Happy Halloween (tomorrow) and Happy Daylight Savings Time also too as well!
I stayed up alllll night last night, and as Shane pointed out, I was probaly the only one in the entire world staying up to watch my clock to see whether or not it changes itself. It does not. But see, I never woulda known if I hadn't stayed up to watch it. There's some sense in there, I can feel it... But mostly I just talked to Shane.. for... 7 hours? It was from like 10 to 4, and plus daylight savings time, so our conversation gained an hour lol. But it was like being at the conciousness marathon! I wasn't that sleepy, and he was bored at work. It was pretty entertaining actually, I hope on both parts. I was planning on sleeping in today till at least 4 or 5 lol, but my mother (whom I love very much!!!) had to call at 1:30 this afternoon, like who does that?? Hello, people are still sleeping!! But oh well, it was a good night's rest anyway, I suppose. There's no hope in going back to sleep now. The sun here is just so brilliant and beautiful! Oh, I love it!! And ya know, for the first time since I've been here, I stayed up all night and looked out the window at the stars in the sky... THOUSANDS. It wasn't like Amsterdam at all. It's really quite pretty here. Heart. Anyway, I found an area in my room that does indeed get phone service! Yeah, I have to stand up on my chair, one leg on the chair and one on my desk, and sort of squat, but not too much or you'll lose it, and then hunch over a tad and face the corner. Lol. But it got better than that last night. I was actually lounging around on my bed and still got service there!! So cool! AND I WAS NOT NAKED OR DOING ANYTHING, I JUST GOT REALLY HOT AND TOOK OFF A LAYER ON TOP. I STILL HAD MY UNDERWEAR ON, AS WELL AS MY PANTS. PLEASE DON'T THINK I'M A BAD PERSON!!!!
Anyway, I heart Cindy in Creative Writing. If you care to know why, you can ask. But she's officially the smartest and most down-to-earth, insightful, optimistic person I have ever met.
Mrs. Jennings is a riot. "WHERE ARE MY GLASSES?? WHERE ARE MY GLASSESSSSS???????" One shy, unsure student: "Um, Mrs. Jennings... they're in your hand." "Oh... Oh, yes." *clears throat and continues*
She's truly turning into the stereotypical frazzled English teacher. If you were there and saw the giant mop of frizz on her head you'd already be agreeing with me. Lol, but she's a nice lady, I'll give her that much, despite the fact that she wouldn't feel sorry if her cat got hit by a car: "I think if he's stupid enough to run out into the road and get hit, then he deserves to be dead!" You may have heard that one in my info a while back lol.
I found out our school puts laxatives in the food here. I guess it's just so bad for your body that they want you getting rid of it as soon as possible. Hm... that would explain a lot...........
They had this big ole Halloween celebration while I was working the kitchen on Friday. All these people--teachers and students--dressed up for the costume contest and decorated pumpkins for that contest. They were playing music. There was a guy dressed in a skimpy tight cheerleading outfit, there was the Little Old Woman who lived in a shoe (just close your eyes and picture that one for a minute because describing it would do it no justice), and there was even a group of faculty who came together as the Gilligan's Island cast lol. They even had the tribal native people in grass skirts and holding spears. I was briefly reminded of my traumatic high school days when they made me read Lord of the Flies. But I had to get back to work, so I got over it. They should have cool festival stuff like that every day that I work. Makes it a lot more exciting.
They're having a Mr. Keuka pageant sometime lololol. Now that just sounds funny to me. He has to do athletic competitions (whoever catches the biggest fish wins the big bag of corn), lipsyncing (to bluegrass country, of course), and a formal wear question and answer category. I wanna go lol.
