On the first day I paddled the Upper Lyon, and the Upper Braan. At the start of the day I was pretty aprehensive as to what the other - significantly better- paddlers had in store for me. The day involved a variety of drops, some nice sticky holes, and some technical boulder dodging. Although challenging, and damn scary, it was amazing to get out at the end of the day having kept my head dry with the associated massive sense of
Finally, the most important reason is I took care of you when you were very sick in bed. Consequently, I will argue that you should drive me to Knott’s this weekend. First, I help you with your laundry. In fact, I have been helping you with your laundry for more than three months already. For example, if I did not do your laundry at all you would be even more tired and exhausted in the weekend than you usually are.
I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied.” Who can blame him? Society is complicated, it’s demanding, it’s hard to please and it already controls enough of our life. It is an endless sea of randomness. Our job isn’t to fit in and fight it, but to escape from it on a raft held together by those few, rare, beautiful things that we can find in nature. That is why so many people travel out into the wilderness.
When I think of a place that relaxes me and brings me great joy, the duck blind always comes to mind. It’s the best getaway to escape everyday life. This place feels like a second home to me. The more I go, the more it amazes me. I’ve shared more memories with the best friends I could as for.
I pulled together a load of darks, tossed them in the wash and plopped on the couch with the July issue of GQ Men Magazine. It included such vital pointers as, “There is no need to match your umbrella to your outfit.” And “remember: a tie bar will amp up any suit.” A half hour later, the laundry was done. I flipped open the lid, pulled fistfuls of damp clothes from the tangle and tossed them into the dryer. As I gathered the last of the stragglers, something in the bottom of the washer caught my eye. “Is that…?” The blood rushed from my face before I could finish the sentence.
His catchphrase of “I’m coming to get you!” was a mainstay of my generation. At a young age, I wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box, so I decided to take the toy into the bathtub with me that night, unknowingly to my mother and sister, of course. Later on, my family is down in the living room watching television when all of a sudden the Cobra Commander’s famous catchphrase can be heard from upstairs in my room with nobody up there. With my mother having an absolute panic attack, she called my father, who just so happened to be working the graveyard shift at Woodhaven Foods. Frantically, she explained the situation to my dad.
I awoke to the sound of Frank Ocean’s melodic voice blasting through the speakers of my iPod alarm clock. Even the intoxicating sound of my favorite artist wasn’t enough to remind that today was Monday. I threw my pillows at the headboard of my bed, wiped the crust from my eyes and trudged towards the shower. The soothing smell of oranges from the body wash wasn’t enough to revive me. Everything I did felt so normal; it made me feel like an average high school student.
Most people tend to be more biased on the place that they have always lived and been raised when they have never experienced the other. For me I have lived in both places and can easily compare the two and their pros and cons of each. The country life for me brings back many very good memories and I always enjoyed the open space that it offered. This was great especially when I was a little kid, because what kid doesn’t love to explore the outdoors with unlimited amounts of space. The wide open space was always something I loved, but it could also be somewhat negative if you ever had some kind of an emergency or even the gas mileage of driving into town on a regular basis.
Crime Fiction * Write Jessica’s entry in her diary for the day she met Richard Dear Diary I woke up this morning knowing that today I was going to complete my masterpiece. I went for a shower and got dressed. I could sense that it was going to be a special day. I took a lot of perfume on, so I was irresistible to my new victim, so with these thoughts in my head I went out the door. I was a few blocks away when I realized that I had forgotten the most important thing, my bag.