Squirrels and Mount Everest

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Earlier today, before Math class, my friend Myles mentioned to me on a random note:
"If you were going to die, how would you die?"
I considered this answer, throughly, but not as throughly as I would have if I had known that 4 hours later, I would be blogging about this experience.

Myles said:
"I would climb to the top of Mount Everest, and jump off of in a squirrel suit. [Flying across America...]*"

I laughed at this and said to myself:
"Squirrel suits and Mount Everest, that's something I should blog about."

My answer had been:
"Fighting for my life, either with my arch-nemesis or a giant coconut."

Not as funny, but it was pretty good for right on the spot like that.



Somedays, you feel like your flying off Mount Everest in a squirrel suit. Aside from the fact that you might die on impact.

Regardless, what I'm trying to convey here is this feeling of euphoria, similar to flying over America, from Mount Everest, in a squirrel suit.

After successfully composing my first theory, ironically about Harsh Weeks, I have a good day. A day when I find 1/2 of my lost belongings from the wrath of last Tuesday. A day when your reputable Science teacher gives you slack on some forgotten homework. A day when everything is going good.

And, it stayed like that!



Man, I'm flying from Mount Everest in a squirrel suit today.

*The brackets ([]) were used in Myles' quotation to paraphrase the idea of flying across America, because yours truly forgot what he actually said.


-Max