"We Are In The Gutter, But Some Of Us Are Looking At the Stars"
Saturday August 27, 2005
Saturday was...well, to put it simply... blah. I went with my parents to look for new bedding for the guest room b/c we were anticipating having some guests come the next weekend. It was so boring, the only reason I went was so I could eat lunch out at Olive Garden. I shoulda drove. Then that night, I was forcibly taken to the Doobie Brothers/Grand Funk Railroad concert at the fair. What happened was, months ago, my dad bought tickets for the show and decided to buy me one, just assuming I’d want to go. Okay, I do like bands from the 70's but not these two particular bands. Well a week or so ago he asked me if I really wanted to go, I said no. We’ll he tried to give the last ticket away, but how many people one just one ticket? So in the end, my dad pretty much made me go. I was furious because I needed to work on my speech really bad. I had spent all of Friday night reading about what to do and what not. It took me like three hours to read about 80 plus pages in this textbook. My plan was to write it Saturday and practice it Sunday. But no, of course that didn't happen. Instead I got dragged to the concert. Well at least I got a Siox burger and I saw some of Rachael’s art in the exhibit halls. Her yoda got first place! And the Halloween costume Mrs. M made won first place. Her sister also made a costume that got first place too. Quite the artsy family. At the actual concert I ran into Jasara. No, it was more like she yelled at me from the grandstands while I walked by the trackside seats. I met her new boyfriend. That girl goes through boys like I go through socks. He seemed nice enough, but then again so was the Australian guy. Holly, Megan and their boyfriends, and a few of Jasara’s “brothers” were there too. The actual concert was horrible. Not so much the bands, but just the people. I hate living in slackjawville. There was this group of drunken idiots in front of us. But in particular there was this girl who couldn’t have been older than twenty, actually drinking. Plus she was acting like an idiot. She stood up and danced(like a druken idiot I might add) which blocked the stage from view and people were yelling at her. Even worse, she refused to sit down, which only aggravated the people. I was just waiting for a drunken fight to break out. I enjoyed the opening act, Grand Funk, more than I did the Doobie Brothers. Just not my kind of music though. I wanted to leave so bad, but we stayed until past ten. By then I was ready to kill someone: between the thought of my un-begun speech looming over me, and the drunken weirdos around me everywhere, I was ready to go. But I was mad at my dad for dragging me there when I could have been working on my hw. Bah. At least at the end of the night I got a funnel cake. And what a better way to end the evening then to see Crazy Joe Devola(ie. Critter) as we were leaving. That night I spent three hours starting my speech, not that I got far.
Sunday August 28, 2005
I got early, and was still angry about the concert. Before working on my speech any further we went to Don Cuco’s for brunch. Don’t worry I get something different every time I go. My speech consumed the rest of my day. I had a lot of trouble writing it. It was like I had some sort of mental block. When I did finish that afternoon, I realized I still needed to practice it. They suggested speaking in front of family members but I didn’t want to do that. So I waited until that night and practiced out in the kitchen while my parents were asleep. I spent an easy two hours practicing it, but by the end I felt 100% ready. I felt Jasara or Erin Swetland ready.
Monday August 29, 2005
Before leaving, I practiced my speech one more time to ensure that I was ready. I was. I had the hardest time ever trying to find a parking spot that morning. I was beginning to think of driving home and just walking, it was that bad. When I finally found one I had ten minutes to spare before class started. Now here is something thats different from high school. In high school everyone would try to arrive in class at the last second possible and still be on time. In college, everyone gets to class at least ten minutes early. AT LEAST. I find it startlingly odd. Dr. Weisenberg asked who wanted to go first. I started to raise my hand when he called on another guy. He didn’t ask for anymore :(. In the back of my mind, since the time I began practicing, I knew I wouldn’t have to give m speech on Monday. I was disappointed because I felt 100% ready. Some people did a really bad job, which I’m sorry to say only boosted my confidence. I’m a bad person aren’t I? After a quick stop at home, I went to math class. I’m convinced Alex Packard hates me. He has been stealing the chair I sit in next to Mandy lately. Its very annoying. I’m beginning to suspect he might fancy Mandy. It would make a lot of things make sense. Quite the match I think. Oh Mandy please don’t kill me. Math 102 is so boring that I can’t even begin to comprehend the entirety of its boringness. I finished my homework in class with over thirty minutes to spare. Then what do I do? I can’t go onto the next lesson or its not fresh in my mind when we take quizzes. Bah.... When I came home I watched the X-Files again and had a nice nap. Its become my new ritual.