I Measure My Life in Anecdotes

I realized the other day that my life is just a big jumble of silly anecdotes. Little funny stories I always seem to remember.
From the neighbors we used to have that didn't speak English and played salsa at 3 in the morning.
Or the first time we camped in my backyard and Cassandra and I peed outside because we were too lazy to go all the way back to the house. :P
Or at the Nevershoutnever concert and this drunk lady was trying to fight us for some reason and then passed out behind us.
And when I chased Sam halfway down Michigan Avenue in a mini blizzard in my t-shirt.
And when Erica came to my house and we beat my brother up with foam swords and never REALLY got to the lunar eclipse, because I made her stop talking mid sentence so I could sleep. :P
Or the first time we made a cake at 2 in the morning at Hannah's house and threw a boom box off her porch and beat it with a sledgehammer.
Or sticking tater tots in my pocket in 8th grade making a grease stain on my pants. >.<
Even today, playing Lightning for a class competition at the pep rally. And someone threw the basketball at me and it hit me in the face.

For every situation or event in my life, I have a story that's weird, out of the ordinary or just funny. Whether it's something embarrassing I did, or something completely insane my friends and I did, most of the stories bring back that nostalgic feeling and usually a couple of giggles. Sometimes a few "I remember that!" 's or smh moments.
That's how the timeline in my head goes, from one stupid story to the next. :D
Delaney