It’s a cool–but comfortably cool, the type of cool that wraps its arms warmly around you–summer night, and there’s somewhere you need to be. The sky’s shaking droplets of water from the fluffy clouds above and the stars do their best to peek through, but there’s somewhere you must be. So you climb your way into the passenger seat of the jeep–the jeep whose doors have been removed for the summer season. A foot perching against the hinge where the door should be, music blaring from the radio, the jeep moves forward and off you go. A freeing surge from inside releases you as you ride over winding back roads, air pouring through the jeep and sprinkles of water splashing your bare face. Hill over hill you roll, the night around you capturing your breath from its natural beauty. Minds wander off to thoughts unrecently touched, voices sound as songs of nostalgia break the night’s natural silence. Jeep rides like those–doorless, lightless, full of wind and water and sound–absolutely nothing beats them. Yes, it might seem scary to ride in a car without doors the first few times, but comfort builds with each ride. You find yourself becoming more and more daring with each ride you take. First, it’s your foot perched on the hinge, then it’s your foot on the running board, then it’s your hand sticking outside of the frame of the Jeep. Each time, your heart leaps with excitement, and a much-needed release follows as the wind tickles your skin. Those rides are almost addictive. Ever since my first ride like that, I’ve always anticipated the next chance I’ll have to experience that brief tranquility. No car ride beats Jeep rides like those–they’re always awesome.
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Driving to school in the morning is a literal Highway to Hell. I just woke up early with a tired brain, my heart low in my chest as I drag my hands across a cold steering wheel as I navigate through the dark, cold air of the almost night. The clock says it’s morning, but the sky says its night, and my mind and body say it’s time to sleep. I lightly slap my cheeks in an attempt to push the grogginess and long for a warm bed out of my head. Now, there is a large hill that my car climbs while driving to school. At the time I reach this hill, the darkness of the night gives way to a cornflower blue as the sun attempts to rise above the clouds. It’s at the top of this hill that the first glimpse of the sunrise is visible. Warm streaks of rust and blushing cheeks collide with the indigo of the tired sky. The sun peeks its weary head above a hill so just the faint glow of its ray like hair is visible. It is at this moment that an odd calm comes over me and my heart is light. Most days I do not pass the hill at the precise moment to catch a glimpse of this rare beauty, but the days I do fill my heart with a sense of purpose. I woke up today, albeit a bit late. I got dressed, grabbed my books and headed off to seek an education before the sun even saw the sky. I gazed upon the morning sky before the sun had, before most creatures had as they stayed curled up in their burrows. I watched as the yellow caterpillar began to wake from its blue cocoon, sprouting its magenta wings and stretching them out across the sky. It’s a feeling that warms your body on a cold day and lights your ways through the dark corridors of high school. When you walk into a vinyl record place that has the smell of an old rusty attic with a thousands of vinyls to look through. The semi- used sleeves of which the records are kept in. The chance you take of judging a record by it’s cover. You don’t know what your getting for $10.99. Not until you go home and listen to it. As I put the stash of vinyl records in my car the smell of the store followed me. For me it’s the anticipation of driving thirty to thirty-five minutes back home to listen to the songs. Of course there are record players at the store so that you can listen to the songs you might want to buy. However, what’s the fun in that? Somethings are better left unknown for a while. Everybody loves a little friendly competition, especially when there are bonus points involved. That’s why Kahoot is universally loved by everyone. When the teacher hooks their laptop up the to smart-board and you hear the famous music blaring through the speaker, you know you’re in for a wild ride. If you don’t know the answers, you try to hide your laptop screen so your teacher doesn’t see how much you don’t pay attention. But if you do know the answers, then that means you’re in the running for first place, and there is no better feeling than winning first place in Kahoot. It’s your chance to show your teacher that you know your stuff and show your classmates that you’re better than them. Not to mention that the game is almost always intense. The fast paced music and ten second countdown makes your heart beat like you’re running in a race, and there’s always one kid that right on your tail. When the games finally over and your teacher shows the podium with a gold metal placed above your name, it is truly a glorious moment. Of course there are almost always prizes for the people in the top three. Some teachers give out candy or pencils, which is great, but the best prize you could get is bonus points on the next test, and that really makes it all worth it. Rolling a 1 in Dungeons and Dragons is awesome. You may ask, “Dungeons and Dragons? Is that the overly referenced board game that nerds play in their mom’s basements every week? Answer: yes. I’m in love with this game. You see, I have never in my life played a board game with as much creativity than D&D. Never have I played a game where you can attempt to push an orc off a cliff and end up failing so badly that you make the orc jump off himself. Never have I played a game where you can start a forest fire and get attacked by an army of Smokey the Bears wearing park ranger outfits. Never have I played a game where you are able to catapult a dwarf named Chunk and a talking crab at light speed into the eye of a cyclops. The creativity in this game is astounding. Now that you've heard that you can catapult crabs in this game, I’m certain that someone reading/hearing this would want to know how to play this game. It’s quite simple. First you get a group of friends willing to commit to playing the game with you. Then you make one person in your group the dungeon master, or DM for short. Then you read the main 3 books on the basics of the game, the DM Guide, Player’s Handbook, and the Monster Manual. Then, you go through the painstaking process of creating your character. I’m not done. You and your friends are going to need 7 special dice to play: a 4 sided die, 6 sided die, 8 sided die, 10 sided die, 12 sided die, 20 sided die, and a percentile die. Then you have to make a map for your characters to play on. There are like, a dozen other things, but I can’t explain everything. That would take up more than 2 hours to even talk about. So let’s say that you're finished doing all that. If you survived so far, you're definitely a committed person. You and the nerds