Every now and then, we all update . . .
I'm backtracking and adding this warning. This is going to be a long post. So, read it all or die. yeah!
So, it's day three of summer. Day three?!?!!? How has time passed me so? I'm not sure. I do know, however, my neck is not as sore, my hand is better, I've got an evening ahead of me, and yeah. well, I guess I'll go back where I truly left off, like, not the last update but the one before that. yeah.
I was supposed to come back and discuss the end of school, I did not. School ended when that bell struck 12:15 and we all poured out of that journalism class for the last time. It was kinda odd, kinda nice, but yeah. I know I'll be back there, as I am taking Newspaper next year. But, that aside, I trekked over to my Spanish teacher's class to pick up some Spanish Disney movies I lent her. It was nice to see her, and talk to her; god I'm going to miss that class, and it suxorz because so many from there were seniors (well, it was AP Spanish) and yeah. there for nearly 45 minutes. the phone rang, and just like the bell, it signified that sharp jutting division of time. this division, however, soon found me in my English teacher's classroom. he had the scantrons, and I saw my B+ shift to a B, because I didn't study or read the book. not bad though, to get a B on the exam. just, gah, needed A for the A. oh well. it was nice. and, he finally did sign my yearbook, after there were some quips about French, genderless, prostitutes and good-natured ribbing about razing grades, yeah. still happy to have a solid B in a class that is labeled as hard. ha, I only got a B because I never did the reading and didn't study enough for vocab. serves me right though. still nice. but, yeah. whee. so, I left. that was that. it only took slightly over an hour, but rushed with conversation and promises of party and friends waiting, it went by too fast. the whole bloody year did. but, it's over. yeah. 'nuff said. :D
well, I went to that party. I'd just like you to keep in mind, I'm still on thursday afternoon, and here we are on tuesday evening. so, either read or deal. cause, I'm still feeling like going on. yeah.
so, the party. we arrived. I left my stuff in the car, since my dad gave me and a couple of other bums a ride. everyone ran for the pool; I had forgotten my suit and besides, I was going to have to leave pretty soon. it was about 1:20ish, and I had an appointment at 2:50, hence I was being picked up at 2:30ish. so, I ate. that's right, the fat man sat and watched all enjoy the water. did I mention I was wearing my Let It Be t-shirt? just think about that phase of the Beatles. . .it kinda felt like that. yeah, but that's another perspective, an angle that needn't have light shed upon it in a simple online blog. :D so, the hour passed, as I ate sandwiches and watched the others in envy. some high school strangers outside questioned me, as I waited for my father. It struck me then that, well, I a senior now. It's really not that big of a deal, but for the most part, I'm rarely conscious of what I'm saying or doing, so to be hit with information of any kind at full impact, well, it's startling. suddenly, I realise I should have read the update from thursday morning, to better understand my frame of mind, but, I digress.
I went to my appointment. The appointment was for my wisdom teeth, which are scheduled promptly to be ejected from my oral cavity on June 30th, at 9am. great, I'll be all chipmonkey for while. whoot. the blood, the pain, the yayness. I was warned they could damage my tongue sensations. oy. that'd be odd. well, okay, there's more to it than that, but this isn't important. doubt I'll die. but if I do, then ha, you guys can go back and read this and laugh and say, "ha, a scooner is sailboat, stupid-head!" well, that came out of nowhere. at least I use a cup of bleach.
but, that aside, it was in, out, and painless. the pain comes on the 30th, like I said. so, I trekked home, I drove, whoot, and yeah. went, found some shorts that could work as a bathing suit, drove back, and the fat man jumpeth. that's right. splash. okay, not really. I actually suck at cannonballs cause I have a lousy technique. yeah, it's bloody annoying. but, all was well. blobs were formed, zw flirted shamelessly, of course, and there were the usual descrepancies amongst the games played. it was all right though. there was pizza, apparently, in my leave, but like the school year, it was gone. It had already faded away and radiated. yeah. that's nice. I still use a cup of bleach. well, like lots of stuff, the party ended. yeah. 6PM ish. *sigh* there was the last day of school.
