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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

The Summer Night of August 15th

           (this post is a continuation of this post.)


     If you've made it this far, officer of the law, I expect that you've accepted my explanation for the activities that have taken place before.  If you've felt captured enough to continue on to read this post, I am going to ask you once again to simply read this post with an open mind and remember that you were once a dumb teenager yourself many years ago.  You, therefore, cannot judge the words that are about to follow these.  
     So here, my friends, is part two...


7:30pm - Convince Mom to let me drive the big truck out.  There's nothing I love more than to see men turn their heads at its size and sound.  They always double take when they see me in the driver's seat.  I feel like a woman of power.

7:35pm - Pick him up and cruise out of town.  I tell him I am going to take advantage of the fact that I have the steering wheel of a big truck in my hands that is for once under my control.  He laughs and says, "Alright!"

7:45pm - Pull into an empty church parking lot and let him take the wheel.  He looks like a kid on Christmas morning and this time, I am the one laughing.

8:00pm - T drives his "creeper van" through the McDonald's drive-thru to cone* one.  He chickens out and fails the mission.  Rules #1, #3, #4, and #5 are broken.
                 *Coning - The action of one ordering an ice cream cone through a fast-food drive-thru.  When receiving the cone, one then grabs the actual ice cream rather than the cone.  One then floors the gas peddle and drives away leaving ice cream all over their hand and a very confused employee standing inside the pick-up window.  

8:30pm - R, A, myself, and The Boy attempt the cinnamon challenge.  We make the mistake of picking up cinnamon from his house resulting in very frantic parents and a distressed little sister on his part.  By the time we arrive at my house to do the challenge, he has texts and phone calls from his family explaining the risks we are taking on our lives by doing this challenge.  Of course, we're stupid and do it anyways.  We survive though and not one of us chokes or gags on the burning cinnamon.  We are actually very disappointed in the lack of excitement it gives us.

9:00pm - He wants to feel infinite so I let my non-licensed and non-permitted little brother drive the truck down some back roads.  J pushes the peddle down farther and farther and the speedometer climbs higher and higher.  The Boy stands up on the back of the truck and shouts into the air.  Every part of me wants to clamber up and grab his hand so we can feel infinite together.  I don't though because there are four other people watching and an infinite moment between two people deserves privacy.  Instead, I watch until he eventually sits down because J has reached 95mph.  I think we all have death wishes.

9:20pm - He throws my favorite cheap flip flop on the roof of the YMCA.  I slap him, laugh, and throw my other one.  I still miss those shoes.

9:40pm - Sit around for about an hour watching the gang bicker and chicken out of the upcoming task, steal a street sign.

10:30pm - We take off, leaving two boys behind, and drive for twenty minutes until we find the only sign that is up for the task.  You see, this sign is special because it's the largest road sign I have ever seen with the large bold letters, "FINK".  What is "fink"?  Who is "fink"?  I am convinced that John Green could write a flawless novel on what or who "fink" is.

11:00pm - "Fink" is tall.  Like really tall.  Like so tall that I have to stand on my 6'2" brother's shoulders in order to reach the actual sign.  The Boy hands me the tools and as fast as I can, I unscrew the bolts, slide the sign off its post, hand the sign to him, and climb off J's shoulders.  Then suddenly, "CAR!"  We run to R's car but I'm the last one to make it there and by that time, the car's doors have automatically locked.  For half a second, I make eye contact with him through the window and I can see the panic in his eyes.  It's the same panic that's in my eyes.  The car's coming closer so I do the second thing on my mind, run.  I run into the nearest field and literally dive beneath the bean plants.  I lay down staring at the stars and listen as they drive away and the upcoming car stops...and then moves on.  Phew.

11:30pm - We come back to town feeling victorious.


12:00am - C, The Boy, and I chalk up the road.  We trace our body shapes over the pavement.

