my weekend (i think, if you read my posts ever, read this one)
My weekend was abundant. My weekend was full.
Friday was an interesting day. It began rather depressing, because I drove to school, and I’d had perfect opportunity to go to the morning bible study. Thursday night, I hadn’t gotten to bed early. I went to sleep around two. And Friday morning, I woke up too late for the bible study.
I went through school. I can’t exactly remember very much of it.
At lunch, a kid sitting next to me told me that he’d found my livejournal through a friend’s livejournal, and that he took a post of mine, claimed it as his own, and turned it into his teacher as a writing assignment. The initial irony in all of this is the fact that the original friend that he found me through had done the very same thing. I’ve found that, actually, my livejournal is used for that purpose, sometimes.
I told him no problem, I didn’t care. That is what I said. There was no way for me to have stopped it, and, sure. I’ll let others benefit from me. I mean, whenever I do a charitable deed, people benefit from me, and I definitely strive to do charitable deeds. So I do a charitable deed, and someone benefits from me, and I didn’t even have to work for it. I just let my good deeds happen.
And what is in a copyright? Among other things, it’s very much an excuse to take pride. And an excessive pride is never a good thing. So what happens is, I do him a great favor, and sacrifice my own pride in my work and my copyright (which, well it could be good), both at the same time. And in return, I’m notified that it happened, so that it doesn’t happen in my ignorance, and he said thanks.
The latter irony in the situation is the fact that this kid, among others who will take my posts from me, he very likely never did read it. The post never did what I wanted it to do. My livejournal post, originally intended to inform others of my life, my thoughts, and myself, this post never served my own original purpose. They didn’t read it, and become more knowing of my life, my thoughts, and myself. At least it served a purpose for someone.
After school, Friday, I went to the y, to work out. I worked out for some hours. I made my muscles very sore, and worked out hard. Then I went home, and helped clean the house for a while. A realtor was supposed to come and show the house to a prospective customer, so I cleaned up. In all of this time after school (it was then around five), nobody had seen my brother, Sam. In the assumption that my mom had picked him up, I just left, with a suit, three pair of clothes, two dress shirts, two skimboards and a bike in the trunk of my car (this was my preparation for this weekend.)
Upon having arrived at my mother’s house, I was called by my brother, Sam. He’d been asleep in his bed since school had ended, and he’d slept through cleaning and vacuuming his very room. Because of the realtor, I had to pick him up somewhere not the house (nobody was supposed to be there.) I told him to be at the end of our road, hanging out in the woods area. Then I drove over, ran around the woods screaming his name for half of an hour (thought he’d been annoying and wandered into the woods), drove to the other end of the street, and picked up Sam, because he’d thought I’d said the other end of the street. I don’t know why. We were very clear, when we’d been speaking over the phone. For my troubles, I made him pay me some gas money. I dropped him off and took a quick shower. I must say, the axe bodywash commercials are often rather lame, and often too innuendo and sexual perversion for my taste, but their main point in them was very true. You can very quickly and easily just squirt some on, rub yourself a bit, and rinse it off. It’s pretty intense.
Then I put on my suit, with a cool tie and dress shirt, and I went to cotillion. It was my very last cotillion dance. The food was pretty lame, and the music was also. I mean, it’s a dance, and they’ll stereotypically play those rap songs that you can go ahead and butt/crotch dance to, and I’ve never been too fond of it, but even the rap songs were bad. I still managed to hardcore dance a bit. I found it amusing that one of the rules stated was no aggressive dancing. I’d danced more fighting-aggressively than all of the kids there, and by more than you can imagine. None of the chaperones seemed to care. That’s because the rule was intended toward sex-aggressively. And people were doing that everywhere. Those couples that got too into it were told to leave.
A kid I know asked me if I was f’ed up and I said no, and he asked me why I wasn’t f’ed up, because he was so f’ed up, and when I told him that I don’t drink, he said he’s cool with that and did that punching each other’s fist thing with me. He did actually say the word; I don’t feel obligated to type it. Later he was screaming across tables, saying that I’m the man.