Tonight's the last night of the Haunted House. Then we have set take-down tomorrow (tee hee!) and a cast party. It's been fun, except I'm really starting to miss acting. It's good to be well-rounded though. Get the feel of everyone's job before you go putting it down. But sometimes we get nights where the weather just sucks and they're aren't a lot of people. So in between, we have the house lights on for a while. And one night they were on for so long, bugs started to collect around the lights up by the ceiling. Well, guess where my scaffold is conveniently placed? About 6 feet below the lights up by the ceiling lol. Well, there were these HUGE bugs that I'd never seen before (except for maybe in horror films and my nightmares), and they suddenly all began to collect and swarm around me. Before I knew it, those damn insects had invaded and settled quite comfortably all over my scaffold--MY scaffold. I had been doing some homework, eating dinner--that is, a box of Cheez-its--and keeping a watchful eye on the ugly pests, but by this time I was frozen. I didn't dare look back at my homework or my crackers and risk taking my eyes off of those bugs. I could've yelled down for help, sure. I could also have sucked my thumb in front of my new college friends. I mean, come on. Get real lol. But I was alone up there. I was completely isolated from the world below. No, I wasn't alone. I had plenty of company, and I felt the tension growing in both parties with each passing minute. There we were... me... and the psycho mutant bugs from hell. Their monster wings were flickering, itching to attack. The skin of my brow was perspiring with careful concentration, my blood racing as I prepared for battle. I suppose if I had had a way out, I would've taken it here. However, those hideous, evil creatures lined the top rung of the ladder, standing between me and my way down to earth. But I needed some sort of protection. So slowly and gingerly, I squatted to pick up my history textbook. Then I straightened back up again smoothly, scowling and protecting my domain. The bugs cocked their heads in befuddlement. They knew who the better brain was in this war. Like a fearless general I stood poised with my book in my hands, which I held high above my head in strike position, just waiting for them to make a move. Oh, I knew they were going to make the first move. They're the enemy, and the enemy always does. And then, with the intellect of Athena herself, I spoke to the barbarians: "Oh, yeah," I teased, "You're scared. You're shaking; I can feel it. The whole scaffold's shaking with your fear. We both know this scaffold is mine. So why don't you all just leave now and spare your wives and children the loss?" ... They didn't answer. Those stubborn bastards... And that's when I knew I'd had them. "Check." The pawns were forced by my strategical play on words to make a move. But suddenly, my plan backfired. All it took was for one bug--one wise guy in the group--to flutter his giant mutant wings (if ever a shot was heart round the world!), and damn the Cheez-its, full speed ahead, I was after him like a fierce predator. I was all over that bug, with my mighty dinner as both my sword and my shield. We fought brutally for no more than a few seconds when I realized my fatal mistake. I fell right into that filthy bug's hands. The rest of his army--about 50 or 60 or 269--flew up into an angry, chattering swarm, surrounding me, ambushing me, crying out with an ear-rumbling buzz for a war cry, and flapping their wings incessantly. They were trying to throw me off the scaffold! But I didn't lose my cool. I gripped my faithful text and swung like hell. If the scaffold must fall, so be it! The captain always goes down with her ship! I'll never forget the sounds of war, as I heard their evil-inhabited spines and shells crunching beneath my heavy blows and my skillful steps. I maneuvered around on that scaffold like a lone ninja fighting for spiritual freedom against a mob of enemies. I was on a killing spree. Oh, man... My heart was pounding, and after a while I wasn't sure who was winning. I was caught in the middle of the chaos, but I made a mental note of each bug I saw go down. There were probably 10, 12... maybe 25... maybe 72. The green and yellow blood of the foreigners was splattered across the battlefiled. Some unlucky bastards were gone completely, their bodies forever etched in time upon my scaffold. At last, the moment camse when the survivors came to realize my superior intelligence and skill. They dropped their wings in surrender and settled back down peacefully along the edges of the scaffold. In a flash I had become their leader. After a long, hard-fought battle, they were finally willing to negotiate some sort of treaty. They knew who was boss of that scaffold. "Let this be a lesson for you, gentlemen," I dictated, dropping my guard, as well as my history book, as I paced back and forth across the scaffold and addressed the conquered army. "This is a lesson that shall surely go down in history: I OWN this scaffold, bitch!" Then, with a final salute to my defeated opponents, my captured enemies, my prisoners, and my slaves forevermore, I picked up my Cheez-its and homework, put it all back into my backpack, threw the bag over the edge to let it pound upon the ground, and scooted down the ladder without pausing another second to look back. I didn't say a word to anyone about them bugs, and luckily it was shortly after that Mark Wenderlich let us go home for the night. It's a good thing we don't have many nights like that one. Those overfed monsters were absolutely repulsive. Scary little shits lol. But I'm sure they're thinking twice now about invading MY scaffold again! Besides, I don't like it when my Cheez-its are crushed into grains the size of saw-dust. Bastard bugs.
Garsh, this was a long entry! Sorry, sometimes I get carried away, and I really miss writing comedic monologues lol. Can ya tell? So I guess they come out in my LJ lol.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!!
Anyway, I heart Cindy in Creative Writing. If you care to know why, you can ask. But she's officially the smartest and most down-to-earth, insightful, optimistic person I have ever met.
Mrs. Jennings is a riot. "WHERE ARE MY GLASSES?? WHERE ARE MY GLASSESSSSS???????" One shy, unsure student: "Um, Mrs. Jennings... they're in your hand." "Oh... Oh, yes." *clears throat and continues*
She's truly turning into the stereotypical frazzled English teacher. If you were there and saw the giant mop of frizz on her head you'd already be agreeing with me. Lol, but she's a nice lady, I'll give her that much, despite the fact that she wouldn't feel sorry if her cat got hit by a car: "I think if he's stupid enough to run out into the road and get hit, then he deserves to be dead!" You may have heard that one in my info a while back lol.
I found out our school puts laxatives in the food here. I guess it's just so bad for your body that they want you getting rid of it as soon as possible. Hm... that would explain a lot...........
