Alive.

Post midnight joy rides and yolo themed evenings are in order.  Some days i'd be shaken to wakefulness at the crack of noon,spotlighted by the sun, unsubtly peeking its way  through my bedroom blinds. Genuine terror ensues at a gander to the mirror. My grotesque self staring back,grizzly beared tresses twisted, you'd think sparrows have built it's ancestral fort there and bloodshot eyes,coupled by dark circles. Hello Alya,you're looking mighty fine. Fast forward to the sprightly bits,having a ridiculously amazing set of family and friends really charges positivity to the atmosphere,to your very veins. Its healthy, keeps you lively and simper-clad almost every day. Anyway,its pretty much every other night post SPM, me and a couple of pals headed to the favourite fast food joint that has our on-going predilection to dine, and prolong adolescent-fueled correspondence. (mostly raunchy,vile things.) Cracking guffaws every nanosec. As always i'd keep my faithful deck of cards, and the night commences. Its akin to fireworks exploding in the pitch black sky. Thats how it felt. Cards and i are pretty chummy. First round,won by yours truly,second as well. The third was pretty shit,i was adamant on focusing on my vanilla icecream not melting and juggling cards to win. Im only human,i opted for the former. (duh icecream). Amidst icecream and cards i managed to bite my friends limbs and have her impulsively knock me to the side. Elbow came in contact with the wall,followed by incoherent guffaws and me proceeding to scream and screech and giggle? Its akin to a drunken stupor really,fragments of my memory of it. Still,my friend's are kickass.