Medium: Pencil sketch
Skateboards.
The title pretty much sums it up.
I love them, because of their extreme awesomeness, and just because it's something that I just do, honestly. (weird, I know)
I hate them, well... because they hate me (in a sense). As in, I'm on one (happens to be the one I own - go figure) and I think I'm getting the hang of it. "Yah! I've got this!" I shout as I jump back on it in the Goodwill parking lot (where I just bought it 15 min. earlier. And under the sign that reads No Bicycles, Rollerblades or Skateboards Please!) and I push off.
It was grand - 18.4 seconds of pure bliss!
Then, as my brother poetically puts it, "your feet went over your head" thing happened.
In other words, I have no sense of balance. Really, I don't. I tend to fall over a lot. Some call me clumsy, others a pancake (don't ask) and strictly friends, "The Lib-out"
-Libster
PS
I admit it - I have become a horrible blogger. Please forgive me everyone!
