swirling, whirling, and twirling out of control
Contrary to what the subject precludes, I am totally in control. It just sounded cool. I did go to the state fair today (with Leslie baby) though, at which I swirled, whirled, and twirled. The best ride was the gravitron. You lean against a vertical pad (no bars, harnesses, belts, nothing) and it spins so fast that you're pushed to the outside. Eventually, your pad slides up off the ground. Your body feels so heavy that your limbs won't move, your throat constricts so you can barely breathe, your cheeks are pushed into your face, and your eyes shoot salty tears toward the back of your head! It was awesome. Everything was so expensive, which reminded me that I really hate carnivals. They're so loud and pricy and crazy. It's nice once in a while, but that's about all I can handle. Leslie and I had fun. (Plus, when we ate at Ray's ice cream, my server was super cute and gave me three scoops when I asked for a single. Mo, you would've loved him cuz he reminds me of DG even more than the blockbuster/caribou boy does)
WHoo. I worked registration today for 3.5 hours, which was supposed to be 3. The machine was stupid and broke a few times, which made everything so fun (the sarcasm is OOOOZING out my ears)... I complain, but it was seriously the easiest volunteer work ever, and I enjoyed seeing so many people I know. I work again tomorrow and the next day. I had to register in the afternoon, so I came and did all my crap...but when I went to get a parking pass, I realized I didn't write down my liscence plate number. So I ran out to write it, and when I went to write my insurance expiration date down, I realized it was outdated by 2 weeks. I would've gotten in loads of trouble if I'd been pulled over. I guess I'll try tomorrow before I work or I'll do it when school starts. No biggie.
That was all pretty boring. I doubt it'll get much better today. All mundane all the time. Well, at least right now. ;-) I washed my melly today, greased slides and oiled valves and all. That was fun. (Fun? Did I just say WASHING MY HORN was fun??? What a dork.) It was really sweet to see Ashley yesterday!!! I missed her so much. School won't be the same without Ashley and Ellen and Alison...and all those other x-seniors I love and miss!!! :-(
I just remembered that when I was working, there was this cute guy from Brazil who got his picture taken. I wonder if he's new? I don't remember him from last year. Maybe I could pull an Alison and go to prom with a foreign guy ;-) Or I could magically find the perfect guy right about now and date him forever and run off into the sunset after having a beautiful and romantic, traditional wedding with red bridesmaid dresses and roses and...hoo. Girls are strange beings, aren't they? I'm joking, but girls seriously put all that wedding stuff through their minds after the very first inkling of a crush-feeling. And guys think of...other things...right away. We're all so weird. There really is no normal...we're all just weird. I can accept that.
I'm excited for the first football game! Games have to be one of the best parts of marching band. Everything's more relaxed, you get to hang out and pretend you know what's going on in the game and play without a jacket on and joke about how much our team sucks!
The funniest thing about volunteering today was saying "Do you have an athletic pass?" and getting a frantic look along with a "w-w-what?" like they're thinking did I forget something? should I have that? What's wrong with me? Registration sucks. Truly.
I ate at mongolian barbeque today for the first time. It's a much better deal than Stir Crazy at Great Lakes Crossing. You get more for less and their sauce is better. I go up with a bowl of noodles, shrimp, pineapple, and sweet and sour sauce. The guy says "That's the most creative thing you can come up with, shrimp and noodles?" I blushed and looked at the ground, but wanted to say "I put pineapple in there too..."
This has been a long entry with nothing exciting. Let's spice it up.
Today I traveled to Fiji where I discovered a new bird species after months of searching its deep jungles. Unfortunately, my notebook, containing all my research and observations, fell out of the canoe when I crashed into a rock. I hacked through the jungle with a machetti, soaking wet, no research to speak of, completely lost. When I passed out from hunger, I was miraculously saved by a tribe of pigmies. Much kinder than my prejudices would have led me to believe them to be, they nursed me back to health on a diet of guano, various plants, and raw insects. After living among the pigmies for an impossibly lengthy amount of time, I built a strong friendship with a man who also lived among them. He was not one of them, but was a very handsome young man from Europe, who had suffered a similar ordeal to mine. After the many months of living in the jungle and learning from the natives, we decided to try and get home. Our new friends provided us with enough food for 2 weeks, a raft to travel the river, and their prayers that we would return safely to an inhabited part of the island. After the 2 weeks, my partner and I had exhausted the food and were still far from civilization. Our traveling clothes torn, hair grown long, and skin turned dark, we looked a sight. Going days without food, we felt as savage as our countenance suggested. After a week of drifting the river, ravenous and exhausted, a small, colorful bird landed on my shoulder. I instantly recognized it, through the fog over my eyes and the pain burning my skull, that it was my new species. I whispered in the pigmy language a message of desperation. It flew off, and a European search party saved us within 24 hours. The party had been searching for the prince of Wales, the true identity, I discovered, of my travel parter, and he proposed to me when we were safely in his home country. We were married on Figi soil, all our family and friends present, and my bird earned me a teaching position at Harvard University.
