Well.
This is my blog. Yup it is.
......
Why do I open a blog if I have nothing interesting to blog about?! -sigh-
OH! Ok, so Katy was over at my house yesterday and we were bored. So I'm like, "Hey. We should go outside." So we go out to my garage to find a jump rope or something when Katy
produced a peeling, dusty skateboard from underneath a menacing rusty saw (which I didn't know we owned...) So we pulled on our band t-shirts and distressed jeans and spent the day teaching our
selves how to skateboard. And I now I have a total of four gross bruises. It was actually really fun though! The reason I even own a skateboard is thanks to my 'sktr-grl' phase in sixth grade. I have embarrassingly hideous green and pink Etnies to prove it. I should actually post a picture of them.
They are SO terrible, and to think I wore them with practically everything. We were going through all my clothes recently when I found those, and mom wanted to through them away. "HECK NO!" I seem to remember saying. So now they sit lonely and (thankfully) unused in the back of my closet. But anyway, in sixth grade, I bought all these skater brand clothes (maybe I was trying to find my self ? I dunno.) So one day I just decided to learn how to skateboard so I could be as cool as my clothes. So we went to our local Wal-mart and purchased my beloved bloody-sword and rose skateboard for ten dollars. And in my opinion, it actually works pretty well for what I do with it. (Which is currently limited to moving forward and making slight turns. But I'm OK with that.)
I like how the typical elderly woman shouts "GO PUT ON A HELMET, YA HOOLIGANS!" to the local fancy skaterboarders, but when she sees a couple girls running into fences and falling down hills while trying to ride, she honks with a chuckle as she drives past.
(note; I've never actually witnessed an old lady yelling at skateboarders, but it could happen. You never know.)
Well I suppose I ought to do my homework now.
-sigh-
