oh i can't sleep at night, but just the same, i never weep at night, i call your name
So, this week. Yeah, pretty much sucked...but let's see, more specific than that. Found out that Charlie not only needs a new bumper, but also a new radiator and air conditioner, meaning that it's going to cost $3,800 to fix him. Needless to say, my parents are not too pleased with me at the moment. And on Wednesday was an alumni interview with someone from Swarthmore, which was fine, but it was kind of a pain having to stick around Waltham for an extra hour and a half after piano was over. And Thursday = field trip. Ohhh what to say about that field trip. Well, we went to Salem High School for this Human Rights Day assembly they were having where a guy from the Cambodian Genocide, a guy from Rwanda, and a woman who'd survived the Holocaust came to talk about what they'd lived through. So obviously they had all these interesting stories to tell...only no one was listening. Literally everyone else in the auditorium, including the teachers, would not stop talking. When D-S kids look like angels, you know something's wrong. The low point of that assembly was after the guy from Cambodia was done talking and they had a microphone set up so that people could ask questions, and this girl comes up and asks, "Did you have a girlfriend in Cambodia?" Ummm, first of all, dipshit, he would've been killed, and second of all, he was eleven years old at the time. But he handled it pretty well, considering, and you could see the relief on his face when he finished answering...but she wouldn't go away. Instead, she asked, "So, you never liked anyone?" This is to a man who was put into a camp where he was placed in a cell every day and watched people being tortured so that he would learn how to deal with other people being in pain. What. The. Hell. And then Morrie never showed up, which was most upsetting. Basically, the highlight of that day was going to Taco Bell for the first time for lunch. Sad? Yes.
Friday at school was mostly hell, too, because of the evil calc test which must go unmentioned, but after school was fantabulous. Chris and I walked to Rocky Narrows in order to watch the sunset, but by the time we got to the lookout there was a guy sitting there with his bike. Luckily, we still had an hour or so before the sun started setting, so we resisted the urge to shove him off the cliff and went and half-napped on a boulder further down the path. By the time we got back to the lookout, he was gone and all was right in the world. We miraculously found a way to get comfortable (or at least semi-comfortable) on the rocks and watched the sunset...and stayed there until after the sun had finished setting because we had such problems getting up again. But eventually we did, and we made it back to Chris's car in the dark with the help of our flashlights. The parentals were less than pleased that we'd stayed out so long, but methinks it was worth it. And theeen it was back to our own houses for family dinners, and then out again to see "The Weather Man," which was pretty good, but perhaps a bit too deep for our exhausted minds to fully grasp. When that was done and over with, we were both pretty much falling asleep, but of course I couldn't just go home, because I still had two hours until my dad would start calling me to tell me to come home. So I managed to keep Chris awake enough to drive us back to his house, where we watched amusing home videos of a two-year-old him. And then came curfew, so I had to go home...and that was it.
Saturday was pretty much entirely unproductive, but that's what weekends are for. Babysat that night for the Rauchs, which was actually relatively good. Mason and Spencer are cute and easy to get to go to bed, and I watched an interesting PBS documentary and felt edumacated. Then got home and found my own home videos, which sucked my dad in, even though he was intending to go to bed. Never fails.
And then there was today. Babysitting in the morning, as usual...pretty easy day, all the babies calmed down a few minutes after their parents left, which is pretty miraculous. Then youth group, in which we mapped out what we thought our day would be like in ten years. Most interesting, to tell the truth. When it was over, I called my dad to ask him to pick us up, and he answered the phone by saying "Joe's Bar and Grill," because he's a smartass like that. Only I didn't know it was him, because he's never done that to me before, so I hung up and then tried calling again, and he picked up the phone and would not. Stop. Laughing. Turns out, he didn't even check the caller ID before saying that--he'd just assumed it was me. Nice move, Dad. What if it was your boss? Or um...somebody else important, who I can't think of right now? I swear to God he's got the mind of a 12-year-old. In any case, he did come eventually and I finally dropped off black and white film that'd been burning a hole in my pocket, as well as colors from the Cape. And then came the saga of my iPod, in which I thought that it was brokeded, so we went to Best Buy before dinner to see if they could replace it, and the tech guy took it and before he could even plug it in to check it out, it started working again. Yes, I am completely and totally technologically inept. But then was Chinese food, and our waiter recognized us from when we've been going there for our whole lives, and Josh got a ridiculous fortune in his fortune cookie, which I filched and put on my wall.
And...that's about it. Until next week.
Friday at school was mostly hell, too, because of the evil calc test which must go unmentioned, but after school was fantabulous. Chris and I walked to Rocky Narrows in order to watch the sunset, but by the time we got to the lookout there was a guy sitting there with his bike. Luckily, we still had an hour or so before the sun started setting, so we resisted the urge to shove him off the cliff and went and half-napped on a boulder further down the path. By the time we got back to the lookout, he was gone and all was right in the world. We miraculously found a way to get comfortable (or at least semi-comfortable) on the rocks and watched the sunset...and stayed there until after the sun had finished setting because we had such problems getting up again. But eventually we did, and we made it back to Chris's car in the dark with the help of our flashlights. The parentals were less than pleased that we'd stayed out so long, but methinks it was worth it. And theeen it was back to our own houses for family dinners, and then out again to see "The Weather Man," which was pretty good, but perhaps a bit too deep for our exhausted minds to fully grasp. When that was done and over with, we were both pretty much falling asleep, but of course I couldn't just go home, because I still had two hours until my dad would start calling me to tell me to come home. So I managed to keep Chris awake enough to drive us back to his house, where we watched amusing home videos of a two-year-old him. And then came curfew, so I had to go home...and that was it.
Saturday was pretty much entirely unproductive, but that's what weekends are for. Babysat that night for the Rauchs, which was actually relatively good. Mason and Spencer are cute and easy to get to go to bed, and I watched an interesting PBS documentary and felt edumacated. Then got home and found my own home videos, which sucked my dad in, even though he was intending to go to bed. Never fails.
And then there was today. Babysitting in the morning, as usual...pretty easy day, all the babies calmed down a few minutes after their parents left, which is pretty miraculous. Then youth group, in which we mapped out what we thought our day would be like in ten years. Most interesting, to tell the truth. When it was over, I called my dad to ask him to pick us up, and he answered the phone by saying "Joe's Bar and Grill," because he's a smartass like that. Only I didn't know it was him, because he's never done that to me before, so I hung up and then tried calling again, and he picked up the phone and would not. Stop. Laughing. Turns out, he didn't even check the caller ID before saying that--he'd just assumed it was me. Nice move, Dad. What if it was your boss? Or um...somebody else important, who I can't think of right now? I swear to God he's got the mind of a 12-year-old. In any case, he did come eventually and I finally dropped off black and white film that'd been burning a hole in my pocket, as well as colors from the Cape. And then came the saga of my iPod, in which I thought that it was brokeded, so we went to Best Buy before dinner to see if they could replace it, and the tech guy took it and before he could even plug it in to check it out, it started working again. Yes, I am completely and totally technologically inept. But then was Chinese food, and our waiter recognized us from when we've been going there for our whole lives, and Josh got a ridiculous fortune in his fortune cookie, which I filched and put on my wall.
And...that's about it. Until next week.