Senior Picnic
I guess what I could call "luckily," I went into this with pretty low expectations.
Consequently, I ended up having a decent time. I thought I wasn't gonna be able to stick with any particular group (i.e., I thought it was gonna be like most days at school), but I didn't really have to worry about that. I mean, people did go off into their own little cliqués and everything, but that didn't end up mattering that much.
It still wasn't as good as it could have been, though. It was almost as if they were trying to take us to this very... "estately" little park in the middle of fucking nowhere (Walnut Creek), and it was kinda crappy. (Like, literally. The man-made pond was about 45% goose shit.) There are so many better places to go. Example: at the Farmer Invitational on Saturday, I saw that Hayward High is going to Boomers for their Senior Picnic, and it's costing them the same amount it cost us -- except they get go-karts and an arcade. The two hours of pool-time definitely does not make up for that.
(...Except for seeing the class in bikinis. ;P)
Speaking of the pool, though, it made my legs hella tired for the double-Lake run I had to do today. WHICH IS SPELLED MERRITT, NOT "Merrit" or "Meritt," like fucking Ceraldi said.
Bitch. >:O
Still, it was a better way to spend the school day than actually going to school. I hope I got enough pictures for the yearbook...
COWHERD: “If you’re ever on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, use me as your lifeline. I know more trivia than any man [alive].”
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DREW: “[We] decided there should be a sitcom called Syd and a Lesbian.”
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BUTLER: “That’s a nice shirt you got, there.”
COWHERD: “Thanks. Nice... face.”
COWHERD: “...Name recognition.”
BUTLER: “Chevron?”
DIXON: “The bank in Montclair got robbed the other day.”
COWHERD: “They found out about that?” (Strokes his goatee)
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ME: “This weather is great, where it’s just barely sprinkling and it’s cold out, but you’re still warm if you’re wearing a sweatshirt. It also tells you who the sluts are - if a girl still has a skirt on or isn’t wearing a sweatshirt: slut. But also, it shows you who looks good all the time, coz if someone still looks hot in a sweatshirt of a jacket and jeans, then you know they’ll be even hotter if they wear anything less.”
SYD: “You’ve thought this through a lot, haven’t you?”
ME: “No, I’m surprised I was that articulate.”
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LaBAR: “Is [Arnold Schwartzennegger’s] son buff?”
COWHERD: “I think he’s, like, twelve.”
COWHERD: “I love it when the light goes off in [Courtney’s] head.”
COWHERD: “Butler, what’re you doin’, drawin’ pictures?”
BUTLER: “No.”
COWHERD: “You sure?”
BUTLER: “No.”
COWHERD: “You like drawin’ pictures?”
BUTLER: “Yeah.”
COWHERD: “An apartment in San Francisco is, like, $3,000 for one the size of my podium. Unless you’re really s-m-all, you’re not gonna be living very comfortably.”
COWHERD: (Making fun of Courtney, who said “coal” when she meant “gas.”) “You think I can worry about stocks? I barely have enough money to buy coal [for] my car.”
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ME: “I didn’t know Connor grew his beard out again.”
TIM: “Are you kidding me? You didn’t notice the lumberjack walking around?”
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JAKE: (Complaining about track.) “Sprinting is the sport of the black man and the devil, of which I am neither.”
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COWHERD: “What’s goin’ on, Jeff?”
JEFF: “Oh.”
FABIO (JOHN FULLERTON): “What?”
COWHERD: “What?”
FABIO: “Huh?”
COWHERD: “I dunno.”
Consequently, I ended up having a decent time. I thought I wasn't gonna be able to stick with any particular group (i.e., I thought it was gonna be like most days at school), but I didn't really have to worry about that. I mean, people did go off into their own little cliqués and everything, but that didn't end up mattering that much.
It still wasn't as good as it could have been, though. It was almost as if they were trying to take us to this very... "estately" little park in the middle of fucking nowhere (Walnut Creek), and it was kinda crappy. (Like, literally. The man-made pond was about 45% goose shit.) There are so many better places to go. Example: at the Farmer Invitational on Saturday, I saw that Hayward High is going to Boomers for their Senior Picnic, and it's costing them the same amount it cost us -- except they get go-karts and an arcade. The two hours of pool-time definitely does not make up for that.
(...Except for seeing the class in bikinis. ;P)
Speaking of the pool, though, it made my legs hella tired for the double-Lake run I had to do today. WHICH IS SPELLED MERRITT, NOT "Merrit" or "Meritt," like fucking Ceraldi said.
Bitch. >:O
Still, it was a better way to spend the school day than actually going to school. I hope I got enough pictures for the yearbook...
COWHERD: “If you’re ever on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, use me as your lifeline. I know more trivia than any man [alive].”
-----
DREW: “[We] decided there should be a sitcom called Syd and a Lesbian.”
-----
BUTLER: “That’s a nice shirt you got, there.”
COWHERD: “Thanks. Nice... face.”
COWHERD: “...Name recognition.”
BUTLER: “Chevron?”
DIXON: “The bank in Montclair got robbed the other day.”
COWHERD: “They found out about that?” (Strokes his goatee)
-----
ME: “This weather is great, where it’s just barely sprinkling and it’s cold out, but you’re still warm if you’re wearing a sweatshirt. It also tells you who the sluts are - if a girl still has a skirt on or isn’t wearing a sweatshirt: slut. But also, it shows you who looks good all the time, coz if someone still looks hot in a sweatshirt of a jacket and jeans, then you know they’ll be even hotter if they wear anything less.”
SYD: “You’ve thought this through a lot, haven’t you?”
ME: “No, I’m surprised I was that articulate.”
-----
LaBAR: “Is [Arnold Schwartzennegger’s] son buff?”
COWHERD: “I think he’s, like, twelve.”
COWHERD: “I love it when the light goes off in [Courtney’s] head.”
COWHERD: “Butler, what’re you doin’, drawin’ pictures?”
BUTLER: “No.”
COWHERD: “You sure?”
BUTLER: “No.”
COWHERD: “You like drawin’ pictures?”
BUTLER: “Yeah.”
COWHERD: “An apartment in San Francisco is, like, $3,000 for one the size of my podium. Unless you’re really s-m-all, you’re not gonna be living very comfortably.”
COWHERD: (Making fun of Courtney, who said “coal” when she meant “gas.”) “You think I can worry about stocks? I barely have enough money to buy coal [for] my car.”
-----
ME: “I didn’t know Connor grew his beard out again.”
TIM: “Are you kidding me? You didn’t notice the lumberjack walking around?”
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JAKE: (Complaining about track.) “Sprinting is the sport of the black man and the devil, of which I am neither.”
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COWHERD: “What’s goin’ on, Jeff?”
JEFF: “Oh.”
FABIO (JOHN FULLERTON): “What?”
COWHERD: “What?”
FABIO: “Huh?”
COWHERD: “I dunno.”