Things and a semi-request.
Today there was an ice cream party for the seniors at my school, during which I imbibed a detrimental amount of chocolate syrup and hung out with my friend Vince. At some point, he said, "Hey, you wanna go chill somewhere? Like, not here?" to which I responded, "Sure." We then garnered permission from our distracted principal to take off, whereupon we drove around and eventually ended up in the Glenlord Beach parking lot, annoying people.
Evan lives right near there, so we went to harass him-- he was completely loopy, probably due to intense amounts of One Piece and Insane Clown Posse (note to self: not a good combination), but we took him with us and Vince dropped us at my house because he had to work, so we went to the park. Evan uses the word "indiscriminate" too much, and usually in the wrong context. This is a point of contention. Finally, he was accosted by several rowdy and drugged-up punk-people who wanted him to party with them, and I was invited as well but had to explain to them that I was inadvertently straight-edge and would have to be counted out. So we left them, hung out on the bench in back of my house for half an hour (during which time I discovered that Evan was aware of my having used his name, general appearance, and snark powers to fuel a minor character in a fic I wrote awhile back; note to self: be more discreet) before he left to go to his party. He probably won't be able to move tomorrow. I will call him and laugh.
Anyway, I feel like writing some crack. Throw your terrible ideas at me and I'll see what I can do with them. Please. <3
Evan lives right near there, so we went to harass him-- he was completely loopy, probably due to intense amounts of One Piece and Insane Clown Posse (note to self: not a good combination), but we took him with us and Vince dropped us at my house because he had to work, so we went to the park. Evan uses the word "indiscriminate" too much, and usually in the wrong context. This is a point of contention. Finally, he was accosted by several rowdy and drugged-up punk-people who wanted him to party with them, and I was invited as well but had to explain to them that I was inadvertently straight-edge and would have to be counted out. So we left them, hung out on the bench in back of my house for half an hour (during which time I discovered that Evan was aware of my having used his name, general appearance, and snark powers to fuel a minor character in a fic I wrote awhile back; note to self: be more discreet) before he left to go to his party. He probably won't be able to move tomorrow. I will call him and laugh.
Anyway, I feel like writing some crack. Throw your terrible ideas at me and I'll see what I can do with them. Please. <3