pop drove me and mr.cough-cough home. yes, I did just call my danny pop. and for the record, mr.cough-cough, danny dork-o, meeester dan-ee, those are all nicknames for me friend danny. yeah, so, we gave the poor boy a lift and yeah. that's thursday. oh, did I mention upon arriving home I went to work throwing papers away, I believe, and found out then that Gregory Peck had died? It's been seeming like a To Kill A Mockingbird June, it really has. that book, that and Animal Farm, ought be mandatory summer reading every bloody summer. yeah, that's what I say. those books are genius, and well, great reading. but like, okay, Animal Farm should be an April/May book and Mockingbird ought be a June-August book (you pick da month, sucker!) that's my spiel on that, but not on friday.
speaking of friday, it came. it was the day. I was determined to mobilise for total summer. I cleaned. I did, it was like, wow. which reminds me of a little tale of a movie known as A Patch of Blue. . . watch that one. yeah. hehehe, my oh my, do I have suggestions. but have any of ye suggestions for me? yeah. so, sometime during it, I got bored, and napped on the floor for twenty minutes. it was kinda nice, actually. lol. at least my cleaning prevented me from being garage/yard sale help. well, I did help for a bit, but, oy. I don't remember friday, for some reason. ain't it odd? oh, wait, I do. because somewhere along this twisted day, the phone rang. mr.cough-cough was inviting this beat-up, tired, old kite that was off preparing for total summer to his high school graduation ceremony. naturally, like in the wizard of oz, I gave myself the fine treatment, and was all spiffy and shined and polished. and I put my room back together again. which reminds me, why couldn't all the king's men, and all the king's horses do it to humpty dumpty, I mean, I did do it to my room? and like in flowers for algernon, the lines are there. oh god, the lines. why am I so suggestive this evening, and not even in a sexual manner. huh, how queer. queer in it's original definition, denoting strange, odd, peculiar. .. or, and this is even more of a stretch, bizarre. I know a certain english teacher that loves that word. but, I digress. that english teacher is a a part of junior year, not my total summer.
I mobilised part-way, and put on that kite polish. I was ready. I went there, and sat awkwardly. I met mr.cough-cough's father. btw, I was sitting awkwardly at their house. as I suddenly recall the memory past of a time where, well, during summer, I couldn't recall how to spell awkward. yeah, quite the story. two summers ago, actually. huh, strange. a lot has changed for this kite since then. wow, nearly nostalgic. my pain water better not come out now. lol. pain water. that's stolen from king of the hill, btw, which'll pop up when I do get to sunday. yeah.
so, we finally went to the graduation place. it was nice. not as tense as I'd imagined, though danny's mother is still a bit frightening. no offence danny. but, yeah. scary, how many of those people I knew. scary, how many I was sad to see go, or happy for, or yeah. but, it happened. next year, next year, it's my time. I don't know where else to comment on this. but, yeah, well, that happened. it really did. this period is a bit unclear, and for that, mr.cough-cough, I am sorry. but, yeah. came home, and there was a bit of silly episode about dinner. lol, nearly marx-brothers quality. yeah. you should have been there. no, seriously. then I wouldn't have crapped out, but, I did. well, I did go online that night. and, that was nice. yeah. where did I go from there? oh, that's right, sleep. I did crap out.
well, when the alarm clock sounded, I bounded for garage sale help of the 15 minute variety kind. I had bowling that morning. bowling kicked ass, it really did. I had 3 very nice games. lol. I calculated, my average should be going up 3 pins; quite lovely, to start out 5/6 weeks ago with a 140 and be up to a 151. that's what I call progress, which brings up mamories, and memories, of january, when we did cover the progressive era. ah, US history, how I'll miss thee. but, that's more digression. bowling was lovely, and then I got dragged to other sales on the way home, which made no sense. yeah, that's right, my dear old mum stopped at garage sales on the way home from the bowling alley, when father was slaving away at our very own, unsucessful sale.