I got home late, and I went to bed. The next morning, I woke up, laid mulch for a short time, and then I went to skimbash. I had to ask my mom for some gas money before I left. I watched some pretty sweet skimming, and then the pro meet, and I watched some truly amazing skimming. A friend won some grip pads in the raffle, and since she was a girl and she didn’t skim or care to skim, and everyone else there had grip pads on their boards, she gave it to me. I took it graciously, mentioned that every time I look down at my new patriotic board (board was blue and white, and there was one big red pad, and two little blue and white pads), I’d think of her. Then I found out that the little pad thing she gave me was worth twenty, twenty-five dollars. It surprised me, and now it’s a big gift. I’m glad.
Then I skimmed for a few hours (on a friend’s board, apparently I wasn’t allowed to use mine, I had to let the glue on the pads set), and I did my very first wave skimming. I used to just do tricks on sand, and they were cool tricks, but everyone was doing tricks on/off waves, so I did that. It was intense. I was doing railslides and I even made a spray. I must say I did enjoy that.
Then I went to my mom’s house, axe bodywashed, put my suit on with a new tie and shirt, and went over to the church where I was to meet my friends. We met, and I drove everyone to the sadie Hawkins dance in my car. We went, had fun, I learned how to swing dance and that was pretty cool, and we did stuff. Then, with the addition of two more passengers (now I was driving six), we drove to olive garden. Well, first we wasted a million gallons of gas, driving around, everyone but me deciding where to eat, me waiting for a decision. I had spent all of my money on gas, and it was already low again, so, not really buying any food, I just stayed out of the decision-making process. Corey did buy me a salad at olive garden, and that was cool. I thanked him for that.
I dropped off all of my passengers at their homes and places. After dropping off Rob, the last of my passengers, I was driving out of his neighborhood, and I stopped at that building that I bike near, and I’ve taken a bunch of pictures from. So, in my suit, with my mother’s camera around my neck, I went to the top of the building, and took some pretty cool shots on the roof. That was fun. Then, around one, I think, I went home.
Then Sunday happened. I woke, axe bodywashed, put on my suit with Friday night’s dress shirt and Saturday night’s tie, and I wore my Coach shoes, and I went to church. Church was fun. Then we ate lunch at alehouse. I didn’t think I was going to make it to my mom’s (I’d been driving on E from the church to alehouse), and I didn’t have a phone, I borrowed some money from jared. I drove to my mom’s house and picked up my brothers.
Since my littlest brother, Austin, often begs my mom for starbucks, she gave me money for starbucks. We stopped by biglots, because my brother wanted to buy some goldfish. I’ll hope that it was just a blessing that the possibility became available, and I’ll hope that it wasn’t just me scheming, but I did many things at biglots. At biglots, we found that we could have huge amounts of food and drink (really, actually, huge amounts), and Austin also found two pretty sweet action figures, all for less than the price of two starbucks drinks. Naturally, enticed by the amount that they could have instead, they picked that, and I gained myself enough money, from the change, to pay jared back.
I dropped off my brothers and went back to church. We had fun, did our drama practice then watched a pretty sweet way of the master video. Just for fun, a group of us went over to an abandoned house that’s near the church. As I drove up, I heard footsteps, and a huge wild boar ran right in front of me. I yelled to the others, and I found it odd how lightly they took it. I’d really thought wild boars are dangerous, but nobody seemed to care much. Inside the house was pretty amazing. It had that entire horror movie feel, and the girls, naturally, were freaking out, but wow that house was sweet. At night, with only the lights of the cars outside, it was pretty amazing. The second floor windows were all shattered, and looking out through the brush at the car headlights, wow I so wanted to have had a camera then. It was intense.
I drove around a bit, did some of my very own boar hunting, and, finding none, went over to taco bell, to meet the others. We socialized, had fun, and then I dropped everyone off, came home, and now I’m here, on my computer, typing this.
