And I took high school musical jumping pictures. To up the anti (is that the word?) I used props. Mainly a scooter.
Also! I went on a really awesome date! Can YOU say that your date taught you to crack a legit whip? No. No you can't. He had the coolest stuff in his car, a whip (A WHIP! Like INDIANA JONES!) stirrups, and a cowboy hat. And I cracked a whip.
Awesome. Ness. And stuff.
I'm going to go sit in the sun now, because my legs can blind a blind man! Have a AWESOME Friday sir! Or ma'am! Whatever you prefer to go by really!
No I just remembered a story. That I want to tell you. That pertains to scooters.
This week, it was sunny. And I was riding home from school, across the library plaza courtyard sidewalk stretch thing, enjoying the clacking of wheels on the pavement, and the sun on the top of my head. And a someone came up to me and chastised me.
Full blown out right chastisement. "What are you doing? Have some respect for yourself and for this school ma'am! Off the scooter, please!"
And then walked away.
And I was distraught and ashamed. And now I feel really awkward sometimes scootering.
But mostly I feel like a famous person.