Today was actually pretty fun. Although Its only five and I still plan on doing much more today. I woke up at about 11. The game got canceled. You have no idea how much I hate the rain. Then, I called my friend, and we both were doing the same thing, which was nothing. So I ended up going to his house and playing Call of Duty: World at War. I don't really like that game as much as the one before it, but it shall do for now. Then, his other friend had the insane idea of getting in the pool. Being as stupid as we are, we agreed. I have no idea why though. It seemed alright, until we actually got to the pool. It was about 60 degrees I think. None of us wanted to get in, even the kid who wanted to get in. Eventually, Austin, the kid who proposed the idea, suddenly ran and jumped in. I have never heard someone scream so loud. It was crazy. The water had to be about 20 degrees. Even though it was that cooled, we stayed in and toughed it out. It was fun until the wind kicked up, keep in min the pool is only four feet deep. All of us are clear over 5 feet tall, Nearly six feet. We all jumped and got out as fast as we could. Then we laid on the hot concrete to dry off. Crazy huh? Then we went inside till he had to go out to dinner, then me and Austin went home. I bought my friends bike by the way.
After I got home, the boredom kicked in hard. I decided to go on about a six mile bike ride. With no one but myself to ride, it was pretty fun. I went to the lake and back. On the way back there is this massive hill. I flew down it. So fast, I was flying past cars. The crazy thing was I was not even holding on to the handles. It made the drivers look at me like I'm crazy. A look I'm used to getting. Not once did the thought of crashing occur on my head. I was not wearing a helmet. Who does anyways?
When I got home, the first thing I did was lay down. I was really tired. I was flipping through the channels and there was a channel about surgeries and injuries. Something that interests me, a lot. There was a story about a guy that shattered his fingers while working with a saw. His fingers were nasty, so nasty. They looked like torn leather. They showed some really close up pictures. Both of his hand and the surgery. It was crazy. I just thought that I should put that in there.
I have gained a new friend. His names Alden, and he shares the same love in writing. He's really cool. Most people just don't give him the chance.
Any ways, that's all for now friends. Out for another ride before the sun goes down. Please follow me if you like my style of writing, and be sure to comment. You also can reach me at bobbiegoodman@hotmail.com. My skype name is goody341. Peace.
After I got home, the boredom kicked in hard. I decided to go on about a six mile bike ride. With no one but myself to ride, it was pretty fun. I went to the lake and back. On the way back there is this massive hill. I flew down it. So fast, I was flying past cars. The crazy thing was I was not even holding on to the handles. It made the drivers look at me like I'm crazy. A look I'm used to getting. Not once did the thought of crashing occur on my head. I was not wearing a helmet. Who does anyways?
When I got home, the first thing I did was lay down. I was really tired. I was flipping through the channels and there was a channel about surgeries and injuries. Something that interests me, a lot. There was a story about a guy that shattered his fingers while working with a saw. His fingers were nasty, so nasty. They looked like torn leather. They showed some really close up pictures. Both of his hand and the surgery. It was crazy. I just thought that I should put that in there.
I have gained a new friend. His names Alden, and he shares the same love in writing. He's really cool. Most people just don't give him the chance.
Any ways, that's all for now friends. Out for another ride before the sun goes down. Please follow me if you like my style of writing, and be sure to comment. You also can reach me at bobbiegoodman@hotmail.com. My skype name is goody341. Peace.
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