"Aye, my lusty beauty!"
On Thursday, Steve Stalker the Locker Blocker dropped three of his binders directly on my foot. I could have killed him right there.
Mr. Fernandes makes me want to cry.
The New York field trip 'o' fun was yesterday. I had to wake up at quarter past five in the goddamn morning, which is the most ungodly time to begin a day. My dad drove me to the school and along the way he kept humming that irritating "It's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you" song and some random Shania Twain one. Needless to say, I was thoroughly annoyed by the time I boarded the bus. Once we arrived in New York we went to the Met. It was fun except there wasn't enough time to see everything I wanted. After that, we wasted a long period of time at the UN. That had to be the most wrist-slittingly tedious tour I have ever been on.
The real fun came when we went to 5th Ave. to shop. Nate, Dan, Steph, Tesse, and I wandered off in search of a good CD store. Steph began freaking out, saying that, "We aren't in Fairhaven anymore. We're not even in Massachusetts. We are in New York City!!!!! Something could happen to us. We were supposed to stay on 5th Avenue! What if something happens??" Much time was lost bringing her and Tesse back to where they should be. Honestly, some people have no sense of adventure. Finally though, after asking four people where the store was and receiving four different answers, we found the much sought after Virgin Megastore, where I purchased Her Majesty, The Decemberists. Fuck, I love them.
Homeless people kept asking me for money. It made me sort of sad.
At the French restaurant Dan put mashed potatoes in Nate's soda and I nicked some packets of brown sugar to give to Trevor.
The bus ride home was hell. Nobody would shut up and the movie they showed was far to loud for me to fall asleep.
"I know I need unique New York."
Chels and I took Specs out for some birthday fun tonight. We went to the 99 and then trudged over to the Dollar Tree where Specs and I bought pirate swords. We wore them into K-mart and got some odd looks. We went to the book aisle and read the erotic parts out loud in some of the cheesy romance novels. The one Chels read, The Pirate Prince, had the best material in it:
Girl giving blow job: "I'm not hurting you am I?"
Pirate receiving said blow job: "You're killing me, but I love it."
This entry is long enough so I'll end on that wonderful quote.
Mr. Fernandes makes me want to cry.
The New York field trip 'o' fun was yesterday. I had to wake up at quarter past five in the goddamn morning, which is the most ungodly time to begin a day. My dad drove me to the school and along the way he kept humming that irritating "It's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you" song and some random Shania Twain one. Needless to say, I was thoroughly annoyed by the time I boarded the bus. Once we arrived in New York we went to the Met. It was fun except there wasn't enough time to see everything I wanted. After that, we wasted a long period of time at the UN. That had to be the most wrist-slittingly tedious tour I have ever been on.
The real fun came when we went to 5th Ave. to shop. Nate, Dan, Steph, Tesse, and I wandered off in search of a good CD store. Steph began freaking out, saying that, "We aren't in Fairhaven anymore. We're not even in Massachusetts. We are in New York City!!!!! Something could happen to us. We were supposed to stay on 5th Avenue! What if something happens??" Much time was lost bringing her and Tesse back to where they should be. Honestly, some people have no sense of adventure. Finally though, after asking four people where the store was and receiving four different answers, we found the much sought after Virgin Megastore, where I purchased Her Majesty, The Decemberists. Fuck, I love them.
Homeless people kept asking me for money. It made me sort of sad.
At the French restaurant Dan put mashed potatoes in Nate's soda and I nicked some packets of brown sugar to give to Trevor.
The bus ride home was hell. Nobody would shut up and the movie they showed was far to loud for me to fall asleep.
"I know I need unique New York."
Chels and I took Specs out for some birthday fun tonight. We went to the 99 and then trudged over to the Dollar Tree where Specs and I bought pirate swords. We wore them into K-mart and got some odd looks. We went to the book aisle and read the erotic parts out loud in some of the cheesy romance novels. The one Chels read, The Pirate Prince, had the best material in it:
Girl giving blow job: "I'm not hurting you am I?"
Pirate receiving said blow job: "You're killing me, but I love it."
This entry is long enough so I'll end on that wonderful quote.