Hope you liked that. It was fun. I'm going to the store now, so have a great week!
WHoo. I worked registration today for 3.5 hours, which was supposed to be 3. The machine was stupid and broke a few times, which made everything so fun (the sarcasm is OOOOZING out my ears)... I complain, but it was seriously the easiest volunteer work ever, and I enjoyed seeing so many people I know. I work again tomorrow and the next day. I had to register in the afternoon, so I came and did all my crap...but when I went to get a parking pass, I realized I didn't write down my liscence plate number. So I ran out to write it, and when I went to write my insurance expiration date down, I realized it was outdated by 2 weeks. I would've gotten in loads of trouble if I'd been pulled over. I guess I'll try tomorrow before I work or I'll do it when school starts. No biggie.
That was all pretty boring. I doubt it'll get much better today. All mundane all the time. Well, at least right now. ;-) I washed my melly today, greased slides and oiled valves and all. That was fun. (Fun? Did I just say WASHING MY HORN was fun??? What a dork.) It was really sweet to see Ashley yesterday!!! I missed her so much. School won't be the same without Ashley and Ellen and Alison...and all those other x-seniors I love and miss!!! :-(
I just remembered that when I was working, there was this cute guy from Brazil who got his picture taken. I wonder if he's new? I don't remember him from last year. Maybe I could pull an Alison and go to prom with a foreign guy ;-) Or I could magically find the perfect guy right about now and date him forever and run off into the sunset after having a beautiful and romantic, traditional wedding with red bridesmaid dresses and roses and...hoo. Girls are strange beings, aren't they? I'm joking, but girls seriously put all that wedding stuff through their minds after the very first inkling of a crush-feeling. And guys think of...other things...right away. We're all so weird. There really is no normal...we're all just weird. I can accept that.
I'm excited for the first football game! Games have to be one of the best parts of marching band. Everything's more relaxed, you get to hang out and pretend you know what's going on in the game and play without a jacket on and joke about how much our team sucks!
The funniest thing about volunteering today was saying "Do you have an athletic pass?" and getting a frantic look along with a "w-w-what?" like they're thinking did I forget something? should I have that? What's wrong with me? Registration sucks. Truly.
I ate at mongolian barbeque today for the first time. It's a much better deal than Stir Crazy at Great Lakes Crossing. You get more for less and their sauce is better. I go up with a bowl of noodles, shrimp, pineapple, and sweet and sour sauce. The guy says "That's the most creative thing you can come up with, shrimp and noodles?" I blushed and looked at the ground, but wanted to say "I put pineapple in there too..."
This has been a long entry with nothing exciting. Let's spice it up.
Today I traveled to Fiji where I discovered a new bird species after months of searching its deep jungles. Unfortunately, my notebook, containing all my research and observations, fell out of the canoe when I crashed into a rock. I hacked through the jungle with a machetti, soaking wet, no research to speak of, completely lost. When I passed out from hunger, I was miraculously saved by a tribe of pigmies. Much kinder than my prejudices would have led me to believe them to be, they nursed me back to health on a diet of guano, various plants, and raw insects. After living among the pigmies for an impossibly lengthy amount of time, I built a strong friendship with a man who also lived among them. He was not one of them, but was a very handsome young man from Europe, who had suffered a similar ordeal to mine. After the many months of living in the jungle and learning from the natives, we decided to try and get home. Our new friends provided us with enough food for 2 weeks, a raft to travel the river, and their prayers that we would return safely to an inhabited part of the island. After the 2 weeks, my partner and I had exhausted the food and were still far from civilization. Our traveling clothes torn, hair grown long, and skin turned dark, we looked a sight. Going days without food, we felt as savage as our countenance suggested. After a week of drifting the river, ravenous and exhausted, a small, colorful bird landed on my shoulder. I instantly recognized it, through the fog over my eyes and the pain burning my skull, that it was my new species. I whispered in the pigmy language a message of desperation. It flew off, and a European search party saved us within 24 hours. The party had been searching for the prince of Wales, the true identity, I discovered, of my travel parter, and he proposed to me when we were safely in his home country. We were married on Figi soil, all our family and friends present, and my bird earned me a teaching position at Harvard University.
Hope you liked that. It was fun. I'm going to the store now, so have a great week!