A creator shares random moments from basketball camp: leaving a chicken plate in his room, burning through data on a six-hour bus ride, and pranking a friend by hiding his baseball glove. He's anxious about breaking his upload streak and plans to tell his mom about YouTube when he hits ten thousand subscribers.
So I just got back from my basketball camp, and before I left, apparently I had chicken and I left the plate in the room, and now my room smells like chicken.
And while I was at basketball camp, I didn't upload yesterday, and you have no idea how much that bugged me. It's weird, like, that should not bug me as much as it does, but I was legitimately, like, thinking about it all day yesterday, like, "I'm not uploading, I'm breaking my streak." And in other good news, while we were on the bus, we had a 6-hour bus trip, I was on my phone pretty much the whole time and I just murdered my data plan just watching vid— I mean, Snapchatting girls, definitely not watching, you know, YouTube videos about video games. Psh, nah, I was Snapchatting the whole time, definitely. Yeah, I'm a nerd. Rest in peace, data plan. But I just finished replying to 50 comments. That was pretty nice. I came back and I saw a little 50 notification and I was like, "Dang, that's a lot of comments." Mom, I'm famous! Actually, speaking of that, it's funny how much time I've invested into this. And my mom doesn't even know that I do YouTube. I think when I get like 10,000 subscribers, I'll mention it to her. Honestly, I have no idea what she thinks I do with my life. Like, no joke, the other day before basketball camp, I had my tripod sitting up on a table with a camera on it pointed at a wall, and my mom walked in my room to grab something, and she didn't even say anything. And like, I don't even know what she thinks I was doing. Like, why do I have a camera on a tripod? And she didn't even ask. It was really funny to me. Something else funny that happened was my friend brought his baseball gloves so we could throw them between basketball games. I don't know, he's kind of weird. But when we were packing up to leave, I noticed his glove on the floor, so I picked it up, put it in my bag or whatever. I didn't tell him I grabbed it. And then when we were part of the way home, like an hour down the road, he remembered that he didn't grab his glove and he started freaking out. I didn't tell him I had it, and it was just hilarious. But eventually he went to go call the dorm advisor and have them mail him his glove, and that's when I told him I had it. And— Oh, um, yeah, I don't remember where I was on that story. Um, okay, yeah, there was no point to this video. Hopefully you enjoyed.
Why does my room smell like chicken? No exception to the rule, do what you do to get by. Cause I keep ticking like a metronome and my thoughts keep telling me to get me home, but my balls keep telling me to let me go. Oh, just let me go. That clock keeps ticking like a metronome and my thoughts keep telling me to get me home, but my balls keep telling me to let me