I came home, bitched about it, and bitched for food. I tend to be really odd and ungrateful on saturdays. my, proof that september vestiges are still very much so intact. quite the oddness. but, yeah. I bitched cause, well, fuck, the hour. the hour, max. It was nearly time to go to mr.cough-cough's graduation party. . .at Boomer's. I hadn't been there since they were Camelot Park. yeah, it'd been years. once again, Mr.cough-cough's parents gave me a ride. quite nice. yeah. I noticed Danny likes the word Crap. it's odd. but, not as oddly wonderful as the afternoon would be.
3 times on the go-carts. once on bumper boats. once in lazer tag, which was in a bouncing inflatable thingie. I capped it off with a round of golf with alan. there was Tanya, Mr.Cough-Cough (he did invite himself, after all), Ronin, Tiny Jingles, Mr. Kite (me!!!), Churchy, Churchy's brother, Marisa Tomei and her boyfriend, and a David, oh, and an Alan. yeah. lovely. the afternoon was all split up, cause I was with Mr.Cough-Cough and Tanya and Churchy, but then I was with Alan, and yeah. I hadn't had so much fun at one of those places in years. damned lovely. all the excitement. and there was even pizza in the mix (to make up for the pizza I missed thursday, if I mentioned that) and yeah. I did keep drinking though. I had lots of sierra mist, and a pina colada smoothie and a root beer float. *burp* scuse me. hehehe. yeah. quite nice, and I was quite wet. but no, I was not happy too see you. *hangs head in shame* sorry for being suggestive in my own journal. yeah. um.. ..where was I now? not quite sure, as the details tend to become blurred. quite rightly. lol. oh yeah, we went in and did some "tokin' stuff" a funny thing which Alan turned into a drug joke, hence token was purposefully misspelt. ah, quite lovely. oh, oh, me and Alan pulled resources, and at 5 an army men, we turned in enough tickets for 23!!!! yeah!!! that rocked! we might burn some this thursday, fyi. lol. I love the number 23, and melting plastic, man, it's like the fourth of july. 'cept no bbq, and a dirty swimming pool. oh well. it'll fade.
yeah, so, that was my afternoon. it was long, and wonderful, and tiring, but passed in like, 5 minutes, even though it was like, 5 hours. don't you love relativity? I know I do, hence I love Einstein. and yeah, if I do love him so much, I might just marry him. you know, the joke. . ."if you love him/her so much why don't you marry him/her?!!?!?!" yeah, that applies. so, I came back. I helped finish the dismantling of the garage sale, indeed I did. quite a bit of work, lol. okay, not really, but, like I said, that was a tiring excursion, and I'm still not sure why. huh. oh well. so, I did that. so tired, so thirsty, so ready to crap out. and, well, I did. I swear-to-god, it must have been 8pm when I crapped out. had been home since 6:30ish, and yeah. I crapped out. zw called at about 9:20, but I was too tired to be lulled out of sleep. so, I said sleepy. and yeah. slept solid from then until like, 6:40. then, lulled back and forth, until like, 10:30. man, was I tired and lazy. woke up with a sore neck though.
me and my sore neck rolled out of bed. yeah, that's right. *blinks* I think I did some more cleaning that day. I'm confoozled about what I did. oh, yeah, I did clean. Oh, and we ended going to the movies. yeah, it was lovely. then we saw the movie. Hollywood Homicide. . .. and in the words of Jay P. Sherman. . ."It stinks!" yeah. oh well. I paid for his "tabac" and drove'smore. quite nice. then, we came home. by now, I was mobilised for total summer, with a sore neck, fresh from the cinema. yeah, that's that. I came home, had a lovely meal, and exercised. I watched the fox sunday night line-up, and was kinda sad. hence, I talked and hung up. yeah. huh, pretty boring. sorry that the details are disappearing; I'm on the phone, and it's annoying to continue this silly update. lol. oh well. yah, lol.
what'd I do monday? um, I took pictures hurriedly monday morning with my friend brittany. it was nice and lovely. yeah, and I was treated to a calzone, and to pictures for my birthday. perhaps soon they can be scanned and lovely and online. then you can cringe at seeing me. hahaha! wow, and this becomes all silly. damn, I'm gonna have to come back and finish this update some other time. the phone conversation just turned ugly, and online is lovely right now. so, whee. sorry about this. lol. *waves* cheers.
