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So today was the weirdest day ever. Werid enough to make me actually post about it in livejournal. It was basically the worst day of my life, but I was super positive through it.
-/+Woke up ten minutes late for Statistics.
-/+Got nothing accomplished in Statistics.
- Went home and had a big discussion about bad things.
- Walked to school in the most pissy mood ever.
+ Went back to school, talked to Samantha, got a hug and kiss, and was in a super good mood for the rest of the day.
- Got home from school and had to go to my dentist appointment before work.
-/+Brian decided he wanted to come.
- Went to pick up Brian at "Shumway's" house.
- Got stuck in a snow bank in some random person's house.
- Had a schoolbus of children look at me tryign to dig my car out.
+ Got unstuck like 20 minutes later.
- Sprained my wrist wicked bad trying to get it out.
+ Drove to Concord with Brian.
+ Saw the dude who helped me dig out my car randomly.
- Got to my appointment 20 minutes late.
- Sat in the waiting room with Brian for 30 minutes.
- The appointment took about five minutes, and I went through all this trouble.
So, listen to my car story, it's not as exciting, nor dramatic as Mikey D's multiple carcrash/snow stories. But bear with me.
So I pulled into some random house that I thought was Shumway's house to pick up Brian. They driveway wasn't plowed, and I backed up on their lawn, thinking it was their driveway, because it wasn't plowed, and bottomed out/got stuck on a snowbank. Thought I broke my axle, cause my wheel wouldn't spin. Some random dude across the sreet was like "need help?" so my new friend Zack (perhaps Zach) helped me try to get the car out. Clearly wasn't happening. Ben Metcalf drove by, and also tried to help, which he was a total dude for. Brian called, and he was on his way down the street to help me push the car out. So all four of us tried to get the car out, couldn't do it. The kid Zack (Zach) was like "I have to leave, I have a doctor's appointment, good luck." So he left, and we were left by ourselves for a few minutes, until two WICKED random hicks drove by. They were like probably late forties/early fifties. They both get out of their car talking in the hick voice that everyone uses only it was TEN TIMES WORSE. "Meyabud, gotchya cah stuck in dat deyah snowbank, eh?." "I dunno, you thinkis fron-whee drive?" "Ohyeah, fron-wee drive all the way, sah" Anywho, one of them had a moustache bigger than my head, and had pink fingernails, that's all I know. I also shared the most awkward handshake ever with him, and EVERYONE, ok just Dan knows how much I hate those. Anywho, got unstuck, drove to Concord with Brian, and as I pulled in, I saw a dude pull out of a parking space, and I was all about taking it. As I turn into the space, I see Brian waving. AND IT'S THE FUCKING DUDE, ZACK (ZACH) WHO TRIED TO HELP ME OUT!!!
That just goes to show how fucking bizarre this day was.
This day taught me - hicks can, indeed be very helpful. Mustaches don't mean you're a creep. Ok, they do, but theres no saying they prevent you from helping someone out of a snowbank. Ben Metcalf is a bro. I've only talked to him once in the past five years, but he's a true dude. And wearing "dress-coats like da!" is what causes people to get stuck in snowbanks, not poor visibility/unlplowed driveways.
I also learned that Converge, Shai Hulud, Modern Life Is War, and Set Your Goals (as random as they are) are the only bands that matter.
Oh, the best part of the story is the fact that the person's house had a Virginia University sticker on thier car. And I fucking hate Virginia because their douchebag offensive lineman took a cheap-shot at Mathias Kiwanuka. That douchebag. Not to mention they're ACC Rivals. Those bitches.
Depravity - a thing of the past. A life not in vain, I am the end - I am beginning life anew. My soul is free from weakness. Free. Refined as gold. A standard to be met by all. As we embrace righteousness, we embrace life. Purified, united. set aside from the majority. I will serve as an example to man as hope. By defending those I love with my life. I stand here bold and strong. As a testament to my abstinence. My heart is ope - this slate is clean.
