I really need to get a life, or leave Shelburne. (Personally I vote for the latter) Yesterday was aimlessly driving around Shelburne trying to find something to do in a place that is very anti-entertainment, in other words as boring as hell (tho when you think of hell I don't think that it would be a very boring place to be, still more exciting then Shelburne tho). Pretty much just went to the caves with G and Dillon. G had never been so it was fun. Also we had the sense to bring candles so we could see. We didn't end up seeing much more then mass amounts of somke that were in the cave. It was thoroghly hot-boxed. ^___^
Later we went back into town and I bought some Pop Tarts. They weren't as good as these cookie things that I wanted to get but seeing as they dropped off the face of the planet as of last night I was forced to make due with Pop Tarts.
While in the caves we started writing anything brilliant that cave into our conversations. These are but a few quotes
me: "I will jump off these stairs with my jar of dirt!"
Dillon: "No hotdog. Just cogalosh."
Dillon: "Yo ho ho mop the deck"
G: "I don't want a jar of dirt!!!"
G: "I'm ona rock."
G: "(?)"
Convo. between G and me
G: "did someone just throw something at me?"
*very long pause*
me: "it's on your shoulder."
G: "really?...FUCK!!!"