I love adventures

So I have about six people surrounding me. Some are drinking (not loud and obnoxious, just havin a few), some are smokin bud, some are smokin powders, some are doin rails. Actually we're almost all doing all of the above, but it leads to great conversation and a rather large slumber party. (minus the slumber) Today we spent time by the lake for awhile (I'd say swimming, but where I live you don't want any of your toes in the water at this time of year. There may be water, but the ice isn't gone yet. One thing I don't understand: Why people, men inparticular, must throw things onto the floating ice chunck (it's usually one chuncks (or the one large one, depending on time of year, stage of thaw and of course how many others have previously attempted this sport; everyone's gotta get lucky once in a while right?) in a vain attempt to break it? But hey as long as it occupies them (and it does, oh trust me it does). We went for a walk after up the shore line. I love where I live, nature is so in your face no matter where you are. (No I'm not tellin you where it is then you might come here, like it, stay and eventually it will be too big, it almost is) We've been hangin at the apartment watchin movies and obsucure television programs. In moments I am part of the group around me and yet in times like this I prefer to make excuses (hey I do have projects to do) to be seperate from them. It enables me to sit back and just watch.. the expressions of their faces as they talk, the twitches that are unique to only them...