This weekend, I have bruised both hips and many other parts of me. I am sore for having done so many activities (gym, dance, skim, dance, etc) without any proper rest at all. All of me is sore. I can’t even walk right, because too many muscles hurt. I have sunburn on my back, front and face. I don’t have it on my shoulders, because I’d put sunscreen on them. I was assured that I wouldn’t burn (and, ironically, I burned a lot, but that makes sense, I haven’t done anything in the sun for weeks, or months), but I’d decided to put some on my shoulders just in case, because sunburn on shoulders is horrible. And, apparently, sunburn on your front, back and face is also quite horrible.
It was all worth it. And now, what I’m going to do, is rest. I will sleep. It will be a very fulfilling sleep, and it will even be heartfelt. I will appreciate it with all me, and my heart. I’ll feel my own bed. It’s much more comfortable than the one at my mom’s. My bed is a king or queen sized bed, and it is wonderful.
You know, I went surfing this winter with friends, and the wind and the water and everything was cold. Then it got dark, and the wind picked up, and everything became disgustingly cold. We were walking strange, our limbs were turning purple and other colors, and we’d found a horrible, painful cold. It actually was painful; it was so cold it was pain. Then, the three of us jumped in a hot tub. We melted. Went numb with heat.
Warmth, to me, with the comfort that it can bring, will never be itself. It is so much more, now.
And, tonight, I will appreciate the comfort of my bed, just as I’d appreciated that spa. I will enjoy all of the feeling of comfort. I shall sleep well tonight.
Or, well I’d like to. I suppose I could only dream of such comfort and sleep, tonight. Tonight, I’ll be kept awake and discomforted by my sunburn. I can’t find any comfortable position, and we have no aloe to put on it. I won’t have the greatest solace, tonight, but I’ll appreciate what I have, with all of me.
And, since I am really wondering right now, I’d just like to add, if you read this, any amount of it, please do comment and at least say that you did. I’d really find it pretty awesome if you did. It’s a long and menacing post, but I really did enjoy it, and I hope that someone else enjoys it, at least a little. Do understand that, really, and sincerely, I will appreciate it if you did.
Alright. Sleep well, with wondrous dreams, and with comfort, and have a nice night. Goodnight.
Friday was an interesting day. It began rather depressing, because I drove to school, and I’d had perfect opportunity to go to the morning bible study. Thursday night, I hadn’t gotten to bed early. I went to sleep around two. And Friday morning, I woke up too late for the bible study.
I went through school. I can’t exactly remember very much of it.
At lunch, a kid sitting next to me told me that he’d found my livejournal through a friend’s livejournal, and that he took a post of mine, claimed it as his own, and turned it into his teacher as a writing assignment. The initial irony in all of this is the fact that the original friend that he found me through had done the very same thing. I’ve found that, actually, my livejournal is used for that purpose, sometimes.
I told him no problem, I didn’t care. That is what I said. There was no way for me to have stopped it, and, sure. I’ll let others benefit from me. I mean, whenever I do a charitable deed, people benefit from me, and I definitely strive to do charitable deeds. So I do a charitable deed, and someone benefits from me, and I didn’t even have to work for it. I just let my good deeds happen.
And what is in a copyright? Among other things, it’s very much an excuse to take pride. And an excessive pride is never a good thing. So what happens is, I do him a great favor, and sacrifice my own pride in my work and my copyright (which, well it could be good), both at the same time. And in return, I’m notified that it happened, so that it doesn’t happen in my ignorance, and he said thanks.
The latter irony in the situation is the fact that this kid, among others who will take my posts from me, he very likely never did read it. The post never did what I wanted it to do. My livejournal post, originally intended to inform others of my life, my thoughts, and myself, this post never served my own original purpose. They didn’t read it, and become more knowing of my life, my thoughts, and myself. At least it served a purpose for someone.
After school, Friday, I went to the y, to work out. I worked out for some hours. I made my muscles very sore, and worked out hard. Then I went home, and helped clean the house for a while. A realtor was supposed to come and show the house to a prospective customer, so I cleaned up. In all of this time after school (it was then around five), nobody had seen my brother, Sam. In the assumption that my mom had picked him up, I just left, with a suit, three pair of clothes, two dress shirts, two skimboards and a bike in the trunk of my car (this was my preparation for this weekend.)