12:30am - He drives my truck to his house and we jump out, leaving grumpy J in the passenger seat.  We take off through his back yard and across the road with chalk in our hands.  One last driveway that looks a little too chalkless.  We stare at it in the dark for a second and then start labeling everything.  "Car" *pointing arrow*.  "Sidewalk" *pointing arrow*.  "Hula hoop" *pointing arrow*.  We acknowledge our work and run back to the truck.  I feel the urge again to kiss him on the cheek goodbye, but there's my little brother in the passenger seat.  As we wave goodbye to each other, we make eye contact that for a moment stops time.  I can feel the gravitational pull between us.  I can see it in his eyes that he also doesn't feel like a simple goodbye is enough, but we smile and he goes one way and I go the other.

1:00am - I lay in bed thinking what a crazy world we live in.


Dream big, Darlings!


Monday, August 17, 2015

The Summer Night of August 14th

     If you reading this are an officer of the law, return to whatever you were doing before you found my page.  If you decide to not do as I say, then accept this post and the activities it contains as what it is, acts of stupidity from a group of teenagers who are just trying to live up to the legend of being a teenager.   We did not break the law for fun.  We broke the law to discover what it was like before there were such things as laws.  We broke the law so we could feel the slightest effects of freedom.  So please, dear officer, judge us all you want but understand that at the end of the day, these are the stories we pass down to our children and these are the memories that live with us forever.

     It was a sudden strike of inspiration during an argument with my mother.
     "You have too much fun and have too high of expectations of life.  It is not supposed to be so fun-fun.  You need to stay home for awhile,"  She said to me.
     Little did she know that she was only turning on light-bulb after endless light-bulb.  As we watched each other, she talking and me half listening, I was surfing my thoughts repeatedly, trying to create something extraordinary.

     I didn't question what he'd think.  I just sent it.

Rules:

1.  This list must be completed before school starts.
2.  It must not be done alone.
3.  You can not chicken out.
4.  You must do this.
5.  Do not question the list.



The List:

1.  Break into the Minster pool and do a cannon ball off the diving board.

2.  Steal a street sign and don't get caught.

3.  Decorate a stop sign with the words "NEVER {stop} DREAMING".

4.  Eat my first Twinkie because apparently I'm unAmerican for not having yet tried one. 

5.  Stand up on the back of a truck and feel infinite.

6.  Buy a quart of ice cream from Wagners and experience euphoria.


     Friday morning and afternoon felt like eternity. 

                                                                        Tick tock, 
                           
                                                                                tick tock, 

                                                                                       tick tock.

7:30pm - Went to the annual outdoor mass with the family.

8:30pm - Skipped the outdoor rosary to break the law instead.  I'm a great person.  Pray for me.

9:00pm - Met up with him, A, T, R, and N.  

9:15pm - Bought a Twinkie.  This is where I say America, you disappoint me because Twinkies taste nothing like the freedoms of America.  In fact, they taste like nothing at all.  

9:20pm - Bought Graeter's black-raspberry chip ice cream.  I was the only one who appreciated it's scrumptious creamy and chocolate chunk flavor.  N and T had football practice in the morning so they abandoned the adventure.

9:40pm - Experienced infinity.  He drove us into nowhere land and he directed us at 55mph as we breathlessly flew between the corn fields that surrounded us.  One by one A, R, and myself stood up on the back of his truck, arms outstretched, Indie music blasting from the radio, in an effort to feel infinite.  



  10:00pm - Decorated a stop sign.  A little deeper into nowhere land, we came across the perfect stop sign for the task that was at hand.  The road was busy with traffic throughout the day and almost deserted throughout the night.  I pulled out my black paint and paintbrush and climbed onto R's shoulders.  Slowly, I painted on letter by letter.  Of course, it's only appropriate that during the process, a car would appear in the distance.  R and myself dove into the back of his truck (OUCH!) and A ran for the cornfield nearby.  It took us a good five + minutes until we could return to the sign, find A, and finish our masterpiece.  I regret nothing.


11:00pm - He shared his tiny list.

His List

Cover the town in side walk chalk in like random places just write stuff

Cone an ice cream cone at McDonald's

Cinnamon challenge??

And this is random but have any strange fears?

"Marriage and free falling."

Hmm well I don't think we can do either of those tonite!


11:30pm - Chalked up some driveways.

1:00am - Lie awake in bed listening to the rainstorm wash away everything.  He told me the next morning that he did the same thing. 


