Everything good happens while this song plays in the background. Coming home from school, still motions of mountains, and smiling through sweet kisses. Joy floods through me every time it comes on my radio. :)
…So we’re going to spend the night at my grandpa’s house. My dad’s off working on restoring electricity to people’s homes; thus, I am the only slightly calm person in the house. My mom has spent the past four hours packing everything she owns… I packed my belongings in about five minutes (If for some reason you are curious as to what I packed, the list is as follows: A camera because snow like this is photo worthy, a book, homework, a change of clothes, my bag that I carry around with me everywhere because it contains basic supplies such as a pocket knife, colored pencils, a pocket dictionary, some simple make up, a tooth brush, tooth paste, deoderant, a flash light, and a deck of cards… Also, a jar of Nutella.) It doesn’t help that my mom is a bit angry with me for adventuring last night without telling her… In my defense I was told that it was okay for my to stay out late as long as I had a ride home. No matter… She’s still packing… Her concerns are understandable though. This is not a bad snow storm, but the timing is terrible. It is the peak of autumn here; the trees are covered in leaves. The leaves catch and hold a lot of snow which accumulates and weighs down the trees. Branches break. Falling branches sometimes results in power lines falling. Yeah, we keep loosing electricity. She’s still overreacting. It will stop snowing tonight and it’s going to be a bit warmer and sunny tomorrow. All the snow will melt. Yeah.
THAT DIDN'T HELP AT ALL YOU'RE THE WORST FRIEND EVER I AM TAKING THE NEXT ALLIGATOR OUT OF HERE DO YOU UNDERSTAND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M YELLING BUT I BET THESE ROCKS DO let's throw them at people DESTROY THE UNWORTHY
I’M SORRY I’LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME
ROCKS, WHAT KIND OF ROCKS?
I’ve never stoned anyone before… I feel like I shouldn’t… but if they’re unworthy… DIE IMPURE SCUM
“When it was discovered that pens didn’t work in zero gravity, with nothing to draw down the ink, the Americans spent millions developing a pen that could write upside down. The Russians packed pencils.”—Out of Orbit by Chris Jones (via fyeahcosmonauts)
Ate a lovely omelet, climbed a mountain, pretended it was the zombie apocalypse and that all other people were zombie and must be avoided entirely, died, was resurrected by the touch of Gandalf the White, gave awful directions, bought some books and comics, ran into Cole, did not buy a calendar, stood up and ranted about religion and what not in the food court at the Mall, aided in the theft of a butterknife, bowl, and sign, took pictures in a photobooth, smelled things, sang Day By Day far too loudly in public(if that’s possible), decided to become a beat poet, and finished off the evening by reading and playing guitar a bit. Good day.