Over the line

Hey you guys. It's been a good long while since i've updated, so i thought i might drop a bit here, even though not a whole hell of a lot has happened. Tonight was a good night though. First, i went sledding with sara and suzanne and some of her friends at epic. It was a lot of fun. Sara's friend mike had some sleds, so we used those mostly, but we also used old broken chunks of other ones that people had left behind. It all worked equally well for the most part. I also had the idea of riding down on an upside down metal picnic table, but it seemed too much work to get it up the hill every time, and it'd probably flip some how and crush us all, so it's just as well, and we still had fun without it.
Then, almost the second i got back, Edward, Matt, Craig, Lindsey, Kim, and .. shit... Angelina i think, went bowling. Damn, that's a lot of fun. We went to what was formerly called monte carlo, but is now owned by chippers lanes, like every other bowling alley in the world it seems now, but it's for the better since it was much cleaner. Now this is where the story gets weird. You know how you have those times in your life when you're like "Huh, if i hadn't done this totally random thing earlier, i wouldn't be in this postion i'm in right now". You probably have, but somehow, those random things work out for the better for me. So tonight, there was this crazy pac-man game that had absolutely nothing to do with pac-man, kind of like a crane game/25 cent egg vending machine game, and so i tried it out. The first few times i was unsuccessful, but i knew i had to keep at it, just for pride, even though the prizes were shitty. In the end, i won, and guess what? I got a wristband. Basass. It actually went with my clothes quite well. So then we started bowling, and the balls sucked the balls balls. There was barely upward of 1 different size of finger holes (i estimated 2), and they fit my fingers, but not my thumb, so i figured i'd have to try to learn how to put spin on it, so i could keep my thumb free. Well, it took a while, but i eventually got it down pretty well, and even got a strike... and got screwed out of one too. But the moral of the story is (or as close as i'll get) was that my wristband actually helped me out a lot when i rolled, because i could rest the ball nicely on it.
A similar such story occured in germany (in the sense that random crap all worked out for the best) but that is too long to explain for now. If you want to hear, leave me a comment about it and maybe i'll write it out. And if you don't give a shit, then i'm sorry.
I hope all is going well for everyone, getting ready for finals (or just going about their normal lives for my older readers out there) and be safe partying once they're over.
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