So, it's day three of summer. Day three?!?!!? How has time passed me so? I'm not sure. I do know, however, my neck is not as sore, my hand is better, I've got an evening ahead of me, and yeah. well, I guess I'll go back where I truly left off, like, not the last update but the one before that. yeah.
I was supposed to come back and discuss the end of school, I did not. School ended when that bell struck 12:15 and we all poured out of that journalism class for the last time. It was kinda odd, kinda nice, but yeah. I know I'll be back there, as I am taking Newspaper next year. But, that aside, I trekked over to my Spanish teacher's class to pick up some Spanish Disney movies I lent her. It was nice to see her, and talk to her; god I'm going to miss that class, and it suxorz because so many from there were seniors (well, it was AP Spanish) and yeah. there for nearly 45 minutes. the phone rang, and just like the bell, it signified that sharp jutting division of time. this division, however, soon found me in my English teacher's classroom. he had the scantrons, and I saw my B+ shift to a B, because I didn't study or read the book. not bad though, to get a B on the exam. just, gah, needed A for the A. oh well. it was nice. and, he finally did sign my yearbook, after there were some quips about French, genderless, prostitutes and good-natured ribbing about razing grades, yeah. still happy to have a solid B in a class that is labeled as hard. ha, I only got a B because I never did the reading and didn't study enough for vocab. serves me right though. still nice. but, yeah. whee. so, I left. that was that. it only took slightly over an hour, but rushed with conversation and promises of party and friends waiting, it went by too fast. the whole bloody year did. but, it's over. yeah. 'nuff said. :D
well, I went to that party. I'd just like you to keep in mind, I'm still on thursday afternoon, and here we are on tuesday evening. so, either read or deal. cause, I'm still feeling like going on. yeah.
so, the party. we arrived. I left my stuff in the car, since my dad gave me and a couple of other bums a ride. everyone ran for the pool; I had forgotten my suit and besides, I was going to have to leave pretty soon. it was about 1:20ish, and I had an appointment at 2:50, hence I was being picked up at 2:30ish. so, I ate. that's right, the fat man sat and watched all enjoy the water. did I mention I was wearing my Let It Be t-shirt? just think about that phase of the Beatles. . .it kinda felt like that. yeah, but that's another perspective, an angle that needn't have light shed upon it in a simple online blog. :D so, the hour passed, as I ate sandwiches and watched the others in envy. some high school strangers outside questioned me, as I waited for my father. It struck me then that, well, I a senior now. It's really not that big of a deal, but for the most part, I'm rarely conscious of what I'm saying or doing, so to be hit with information of any kind at full impact, well, it's startling. suddenly, I realise I should have read the update from thursday morning, to better understand my frame of mind, but, I digress.
I went to my appointment. The appointment was for my wisdom teeth, which are scheduled promptly to be ejected from my oral cavity on June 30th, at 9am. great, I'll be all chipmonkey for while. whoot. the blood, the pain, the yayness. I was warned they could damage my tongue sensations. oy. that'd be odd. well, okay, there's more to it than that, but this isn't important. doubt I'll die. but if I do, then ha, you guys can go back and read this and laugh and say, "ha, a scooner is sailboat, stupid-head!" well, that came out of nowhere. at least I use a cup of bleach.
but, that aside, it was in, out, and painless. the pain comes on the 30th, like I said. so, I trekked home, I drove, whoot, and yeah. went, found some shorts that could work as a bathing suit, drove back, and the fat man jumpeth. that's right. splash. okay, not really. I actually suck at cannonballs cause I have a lousy technique. yeah, it's bloody annoying. but, all was well. blobs were formed, zw flirted shamelessly, of course, and there were the usual descrepancies amongst the games played. it was all right though. there was pizza, apparently, in my leave, but like the school year, it was gone. It had already faded away and radiated. yeah. that's nice. I still use a cup of bleach. well, like lots of stuff, the party ended. yeah. 6PM ish. *sigh* there was the last day of school.
