11.11.2013

A Personal Narrative/Blogging Challenge 9 Part 1

I've probably been involved in at least half a dozen misdemeanors, but most of them aren't really bad, or good enough stories to write about. This is just one of my many adventures.
I woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb-... Wait, no, that's the intro to a song. Here's how a story starts.
It was a warm evening in June; I, along with a couple friends went to Dairy Queen after a long day of doing stuff that teens do. Mikey's mom mom gave us $5 to buy something at DQ. Now if you know anything about money, you know $5 dollars doesn't buy ****. We literally scavenged change from the floor and had to ask another friend, Coby, for his change. In the end we had a bout $6.50, which still isn't much, but it was enough to but a slushy and a small Blizzard.
We loitered there for about an hour, until our desserts had settled. Then we decided to go down to the park at Washington School and have some fun. We prank called just about every girl in our contacts, using *67, obviously, then we called a random number and heard a sexually explicit pre-recorded message, that was one of the funniest things I've ever heard. I nearly fell off the big dome-jungle-gym thing because I was laughing so hard.
Later, the fourth member of our party, Jordan, suggested that we have a fake fight right next to the state highway. I didn't really want to because I knew some concerned citizen would come over and try to put a stop to it. But the other guys convnced me to at least be the camera guy. We started behind the school, and Jordan ran out to the road with us chasing him, then Coby jumps off his bike and tackles him. Then the we run up and start kicking him. Just as I thought, some old dude pulled up and started yelling. I, being the oldest and quickest one there, showed him the phone and made up some story about making a bullying video for YouTube, and Jordan explained that he was fine and we weren't actually hitting him. Somehow, we got away with it. This was probably the best part of the whole adventure.
Hours later, Mikey and I walked around his neighborhood, lighting fireworks in random people's yards and driveways (this took pretty much no convincing from my friend, because I was down with this, too), then running away. I don't know if that was illegal, but I don't think the people who woke up to "crack, crack-crack-crack, crack!" liked it. It was great, though. Afterwards, we played video games at his house, then we got 4 or 5 hours of sleep, woke up, and played video games again. 
That folks, is a day in the life of Camron M. (the author)

Now reflecting upon it, I find myself wondering why we did most of those things, and I have come up with only one answer: Because we wanted to.

11.04.2013

Wonder of The Day


Do Taste Buds Change?

Taste buds don't change,(according to the article), but they do die. you may not like things when you're young because you have more taste buds and and overall better senses. Older folks though, have lesser senses, and may not think it tastes as bad or as strong as when they were younger.