My, My, My
Road trips are amazing. Especially when plans are made hours before you put your ass in that seat, drive for 5 hours rockin out to the motliest mixture of music ever, with two ethnic friends (amanda and hannah) laughing at you the ENTIRE way. Ft. Walton was the destination and judging a dance competition was the reason. The dance organization paid for our gas, hotel room, and even for time. Fuck the fuck yeah. The two nights we were there we happened upon some club that mixed up dance music with a live cover band. They were cool, so we went back the second night. And after the second night, we gathered up the guitar player and gave him a ride back to the band's house and we all straight chilled for a while.
On our way back today, we pulled over and picked cotton. I saw an air freshener that marketed towards covering up the scent of blunts. Black Taco Bell ladies cause reoccuring laughter inside of me. Hannah and I are the official officials of things necessary and unnecessary. And OH so many more beautiful occurances were captured in photographs.
Alabama is so depressing.
Hannah claims she is honing my writing skills by making me come over and help her with a paper tomorrow. I miss writing. But her grades tell me that impressing teachers with your writing skills is proving harder than in high school. Well, of course. But. Bad grades suck. I've decided upon the classes i'm gonna take at Jeff State: English Lit, Sociology, and Theater Appreciation. Ha. School. Jeff State. Hah.
Oh my dear god it's music time. P-Nut, Beat that thang.
On our way back today, we pulled over and picked cotton. I saw an air freshener that marketed towards covering up the scent of blunts. Black Taco Bell ladies cause reoccuring laughter inside of me. Hannah and I are the official officials of things necessary and unnecessary. And OH so many more beautiful occurances were captured in photographs.
Alabama is so depressing.
Hannah claims she is honing my writing skills by making me come over and help her with a paper tomorrow. I miss writing. But her grades tell me that impressing teachers with your writing skills is proving harder than in high school. Well, of course. But. Bad grades suck. I've decided upon the classes i'm gonna take at Jeff State: English Lit, Sociology, and Theater Appreciation. Ha. School. Jeff State. Hah.
Oh my dear god it's music time. P-Nut, Beat that thang.