Stop to eat the roses. My friend gave me the idea for that name. It was two
days before Valentine's day and our school was doing a fundraiser where you
could pay to send your friends flowers. My friend said he was going to buy
himself roses. I was surprised he actually wanted them enough to buy some
himself, it didn't seem like him at all, none of our friends ever got any. So I asked
why he cared so much about them. His response: "My friend said he ate some
roses once and they were really good, I wanted to see if he was right." Yeah
that's my friends all right, buying roses just to eat them. Later that week I was talking to another friend of ours about how someday I was going to write about all the weird stuff my friends do, and we thought up the name Stop To Eat The Roses. Then, my neighbor suggested I start a blog, since I enjoy writing a lot, and that's how I got to writing this.
This blog is about all the weird experience I have with my weird life and weird friends, and about anything else that I happen to be thinking about.