are sitting there, listening to the DM master nerd lay out the story for you. You chose to play a good guy character named Bob who comes from a normal background and a normal life. You didn’t want to be out of your comfort zone playing for the first time as a fanatic cult leader named Chobunga who requires a soul sandwich every day to keep himself alive. So, there you are playing Bob. You and your friends start their story in a cave. You were captured by goblins, and that’s how your characters met. The DM chucks a few goblins at you, and Bob, ready with his sword, rolls for initiative. You roll a 1. Bob falls flat on his face, giving the goblins an advantage on attacking him. Luckily, one of the goblins rolls a 1, “accidentally” stabbing another goblin nearby through the leg. You're a few minutes into the battle, and there’s only one goblin left. It’s Bob’s turn. You roll a 1 again. You cry in pain as the number stares back at you, into your soul. Bob’s sword flies out of his hands and breaks into pieces as it hits the cave wall. It’s the goblin’s turn, and whaddya know? He rolls a 1. The goblin accidentally bumps into a Rube Goldberg Machine that just so happened to be there, and sets it in motion. The machine keeps going until a bucket of mana spills over the goblin, making him fly out of the cave and into the sky, never to be seen again. As your DM tallies up your experience points, you think to yourself, “What just happened?”. That is what rolling a 1 is like in Dungeons and Dragons is like. Even though Bob might hurt himself, or do something embarrassing like accidentally spill water from your canteen on the king of a city who was going to reward you for a quest, it’s you and your friends laughing at Bob’s mistakes that really makes rolling a 1 in D&D awesome. There is nothing better than solving any dispute with a pinky promise. There is just a sense of trust whenever your pinky finger intertwines with another. It gives a sense of love, comfort, and faith in one another. Pinky promises are my solid foundation of trust. For as long as I can remember I have been locking fingers with my brother and sister to show that our bond would never be broken. From the smallest of things like, who broke the new glass vase or even the biggest of things, where my sister told us she was pregnant before our parents were supposed to find out. I continue to do them frequently with some of my best friends because it is our way of taking an oath and saying we always have each other’s backs. This is one of those things where if you break it, I will not tell you anything important ever again. My pinky promises give me a sense of security with another person. While a promise is a promise, a pinky promise is on a whole different level. To me, the pinky promise is the most serious and sacred form of trust, and if I do it with you, just know it’s legit. edit. I pull the two rusty green lawn chairs out of the garage. My sister sprints up to the house to grab snacks, AKA old cereal or wheat thins. We sprint down the long driveway as I burn my bare feet on the hot tar and my sister heelys down like a pro. We quickly set up our lawn chairs at the very end of the driveway making sure the 9 foot tall bush doesn’t get in our view of the road to the left. I sit in my low chair and keep watch on the left as my sister takes watch on the right. The first car barrels down the street from the left side at a whopping 20 miles per hour. I slap my sister to let her know what’s coming and she slaps me back harder until she catches sight of that one red car. We stand up at the sight and the driver of the car looks our way. We put our fists in the air and drop them with our elbows to the ground as we hear the first honk of the first car. BEEP BEEEEEEEP. I catch a glimpse of the driver and see his smiling face and a wave before I turn to my sister and see a look of raw happiness spread over her face. We sit back down and stifle our laughter as the car passes and wait for our next chance at a little happiness. Many people are always planning on when they can take a nap down to the date and time. My awesome is taking a nap and specifically a nap on the beach. Well technically those are two things but both the beach and the nap combined make it better than a nap on the couch or a nap in your bed. When the sun beams onto your skin you get a warm, cozy and protective feeling. Even if you are not tired the sun blazing on your skin and the cool sand under your toes will make you calm and relaxed leaving you restless. As I put my towel down in the perfect spot right under the sun and right where the water touches the sand I already feel the restlessness come on. As I scroll through my phone and play my favorite tunes I start to drift off into what I thought would be a light sleep. Three hours later I wake up feeling like a new and improved person. As I write about this nap today you can tell it was awesome considering I still remember it. It was definitely an awesome nap because that I felt like I slept for hours and was filled with energy and excitement even though the sunburn was excruciatingly painful. OOPS at least I will be tan in a week. #awesome It's one of the best cookies there is filled with a thin layer of icing on the inside. The Oreo rank number one out of all store bought cookies. The Oreo is loved coming with multiple different versions my personal favorite being the double stuffed variant. The best part of the Oreo is easily the icing in the middle and one time I was young I must have thought what if there was more. What if you had a triple stuffed or quadruple stuffed Oreo? This is how the combination began you take one Oreo, remove one of the outer layers, and do the same to the other Oreos you plan to eat. I’d say it works best with up to 6 Oreos. You have two Oreos still with their outer layer and the rest just take the icing from the other four and put it in between the other two. This will give you the Mega stuffed Oreo and that is something I think of as pretty awesome. Waking up when it’s still dark out knowing that you’ll be above the clouds in a few hours. When you lie down again, it won’t be in your bed but a strange one. It’s not so much the destination, but the trip. The excitement of the airport. People running in each direction, the escalator that runs flat, the sound the luggage makes on the tiles. That’s what is truly awesome. The sights of the planes coming and going, the many, many food vendors each with a different cuisine, or the huge glass windows showing the world of the airplanes. Standing with your hands pressed on the cool glass waiting in anticipation wondering if that is your plane is awesome. You can hardly stand still because of the joy of the destination. Watching the sun rise over the sea of airplanes is truly awesome. The glimmer of oranges and yellows over the frosted-grays that cover airplanes. The way way the sun rises as you eat breakfast at the table with the window in the café. The excitement that has filled you and taken over is awesome. |
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