I searched my blog post history and discovered this is my seventh Somethings post! I’ll explain why this is significant later on in this post.
I want you to close your eyes and imagine.
You’re poring over a biology textbook, a bag of trail mix at hand, munching away as you read. Of course, you glance over every so often to pick out an M&M, because honestly, what is trail mix without the M&Ms?
But then imagine, instead of picking out the M&Ms and eating them, you dig around in the mixture, grab the M&Ms, and stick them back in the bag.
I had to avoid the M&Ms in trail mix for a week. Why? I made the choice to go on what healthy, cool people call a “cleanse” *cue high pitched horror music.*
I am not a healthy person. I went from eating yummy, processed, sugary goodness to abstaining from extra sugar, processed foods, gluten, and dairy.Read More »
Behold, the seventh and LAST part of Cheetos, Kittens, and Paint Cans.
I stepped into the gym.
All the benches were stacked against the wall, hibernating in preparation for tomorrow’s game. The two basketball hoops were up and hidden. The court glimmered from a recent clean.
Levi and King were attaching the home side with paint cans, drawing random patterns that covered the lines. The hiss of their cans must have silenced my entrance, for they didn’t look up when I closed the door behind me.
It would have been wise to take a moment to think of a plan. But, the part of me that believed it was logical said that if I let myself stand there and wonder what to do, I’d never get moving. So, like the smart man I am, I shouted the first thing that came to my mind.Read More »
I think that was the laziest greeting ever. Forgive me.
I am now a collegeling, my friends (*gasp*). So far, I have survived (sure, it has only been three and a half weeks, but who’s counting?). My survival has involved many dangerous activities and efforts like…well, I’ll get into that.
Behold, my Somethings for the month of August!
Bible studies. During my senior year in high school I had the fortune (or misfortune, depending on how much one values one’s sanity) of attending a Bible study group at my youth pastor’s house. This study was also attended by with a bunch of other psychos (*cough* not me, of course *cough* I’m perfectly normal).Read More »
Don’t hate me. I promise this will end. Eventually.
After a few glances over his shoulder, Timber pulled back into the flow of traffic. We’d agreed that since we couldn’t find King, I should finally be taken to urgent care.
Well, they’d agreed. I wasn’t so ready for the white rooms of the hospital.
James was still out there with the S.B.U. gang, giving in to all their stupidity, probably vandalizing a bunch of other cars.
I leaned my head back. Something nagged at the back of my mind, but I pushed it aside. No one said anything, partially due to our failure, and partially because Jade had managed to get the kitten to fall asleep and no one wanted to wake the little demon. Would James go to prison for this? How many cars would King strike before they ran out of paint? What if they decided more than one Glitter Boy should exist and painted a person?Read More »