pop drove me and mr.cough-cough home. yes, I did just call my danny pop. and for the record, mr.cough-cough, danny dork-o, meeester dan-ee, those are all nicknames for me friend danny. yeah, so, we gave the poor boy a lift and yeah. that's thursday. oh, did I mention upon arriving home I went to work throwing papers away, I believe, and found out then that Gregory Peck had died? It's been seeming like a To Kill A Mockingbird June, it really has. that book, that and Animal Farm, ought be mandatory summer reading every bloody summer. yeah, that's what I say. those books are genius, and well, great reading. but like, okay, Animal Farm should be an April/May book and Mockingbird ought be a June-August book (you pick da month, sucker!) that's my spiel on that, but not on friday.
speaking of friday, it came. it was the day. I was determined to mobilise for total summer. I cleaned. I did, it was like, wow. which reminds me of a little tale of a movie known as A Patch of Blue. . . watch that one. yeah. hehehe, my oh my, do I have suggestions. but have any of ye suggestions for me? yeah. so, sometime during it, I got bored, and napped on the floor for twenty minutes. it was kinda nice, actually. lol. at least my cleaning prevented me from being garage/yard sale help. well, I did help for a bit, but, oy. I don't remember friday, for some reason. ain't it odd? oh, wait, I do. because somewhere along this twisted day, the phone rang. mr.cough-cough was inviting this beat-up, tired, old kite that was off preparing for total summer to his high school graduation ceremony. naturally, like in the wizard of oz, I gave myself the fine treatment, and was all spiffy and shined and polished. and I put my room back together again. which reminds me, why couldn't all the king's men, and all the king's horses do it to humpty dumpty, I mean, I did do it to my room? and like in flowers for algernon, the lines are there. oh god, the lines. why am I so suggestive this evening, and not even in a sexual manner. huh, how queer. queer in it's original definition, denoting strange, odd, peculiar. .. or, and this is even more of a stretch, bizarre. I know a certain english teacher that loves that word. but, I digress. that english teacher is a a part of junior year, not my total summer.
I mobilised part-way, and put on that kite polish. I was ready. I went there, and sat awkwardly. I met mr.cough-cough's father. btw, I was sitting awkwardly at their house. as I suddenly recall the memory past of a time where, well, during summer, I couldn't recall how to spell awkward. yeah, quite the story. two summers ago, actually. huh, strange. a lot has changed for this kite since then. wow, nearly nostalgic. my pain water better not come out now. lol. pain water. that's stolen from king of the hill, btw, which'll pop up when I do get to sunday. yeah.
so, we finally went to the graduation place. it was nice. not as tense as I'd imagined, though danny's mother is still a bit frightening. no offence danny. but, yeah. scary, how many of those people I knew. scary, how many I was sad to see go, or happy for, or yeah. but, it happened. next year, next year, it's my time. I don't know where else to comment on this. but, yeah, well, that happened. it really did. this period is a bit unclear, and for that, mr.cough-cough, I am sorry. but, yeah. came home, and there was a bit of silly episode about dinner. lol, nearly marx-brothers quality. yeah. you should have been there. no, seriously. then I wouldn't have crapped out, but, I did. well, I did go online that night. and, that was nice. yeah. where did I go from there? oh, that's right, sleep. I did crap out.
well, when the alarm clock sounded, I bounded for garage sale help of the 15 minute variety kind. I had bowling that morning. bowling kicked ass, it really did. I had 3 very nice games. lol. I calculated, my average should be going up 3 pins; quite lovely, to start out 5/6 weeks ago with a 140 and be up to a 151. that's what I call progress, which brings up mamories, and memories, of january, when we did cover the progressive era. ah, US history, how I'll miss thee. but, that's more digression. bowling was lovely, and then I got dragged to other sales on the way home, which made no sense. yeah, that's right, my dear old mum stopped at garage sales on the way home from the bowling alley, when father was slaving away at our very own, unsucessful sale.