Upon having arrived at my mother’s house, I was called by my brother, Sam. He’d been asleep in his bed since school had ended, and he’d slept through cleaning and vacuuming his very room. Because of the realtor, I had to pick him up somewhere not the house (nobody was supposed to be there.) I told him to be at the end of our road, hanging out in the woods area. Then I drove over, ran around the woods screaming his name for half of an hour (thought he’d been annoying and wandered into the woods), drove to the other end of the street, and picked up Sam, because he’d thought I’d said the other end of the street. I don’t know why. We were very clear, when we’d been speaking over the phone. For my troubles, I made him pay me some gas money. I dropped him off and took a quick shower. I must say, the axe bodywash commercials are often rather lame, and often too innuendo and sexual perversion for my taste, but their main point in them was very true. You can very quickly and easily just squirt some on, rub yourself a bit, and rinse it off. It’s pretty intense.
Then I put on my suit, with a cool tie and dress shirt, and I went to cotillion. It was my very last cotillion dance. The food was pretty lame, and the music was also. I mean, it’s a dance, and they’ll stereotypically play those rap songs that you can go ahead and butt/crotch dance to, and I’ve never been too fond of it, but even the rap songs were bad. I still managed to hardcore dance a bit. I found it amusing that one of the rules stated was no aggressive dancing. I’d danced more fighting-aggressively than all of the kids there, and by more than you can imagine. None of the chaperones seemed to care. That’s because the rule was intended toward sex-aggressively. And people were doing that everywhere. Those couples that got too into it were told to leave.
A kid I know asked me if I was f’ed up and I said no, and he asked me why I wasn’t f’ed up, because he was so f’ed up, and when I told him that I don’t drink, he said he’s cool with that and did that punching each other’s fist thing with me. He did actually say the word; I don’t feel obligated to type it. Later he was screaming across tables, saying that I’m the man.
I got home late, and I went to bed. The next morning, I woke up, laid mulch for a short time, and then I went to skimbash. I had to ask my mom for some gas money before I left. I watched some pretty sweet skimming, and then the pro meet, and I watched some truly amazing skimming. A friend won some grip pads in the raffle, and since she was a girl and she didn’t skim or care to skim, and everyone else there had grip pads on their boards, she gave it to me. I took it graciously, mentioned that every time I look down at my new patriotic board (board was blue and white, and there was one big red pad, and two little blue and white pads), I’d think of her. Then I found out that the little pad thing she gave me was worth twenty, twenty-five dollars. It surprised me, and now it’s a big gift. I’m glad.
Then I skimmed for a few hours (on a friend’s board, apparently I wasn’t allowed to use mine, I had to let the glue on the pads set), and I did my very first wave skimming. I used to just do tricks on sand, and they were cool tricks, but everyone was doing tricks on/off waves, so I did that. It was intense. I was doing railslides and I even made a spray. I must say I did enjoy that.
Then I went to my mom’s house, axe bodywashed, put my suit on with a new tie and shirt, and went over to the church where I was to meet my friends. We met, and I drove everyone to the sadie Hawkins dance in my car. We went, had fun, I learned how to swing dance and that was pretty cool, and we did stuff. Then, with the addition of two more passengers (now I was driving six), we drove to olive garden. Well, first we wasted a million gallons of gas, driving around, everyone but me deciding where to eat, me waiting for a decision. I had spent all of my money on gas, and it was already low again, so, not really buying any food, I just stayed out of the decision-making process. Corey did buy me a salad at olive garden, and that was cool. I thanked him for that.
I dropped off all of my passengers at their homes and places. After dropping off Rob, the last of my passengers, I was driving out of his neighborhood, and I stopped at that building that I bike near, and I’ve taken a bunch of pictures from. So, in my suit, with my mother’s camera around my neck, I went to the top of the building, and took some pretty cool shots on the roof. That was fun. Then, around one, I think, I went home.
