We Cannot Road Trip To Paris.

Once When I Was Ninth Grade I Had To Write A Paper On A Poem. One Of The Lines Was"if Your Eyes Weren't Open You Wouldn't Know The Difference Between Dreaming And Waking' It Hadn't Meant Meant Much To Me At The Time. After All There'd Been A Guy In The Class That I Liked So How Could I Be Expected To Pay Attention To Literary Analysis? Now Three Year Later I Understand The Poem Perfectly.

If You'd Teach Me To Swear In Russian, I Might Have A New Appreciation For It

Most Good Things Come With The Risk Of Something Bad.

What, Are You Doing? Aside From Getting Your Sandwich Cold." "i’m Making A Snow Angel. Don’t You Know What That Is?" "yes, I Know. But Why? You Must Be Freezing." "not So Much, Actually. My Face Is A Little, I Guess.

But I Did Die Once. (i Don't Recommend It.)