I came home, bitched about it, and bitched for food. I tend to be really odd and ungrateful on saturdays. my, proof that september vestiges are still very much so intact. quite the oddness. but, yeah. I bitched cause, well, fuck, the hour. the hour, max. It was nearly time to go to mr.cough-cough's graduation party. . .at Boomer's. I hadn't been there since they were Camelot Park. yeah, it'd been years. once again, Mr.cough-cough's parents gave me a ride. quite nice. yeah. I noticed Danny likes the word Crap. it's odd. but, not as oddly wonderful as the afternoon would be.
3 times on the go-carts. once on bumper boats. once in lazer tag, which was in a bouncing inflatable thingie. I capped it off with a round of golf with alan. there was Tanya, Mr.Cough-Cough (he did invite himself, after all), Ronin, Tiny Jingles, Mr. Kite (me!!!), Churchy, Churchy's brother, Marisa Tomei and her boyfriend, and a David, oh, and an Alan. yeah. lovely. the afternoon was all split up, cause I was with Mr.Cough-Cough and Tanya and Churchy, but then I was with Alan, and yeah. I hadn't had so much fun at one of those places in years. damned lovely. all the excitement. and there was even pizza in the mix (to make up for the pizza I missed thursday, if I mentioned that) and yeah. I did keep drinking though. I had lots of sierra mist, and a pina colada smoothie and a root beer float. *burp* scuse me. hehehe. yeah. quite nice, and I was quite wet. but no, I was not happy too see you. *hangs head in shame* sorry for being suggestive in my own journal. yeah. um.. ..where was I now? not quite sure, as the details tend to become blurred. quite rightly. lol. oh yeah, we went in and did some "tokin' stuff" a funny thing which Alan turned into a drug joke, hence token was purposefully misspelt. ah, quite lovely. oh, oh, me and Alan pulled resources, and at 5 an army men, we turned in enough tickets for 23!!!! yeah!!! that rocked! we might burn some this thursday, fyi. lol. I love the number 23, and melting plastic, man, it's like the fourth of july. 'cept no bbq, and a dirty swimming pool. oh well. it'll fade.
yeah, so, that was my afternoon. it was long, and wonderful, and tiring, but passed in like, 5 minutes, even though it was like, 5 hours. don't you love relativity? I know I do, hence I love Einstein. and yeah, if I do love him so much, I might just marry him. you know, the joke. . ."if you love him/her so much why don't you marry him/her?!!?!?!" yeah, that applies. so, I came back. I helped finish the dismantling of the garage sale, indeed I did. quite a bit of work, lol. okay, not really, but, like I said, that was a tiring excursion, and I'm still not sure why. huh. oh well. so, I did that. so tired, so thirsty, so ready to crap out. and, well, I did. I swear-to-god, it must have been 8pm when I crapped out. had been home since 6:30ish, and yeah. I crapped out. zw called at about 9:20, but I was too tired to be lulled out of sleep. so, I said sleepy. and yeah. slept solid from then until like, 6:40. then, lulled back and forth, until like, 10:30. man, was I tired and lazy. woke up with a sore neck though.
me and my sore neck rolled out of bed. yeah, that's right. *blinks* I think I did some more cleaning that day. I'm confoozled about what I did. oh, yeah, I did clean. Oh, and we ended going to the movies. yeah, it was lovely. then we saw the movie. Hollywood Homicide. . .. and in the words of Jay P. Sherman. . ."It stinks!" yeah. oh well. I paid for his "tabac" and drove'smore. quite nice. then, we came home. by now, I was mobilised for total summer, with a sore neck, fresh from the cinema. yeah, that's that. I came home, had a lovely meal, and exercised. I watched the fox sunday night line-up, and was kinda sad. hence, I talked and hung up. yeah. huh, pretty boring. sorry that the details are disappearing; I'm on the phone, and it's annoying to continue this silly update. lol. oh well. yah, lol.
what'd I do monday? um, I took pictures hurriedly monday morning with my friend brittany. it was nice and lovely. yeah, and I was treated to a calzone, and to pictures for my birthday. perhaps soon they can be scanned and lovely and online. then you can cringe at seeing me. hahaha! wow, and this becomes all silly. damn, I'm gonna have to come back and finish this update some other time. the phone conversation just turned ugly, and online is lovely right now. so, whee. sorry about this. lol. *waves* cheers.