The Wheels...

This is a problem for me. I call them my 'wheels.' Despite what your instincts might lead you to believe, they're not inanimate round objects that roll around and what not like the term 'wheel' would lead you to believe. They're people.

The wheels were started from a friend of mine named 'Mike' who is so involved in my relationship with my girlfriend that we called him our third wheel.

It later occurred to me that half of my friends were overly involved in this relationship and seemed to treat it like the group relationship rather than MY relationship. There were so many of these people that we named them the 'wheels' referring to the third wheel bit started by Mike.

I'll be attempted to have a nice moment with Catti, when suddenly something like this happens...

They poke around the corner, noticing us, thinking they need to come join us...

One of us notices them, and begins praying they change their minds or notices that we don't want them to bother us...

 

They don't notice...

Then I'm all like

Then they're like

And Catti's like

And it's all such a chaotic mess.

Anyways, so we're now skipping lunch to avoid the wheels. We now wait for their return. But this time, we'll be ready. The wheels shall not win next time we meet.


Til next time :33

Hi, I'm Levi.

The title basically says it all, I'm Levi. I currently live with my grandmother and grandfather. My grandfather's fairly interesting, but he's not the most upbeat person in the world...

 

aside from  that, my life is pretty average. I got up and got on my one of two passions in this planet, the internet.

I can get a little into my web surfing sometimes. Anyways, I'm getting ready to go to my friend Dan's house right now to write scripts and what not, and possibly accomplishing something with my day.

Okay, I think since this is a first post and I direly lack inspiration, I'll just tell you about the people I know.

The first person, who will probably be obviously making the most appearances, is me. Levi Dylan Kipp. I often wear a trenchcoat, or at least I used to. I'm fifteen and have a fairly large family.  I'm a freaking legend.. That's all there is to it.

 

Then there's my cousin, Jason. He's about eleven and has it in his head that's he's going to be a professional wrestler. I have endured more pain from this child then I am willing to specify. 

After that my other relative with whom I live is my grandfather, Jack Kipp. Also known as 'Pappy' as the grandkids call him

Doesn't he look thrilled?

I don't find it necessary to explain his beliefs, personality, or habits as I think the previous picture that featured him kind of explains a bit of his character...

Well I think that's enough for this post. come again :33