Nineteen clementines on a banana boat

There is something incredibly romantic about the smell of cigarette smoke. Not necessarily in the sense that it's a sexy scent, cause I don't really know if I believe that. I think the fact that it's smoke counteracts that erotic quality. But I guess it could be a sexy scent, perhaps if it was in the form of a precious memory. Maybe you met your one true love outside on a break from work. You wanted some fresh air and he needed to feed his addiction. So now every time someone lights up, you can't help but to think of the way his caramel colored eyes shine. Unless you're too fixed on the fact that you could be allowing cancer causing agents to squeeze their way into your body, that you don't even remember how you and oh-what's-his-face met. Either way, for me, I find being around those who smoke to be extremely comforting. When I was young, I felt that people who smoked had a certain maturity to them. I don't necessarily think that anymore, but when I was 8 years old and my much older cousin would come to visit, I thought it was "cool" when she went out back to light a cigarette. It gave me an opportunity to grow up, be an adult, if only for a little while and be completely comfortable while doing so. Now when I sit outside of a freshman dorm or around a patio swing at a birthday party with my head in a cloud of smoke, the feeling of being a comfortable adult returns.

Last night was the birthday party for me. One word to describe the entire situation: soggy. Before I explain that, I'll explain the fun leading up to it as well as after it. After a long awaited reunion (one week is a long time to not see the faces of people you barely went 3 hours without seeing) I was bombarded with giant bear hugs, loud growling "ooohhh i missed you" greetings, and sloppy head kisses. I was happy to be in the company of my close friendly friends. But it didn't take long before an adventure was able to ensue. Sandra and I met Dora the wacky explorer's little brahh. Or something. We were just minding our business at the park, updating each other on life and all of a sudden a little voice peeps over top of the jungle gym. "Hi. Do you wanna explore with me?" How could I say no to a 5 year old adventurer? He brought me down to the edge of this perfect stream equipped with slippery river rocks and fallen leaves. He told me about the time he found this huge fish, longer than his arm, under that rock over there. Ohhh and then there was the time he encountered the alligator right over there...ya know, next to that rock. When it was brought to my attention that poison ivy was a possibility, Javier the Explorer showed me an alternative route but reassured me that it was okay if he got poison ivy 'cause he's already got eczema so it's not going to itch any more than it already does. :) After that, Sandra and I walked back to Sam's house in fear for our lives. I guess it's a bad idea to walk through the ghetto with your "ladies" showing off?

The fun started after Aaron and Samanthantha returned with beverages. There were loads of fun games played. Sandra and I being on team Boo + Boo (clever, I know). Lemme just say that she and I are incredibly intimidating when it comes to pong and the reason we didn't get the majority of the balls in is because we didn't want to scare anyone away with how good we truly are. About the whole soggy situation...yeah. Well I thought it was bad when clumsy Sandra spilt a bit of mango juice on my pretty dress. But I didn't wanna make a big deal about it. It's just a little spilt juice...who cares? DAMP. Not even 12 minutes later, I'm holding a pretty full beverage when Maxey one ups Sandra on the clumsy ladder. One minute my cup is full, the next it's half empty (I'm not being pessimistic). Maxey's hand whacked the cup straight onto my boobs spilling mango and other goodness all down the front of my dress and into my cleavage. SOGGY. The next account of soggy happened after Boo + Boo's laughing fit on the ground took place. Taking a large gulp of lime beeeeeeeer and me bumping into Sandra does not mix well. She couldn't hold it in after I ever so gracefully collided with her, thus spewing beer all over me! SOGGY. As gross as it was to have Sandra's mouth beer and the mango lovin' on my boobs, face and dress, it didn't bother me that much. I had way too much fun to even care. The dancing in the basement was premium, as well, even though it was a one man show on my part. I didn't so much enjoy the latter part of the partaaay when my eyes got heavy and so did my heart. But that's irrelevant considering the rest of it was bitchin'. I cannot wait to do it again. Samantha, I love you with so much umpf! and bizam! it's crazy.

Ishaq, I said I would give you a shout out. So hurr ya go, fool. Shouttttttt! You're creepy. But thanks for being funny :)

Plans for the next two weeks:
-Go to another party. Kimmah's a silly girl...
-Reunite again with friends! yesss please. I want to see you. Yes. YOU. let's hang out :3
-Grow a garden?
-Turn another year older