-/+Woke up ten minutes late for Statistics.
-/+Got nothing accomplished in Statistics.
- Went home and had a big discussion about bad things.
- Walked to school in the most pissy mood ever.
+ Went back to school, talked to Samantha, got a hug and kiss, and was in a super good mood for the rest of the day.
- Got home from school and had to go to my dentist appointment before work.
-/+Brian decided he wanted to come.
- Went to pick up Brian at "Shumway's" house.
- Got stuck in a snow bank in some random person's house.
- Had a schoolbus of children look at me tryign to dig my car out.
+ Got unstuck like 20 minutes later.
- Sprained my wrist wicked bad trying to get it out.
+ Drove to Concord with Brian.
+ Saw the dude who helped me dig out my car randomly.
- Got to my appointment 20 minutes late.
- Sat in the waiting room with Brian for 30 minutes.
- The appointment took about five minutes, and I went through all this trouble.
So, listen to my car story, it's not as exciting, nor dramatic as Mikey D's multiple carcrash/snow stories. But bear with me.
So I pulled into some random house that I thought was Shumway's house to pick up Brian. They driveway wasn't plowed, and I backed up on their lawn, thinking it was their driveway, because it wasn't plowed, and bottomed out/got stuck on a snowbank. Thought I broke my axle, cause my wheel wouldn't spin. Some random dude across the sreet was like "need help?" so my new friend Zack (perhaps Zach) helped me try to get the car out. Clearly wasn't happening. Ben Metcalf drove by, and also tried to help, which he was a total dude for. Brian called, and he was on his way down the street to help me push the car out. So all four of us tried to get the car out, couldn't do it. The kid Zack (Zach) was like "I have to leave, I have a doctor's appointment, good luck." So he left, and we were left by ourselves for a few minutes, until two WICKED random hicks drove by. They were like probably late forties/early fifties. They both get out of their car talking in the hick voice that everyone uses only it was TEN TIMES WORSE. "Meyabud, gotchya cah stuck in dat deyah snowbank, eh?." "I dunno, you thinkis fron-whee drive?" "Ohyeah, fron-wee drive all the way, sah" Anywho, one of them had a moustache bigger than my head, and had pink fingernails, that's all I know. I also shared the most awkward handshake ever with him, and EVERYONE, ok just Dan knows how much I hate those. Anywho, got unstuck, drove to Concord with Brian, and as I pulled in, I saw a dude pull out of a parking space, and I was all about taking it. As I turn into the space, I see Brian waving. AND IT'S THE FUCKING DUDE, ZACK (ZACH) WHO TRIED TO HELP ME OUT!!!
That just goes to show how fucking bizarre this day was.
This day taught me - hicks can, indeed be very helpful. Mustaches don't mean you're a creep. Ok, they do, but theres no saying they prevent you from helping someone out of a snowbank. Ben Metcalf is a bro. I've only talked to him once in the past five years, but he's a true dude. And wearing "dress-coats like da!" is what causes people to get stuck in snowbanks, not poor visibility/unlplowed driveways.
I also learned that Converge, Shai Hulud, Modern Life Is War, and Set Your Goals (as random as they are) are the only bands that matter.
Oh, the best part of the story is the fact that the person's house had a Virginia University sticker on thier car. And I fucking hate Virginia because their douchebag offensive lineman took a cheap-shot at Mathias Kiwanuka. That douchebag. Not to mention they're ACC Rivals. Those bitches.
Depravity - a thing of the past. A life not in vain, I am the end - I am beginning life anew. My soul is free from weakness. Free. Refined as gold. A standard to be met by all. As we embrace righteousness, we embrace life. Purified, united. set aside from the majority. I will serve as an example to man as hope. By defending those I love with my life. I stand here bold and strong. As a testament to my abstinence. My heart is ope - this slate is clean.