From the ususal quirkiness that happens on this journal, I am calming down unto just giving the facts of events that have previously taken place. In fact, to be more specific, they happend this weekend, but who’s counting?
For those of you who did not partake last weekend’s festivities,(and believe me, that is a lot of you) overall, I must say it was good. There are so many stories I could tell. You know like the time we went out on the boat to find chimney rock only to not find it, turn around, and get stuck in the middle of the lake because the battery died. Yeah that was a fun one.
What about the time when we were really drunk doing backflips off the railing on the pier? Again, lovely times. I personally like just the feeling of being out on the lake and having the wind cross my face as a I lay on the boat. But thats just me.
I am going to go now, I have a lot of stuff to do, but I will finish this later, oh yes, later.
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