Handstand Part 2

Ok.
I TOLD you my school was weird.
Today, we were just joking around in my classroom.
I was pretending to be Beardy, and joking around with him.

Hippy Campers

It's late- I don't know what time, but I think it should be a new day soon. I'm riding on a concrete road built in the middle of a forest. It's a state park, so it's part civilized part wilderness. Pine infiltrates my nose, and cool air swishes under my t-shirt, aerating my back. The moon up in the sky is bright, two slivers away from being full. The bike below me cracks a stick, and I turn behind me to my friend Gami steering. I'm riding on the handlebars of the bike, old-school style.

My Friends Are Freaks and Other Problems

I guess it's time to write about my friends.

This is going to be tough.

I was recently talking to Hue Hipster, and she told me that I needed to update my blog- as did Jaye, from wonderjayesaway. 

Right now, I want to write about Hue Hipster and Karate Kid.