Everyone likes music, some people like sharks.
Tonight my fortune cookie said "You will attract cultured and artistic people to your home." I warned my mom about this because guests make her nervous and she likes to have plenty of advanced notice. How will she know how much lasagna to make?! My mom answered me with an annoyed smile because she's mad that I didn't leave her a note about where I was this evening.
I haven't written a livejournal entry for real since Valentine's Day and the pre-writing for this one has been a strain. First, I had to get my mom mad by being inconsiderate, because she's more amusing in this state. Once I realized that it would make a nice livejournal entry introduction, I had to try to find that cookie fortune so that I could write down the wording of it. I started digging through my kitchen garbage can. No, really- I did this. It didn't even smell bad! It smelled like Apple Jacks and soy sauce, a pleasant nutty aroma. While rummaging, I thought that I could also write about the fact that I had to look through the garbage for my fortune, and people might laugh at that because it's disgusting and I was doing it for no good reason at all. Then I thought- Hey! If people like hearing about this, they might enjoy recollections of other times I've put my hands through bags, cans, or dumpsters of garbage!
Time #1: Upper Merion Middle School dumpster
Seventh grade- April, and I had just gotten my top braces off. Woo! I was on my way to being really hot! My orthodontist made me a kickin' retainer and I wore that thing to school- Yeah! At lunch I wrapped it in a napkin and accidentally threw it away with my trash. Spaghetti day is a bad day for wading in a dumpster, compared to, for instance: chicken nugget day, which doesn't come with any sauces. My mother and I found the retainer after about an hour, and soaked it in Alkaseltzer for four days. Lesson almost learned.
Time #2: Avalon, New Jersey
Down the shore I threw out my retainer again at a restaurant. Yes, I'm stupid. No dumpsters involved, just trash bags.
Time #2 1/2: 557 Dartmouth Drive
My neighbors were getting some construction done on their house and I needed plywood for a science project, so I climbed into the company's dumpster to take what I could carry. This hardly counts so I labeled it 2 and a half.
Time #3: 555 Dartmouth Drive
I looked for a fortune cookie paper in my kitchen trashcan though it was very unnecessary. I realized after a bit that I had never thrown the paper away and that it was on the end table next to the couch, where I had eaten the cookie. Washed hands.
So you can see now why I can only manage an entry every five months or so. They're very taxing.
I haven't written a livejournal entry for real since Valentine's Day and the pre-writing for this one has been a strain. First, I had to get my mom mad by being inconsiderate, because she's more amusing in this state. Once I realized that it would make a nice livejournal entry introduction, I had to try to find that cookie fortune so that I could write down the wording of it. I started digging through my kitchen garbage can. No, really- I did this. It didn't even smell bad! It smelled like Apple Jacks and soy sauce, a pleasant nutty aroma. While rummaging, I thought that I could also write about the fact that I had to look through the garbage for my fortune, and people might laugh at that because it's disgusting and I was doing it for no good reason at all. Then I thought- Hey! If people like hearing about this, they might enjoy recollections of other times I've put my hands through bags, cans, or dumpsters of garbage!
Time #1: Upper Merion Middle School dumpster
Seventh grade- April, and I had just gotten my top braces off. Woo! I was on my way to being really hot! My orthodontist made me a kickin' retainer and I wore that thing to school- Yeah! At lunch I wrapped it in a napkin and accidentally threw it away with my trash. Spaghetti day is a bad day for wading in a dumpster, compared to, for instance: chicken nugget day, which doesn't come with any sauces. My mother and I found the retainer after about an hour, and soaked it in Alkaseltzer for four days. Lesson almost learned.
Time #2: Avalon, New Jersey
Down the shore I threw out my retainer again at a restaurant. Yes, I'm stupid. No dumpsters involved, just trash bags.
Time #2 1/2: 557 Dartmouth Drive
My neighbors were getting some construction done on their house and I needed plywood for a science project, so I climbed into the company's dumpster to take what I could carry. This hardly counts so I labeled it 2 and a half.
Time #3: 555 Dartmouth Drive
I looked for a fortune cookie paper in my kitchen trashcan though it was very unnecessary. I realized after a bit that I had never thrown the paper away and that it was on the end table next to the couch, where I had eaten the cookie. Washed hands.
So you can see now why I can only manage an entry every five months or so. They're very taxing.