D.6.2013
This was me yesterday, during one hell of a cold day. It was interesting.
(I am also eating ice cream in the cold. I am cool)
Q: "Aren't you cold?"
A: "Aren't you warm?"
Q: "Why don't you put on clothes?"
A. I am lazy and, save for the cold, incredibly comfortable. Second, I want it to be warm, and when there is a will there is a way.
Late that night we went skating with all of McMurtry (McScate)
and it was surprisingly fun. I only had two big spills, but you can avoid all the humiliation if you make the I-just-stuck-my-gymnastics-routine-landing-in-front-of-the-entire-world-during-the-Olympics-hand gesture. One of these:
and it was surprisingly fun. I only had two big spills, but you can avoid all the humiliation if you make the I-just-stuck-my-gymnastics-routine-landing-in-front-of-the-entire-world-during-the-Olympics-hand gesture. One of these:
(here)
D.7.2013
We arrive back from the skating to one very cold Texas night.
Two friends and myself bustle inside to see some of fire wood in the corner of the staircase. An idea is hatched.
After burning two Wall Street Journals weeks old, a fire was made.
(A no match fire - 1 magnesium stick and 1 steel blade)
I ultimately stayed out way too late with the fire and my hand eventually began to freeze. We properly put the fire out - drowning it inland - and went about defrosting.
The fun interesting thing was I put my hand to someones face and my hands felt like they were on fire.
It was a cold night.
Us, three frozen muskateers, bustle into the PDR and set up shop with two sofas pushed up against each other. The computer at front projects Anchorman as we all pass out.
I was lucky enough to grab lunch with my incredible mother today. It is too much fun to go back in time and go places that I have head about, where the memories are real and have, until that moment, been the mere stories of another. Honestly, it was just fun and I couldnt begin to explain what I just typed out (but I am sure there is some quote somewhere saying to never delete your work... soo......)
And now, studying must continue.
After burning two Wall Street Journals weeks old, a fire was made.
(A no match fire - 1 magnesium stick and 1 steel blade)
I ultimately stayed out way too late with the fire and my hand eventually began to freeze. We properly put the fire out - drowning it inland - and went about defrosting.
The fun interesting thing was I put my hand to someones face and my hands felt like they were on fire.
It was a cold night.
Us, three frozen muskateers, bustle into the PDR and set up shop with two sofas pushed up against each other. The computer at front projects Anchorman as we all pass out.
I was lucky enough to grab lunch with my incredible mother today. It is too much fun to go back in time and go places that I have head about, where the memories are real and have, until that moment, been the mere stories of another. Honestly, it was just fun and I couldnt begin to explain what I just typed out (but I am sure there is some quote somewhere saying to never delete your work... soo......)
And now, studying must continue.
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