way memory can be shifted. the one can alter theyre own stories to inspire themselves
Me, BP, and his hot friend drove out to the parkway today to get the fuck out of Boone. We knew it was hopeless, none of us wanted to say so though. BP is one of the few kids i feel like i can have a deeply intelligent conversation with so whenever were around each other, we both seem to seize the opportunity and run with it. No matter what, our conversations always seem to develop into some psuedo-intellectual multi sided argument against ourselves. For example, today we decided that ice isnt technically any colder past 32 F because its particles have stopped moving, making it a solid. Two minutes later, we were arguing against our previous theories that, since it is still posssible for sub-zero ice to shift within itself, it can never technically be a solid. Naturally, the parkway was no exception. We both entertained the ideas that either A) the parkway was plowed, salted and cleared of snow because it was a major tourist destination or B) the parkway was frozen solid, becuase anywhere it could take you, other roads could as well.
We only got about a mile down the road before my car had difficulties with the ice and another beore the road was blocked off entirely. I quickly found a snowy hill, rolled down it, declared myself victor of the outdoors, then got back in the car.
Whitney invited us to dinre with her parents, which was the most akward meal ive had in a while. The only person i knew was BP and the whole table was quiet for most of the night, a little bit akward when the restaurant is mellow mushroom.