Then Sunday happened. I woke, axe bodywashed, put on my suit with Friday night’s dress shirt and Saturday night’s tie, and I wore my Coach shoes, and I went to church. Church was fun. Then we ate lunch at alehouse. I didn’t think I was going to make it to my mom’s (I’d been driving on E from the church to alehouse), and I didn’t have a phone, I borrowed some money from jared. I drove to my mom’s house and picked up my brothers.
Since my littlest brother, Austin, often begs my mom for starbucks, she gave me money for starbucks. We stopped by biglots, because my brother wanted to buy some goldfish. I’ll hope that it was just a blessing that the possibility became available, and I’ll hope that it wasn’t just me scheming, but I did many things at biglots. At biglots, we found that we could have huge amounts of food and drink (really, actually, huge amounts), and Austin also found two pretty sweet action figures, all for less than the price of two starbucks drinks. Naturally, enticed by the amount that they could have instead, they picked that, and I gained myself enough money, from the change, to pay jared back.
I dropped off my brothers and went back to church. We had fun, did our drama practice then watched a pretty sweet way of the master video. Just for fun, a group of us went over to an abandoned house that’s near the church. As I drove up, I heard footsteps, and a huge wild boar ran right in front of me. I yelled to the others, and I found it odd how lightly they took it. I’d really thought wild boars are dangerous, but nobody seemed to care much. Inside the house was pretty amazing. It had that entire horror movie feel, and the girls, naturally, were freaking out, but wow that house was sweet. At night, with only the lights of the cars outside, it was pretty amazing. The second floor windows were all shattered, and looking out through the brush at the car headlights, wow I so wanted to have had a camera then. It was intense.
I drove around a bit, did some of my very own boar hunting, and, finding none, went over to taco bell, to meet the others. We socialized, had fun, and then I dropped everyone off, came home, and now I’m here, on my computer, typing this.
This weekend, I have bruised both hips and many other parts of me. I am sore for having done so many activities (gym, dance, skim, dance, etc) without any proper rest at all. All of me is sore. I can’t even walk right, because too many muscles hurt. I have sunburn on my back, front and face. I don’t have it on my shoulders, because I’d put sunscreen on them. I was assured that I wouldn’t burn (and, ironically, I burned a lot, but that makes sense, I haven’t done anything in the sun for weeks, or months), but I’d decided to put some on my shoulders just in case, because sunburn on shoulders is horrible. And, apparently, sunburn on your front, back and face is also quite horrible.
It was all worth it. And now, what I’m going to do, is rest. I will sleep. It will be a very fulfilling sleep, and it will even be heartfelt. I will appreciate it with all me, and my heart. I’ll feel my own bed. It’s much more comfortable than the one at my mom’s. My bed is a king or queen sized bed, and it is wonderful.
You know, I went surfing this winter with friends, and the wind and the water and everything was cold. Then it got dark, and the wind picked up, and everything became disgustingly cold. We were walking strange, our limbs were turning purple and other colors, and we’d found a horrible, painful cold. It actually was painful; it was so cold it was pain. Then, the three of us jumped in a hot tub. We melted. Went numb with heat.
Warmth, to me, with the comfort that it can bring, will never be itself. It is so much more, now.
And, tonight, I will appreciate the comfort of my bed, just as I’d appreciated that spa. I will enjoy all of the feeling of comfort. I shall sleep well tonight.
Or, well I’d like to. I suppose I could only dream of such comfort and sleep, tonight. Tonight, I’ll be kept awake and discomforted by my sunburn. I can’t find any comfortable position, and we have no aloe to put on it. I won’t have the greatest solace, tonight, but I’ll appreciate what I have, with all of me.
And, since I am really wondering right now, I’d just like to add, if you read this, any amount of it, please do comment and at least say that you did. I’d really find it pretty awesome if you did. It’s a long and menacing post, but I really did enjoy it, and I hope that someone else enjoys it, at least a little. Do understand that, really, and sincerely, I will appreciate it if you did.
Alright. Sleep well, with wondrous dreams, and with comfort, and have a nice night. Goodnight.