Dream big, Darlings     


Monday, August 10, 2015

5 Seconds of Summer Concert


     Concerts have funny ways of not sinking in.  It's been six days since 5SOS but, hey, I'm still trying to convince myself!  I remember it was amazing though!  K and I had front row balcony tickets, 5SOS played almost all of my favorite songs, and Ashton was a babe on the drums.  


     LET ME TELL YOU, 5SOS IS EVEN HOTTER IN PERSON!  LIKE HOLY WOW!


     Epic story time:  After the concert while we were waiting for our ride, we saw girls sprinting to the side of the stadium outside so we strolled along to see what the excitement was all about.  Crowded along the street were girls, girls, girls!  We talked to some of them and they said they were there to watch 5SOS's tour bus come out.  OBVIOUSLY WE STAYED AND OBVIOUSLY IT WAS WORTH IT!!! 

Yellow and green blob is not tour bus.  Yellow and green blob is a rude vehicle who interrupted my panorama.
     Unfortunately, my video of the tour bus refuses to upload but Ashton leaned out and waved at us while the bus was passing by just a few yards ahead of us!!!  It was one of my favorite experiences of all time! 

     Sorry this post is late and choppy.  Ever since I've returned home, my life has consisted of working, golfing, and Girl Scout-ing.  How fun!  :(


Dream big, Darling!


Saturday, August 1, 2015

Midnight Memories || One Direction Concert



I saw One Direction

          I saw One Direction

                    I saw One Direction
                    
                              I saw One Direction

                                        I saw One Direction

                                                  I saw One Direction




     It still is not sinking in and I don't think it ever will, unless I walk up to them, give them a hug, and whisper in their ear while stroking their face, "You're actually real."   For so long I've been dreaming of the day I would be able to see them in person and then two weeks ago, my cousin asked me to go to the Indianapolis concert with her!  You sweet sweet angel!
   
     The concert last night was insane.  Icona Pop opened for them first.  They were okay.  And then the worst part, the wait.  We sat there for an hour, waiting for everything to be in place and for the boys to walk on stage.  Once they dropped the lights, my heart stopped.  Then the crowd went insane!  But it  was just a guy from backstage checking something on stage.  Then it would happen again. And again.  And every time, I'd grab my cousins hand and scream, "I'm not ready!"  And then it happened.  The back of the stage opened and out walked four angels.  I died.  I actually died.




     They sang a variety of their songs from new to old.  Like brand new!  LIKE JUST CAME OUT BRAND NEW!!! THEY SANG THEIR NEW SONG, DRAG ME DOWN, FOR THE FIRST TIME!!! UGHHHHH!!! ADLKFJOASJLFJSODCIJLASDJFOK!!!!!! *dying...again*

     The only times it actually felt somewhat real was between songs when they would talk to the crowd.  My smile muscles were sore by the end of the night and somehow, I'm not hoarse.  I screamed every lyric, I don't know how I'm able to talk this morning. 




    Gosh!  I SAW ONE DIRECTION! LIFELONG DREAM! I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED! MY LIFE FEELS SO COMPLETE! MY LOVE FOR THEM HAS EXPLODED EVEN MORE!  SOMEONE CALL A DOCTOR! 

     IT'S NOT SINKING IN! OH WHY, OH WHY, OH WHY!? I SAW MY BOYS! 


     
  
   Also, if you think their voices sound good in live videos on YouTube, THEY'RE 100000 MORE BEAUTIFUL IN REAL LIFE! LET THAT SINK IN! JUST LET IT! ALSKFJOSADJFLASKDJFOL!!

P.S. Sorry for my hard fangirling.  I just. Yeah.




     AND THEY'RE SO DANG FUNNY! AND THEIR ACCENTS AND UGHHHHHHHHHH!!! AND HARRY TOLD US TO SHUT UP AND THEN APOLOGIZED AND HIS ACCENT JUST MADE IT SO ADORABLE EVEN THOUGH HE JUST YELLED AT US TO SHUT UP!  GOSH, THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME!  AND YEAH, JUST GET ON MY LEVEL AND UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH RIGHT NOW!  I JUST SAW ONE FREAKING DIRECTION! 

Dream big, Darlings!