Ugh

That one girl, ya that one, well yesterday she reminded me that I hadn't blogged in, say, about three months. I waved my hand nonchalantly and said, "Dude, I'm going to write tonight." She told me I wouldn't. I didn't. Now I am. Last night was the country version of the Mosquito Serenade. You don't know what that is? Neither do half the people in my town even though it's been going on for over ten years. I was genuinely perplexed by the texts I received asking what it was. Anyway, how can I explain it....it's a live music event that happens every Wednesday by the river. People wore cowboy hats and were swing dancing. Like that. I tried to blend in but I don't think it worked very well....I'm not very cowboy. I don't even own a plaid shirt. It was nice regardless. I think it is impossible to take me to a live music event and to have me complain about anything* I brought three of my friends with me and we played Phase 10, which I am terrible at. Night well spent. 

Today there is smoke in the sky. It makes everything in the distance seem foggy, like a movie with bad graphics. A faint smokey smell drifts through the breeze, making me a little uneasy. Today is bowling. That one girl just said, "alright" which is code for we need to be going. Get off that chair and put some socks on. It's subtle and I try to ignore these codes, but it will be repeated in another couple of minutes.

I have forgotten what I said each day would be on this blog. I will have to search the archives and find out, or make up a new plan, or NEVER WRITE AGAIN. Ok, that wouldn't really happen. This thing is way too therapeutic. She completely left the room now so that really means, "stop blogging and put socks on." She's back putting her own socks on. Bowling~

* this excludes rap and loud rock music