They had this big ole Halloween celebration while I was working the kitchen on Friday. All these people--teachers and students--dressed up for the costume contest and decorated pumpkins for that contest. They were playing music. There was a guy dressed in a skimpy tight cheerleading outfit, there was the Little Old Woman who lived in a shoe (just close your eyes and picture that one for a minute because describing it would do it no justice), and there was even a group of faculty who came together as the Gilligan's Island cast lol. They even had the tribal native people in grass skirts and holding spears. I was briefly reminded of my traumatic high school days when they made me read Lord of the Flies. But I had to get back to work, so I got over it. They should have cool festival stuff like that every day that I work. Makes it a lot more exciting.
They're having a Mr. Keuka pageant sometime lololol. Now that just sounds funny to me. He has to do athletic competitions (whoever catches the biggest fish wins the big bag of corn), lipsyncing (to bluegrass country, of course), and a formal wear question and answer category. I wanna go lol.
Tonight's the last night of the Haunted House. Then we have set take-down tomorrow (tee hee!) and a cast party. It's been fun, except I'm really starting to miss acting. It's good to be well-rounded though. Get the feel of everyone's job before you go putting it down. But sometimes we get nights where the weather just sucks and they're aren't a lot of people. So in between, we have the house lights on for a while. And one night they were on for so long, bugs started to collect around the lights up by the ceiling. Well, guess where my scaffold is conveniently placed? About 6 feet below the lights up by the ceiling lol. Well, there were these HUGE bugs that I'd never seen before (except for maybe in horror films and my nightmares), and they suddenly all began to collect and swarm around me. Before I knew it, those damn insects had invaded and settled quite comfortably all over my scaffold--MY scaffold. I had been doing some homework, eating dinner--that is, a box of Cheez-its--and keeping a watchful eye on the ugly pests, but by this time I was frozen. I didn't dare look back at my homework or my crackers and risk taking my eyes off of those bugs. I could've yelled down for help, sure. I could also have sucked my thumb in front of my new college friends. I mean, come on. Get real lol. But I was alone up there. I was completely isolated from the world below. No, I wasn't alone. I had plenty of company, and I felt the tension growing in both parties with each passing minute. There we were... me... and the psycho mutant bugs from hell. Their monster wings were flickering, itching to attack. The skin of my brow was perspiring with careful concentration, my blood racing as I prepared for battle. I suppose if I had had a way out, I would've taken it here. However, those hideous, evil creatures lined the top rung of the ladder, standing between me and my way down to earth. But I needed some sort of protection. So slowly and gingerly, I squatted to pick up my history textbook. Then I straightened back up again smoothly, scowling and protecting my domain. The bugs cocked their heads in befuddlement. They knew who the better brain was in this war. Like a fearless general I stood poised with my book in my hands, which I held high above my head in strike position, just waiting for them to make a move. Oh, I knew they were going to make the first move. They're the enemy, and the enemy always does. And then, with the intellect of Athena herself, I spoke to the barbarians: "Oh, yeah," I teased, "You're scared. You're shaking; I can feel it. The whole scaffold's shaking with your fear. We both know this scaffold is mine. So why don't you all just leave now and spare your wives and children the loss?" ... They didn't answer. Those stubborn bastards... And that's when I knew I'd had them. "Check." The pawns were forced by my strategical play on words to make a move. But suddenly, my plan backfired. All it took was for one bug--one wise guy in the group--to flutter his giant mutant wings (if ever a shot was heart round the world!), and damn the Cheez-its, full speed ahead, I was after him like a fierce predator. I was all over that bug, with my mighty dinner as both my sword and my shield. We fought brutally for no more than a few seconds when I realized my fatal mistake. I fell right into that filthy bug's hands. The rest of his army--about 50 or 60 or 269--flew up into an angry, chattering swarm, surrounding me, ambushing me, crying out with an ear-rumbling buzz for a war cry, and flapping their wings incessantly. They were trying to throw me off the scaffold! But I didn't lose my cool. I gripped my faithful text and swung like hell. If the scaffold must fall, so be it! The captain always goes down with her ship! I'll never forget the sounds of war, as I heard their evil-inhabited spines and shells crunching beneath my heavy blows and my skillful steps. I maneuvered around on that scaffold like a lone ninja fighting for spiritual freedom against a mob of enemies. I was on a killing spree. Oh, man... My heart was pounding, and after a while I wasn't sure who was winning. I was caught in the middle of the chaos, but I made a mental note of each bug I saw go down. There were probably 10, 12... maybe 25... maybe 72. The green and yellow blood of the foreigners was splattered across the battlefiled. Some unlucky bastards were gone completely, their bodies forever etched in time upon my scaffold. At last, the moment camse when the survivors came to realize my superior intelligence and skill. They dropped their wings in surrender and settled back down peacefully along the edges of the scaffold. In a flash I had become their leader. After a long, hard-fought battle, they were finally willing to negotiate some sort of treaty. They knew who was boss of that scaffold. "Let this be a lesson for you, gentlemen," I dictated, dropping my guard, as well as my history book, as I paced back and forth across the scaffold and addressed the conquered army. "This is a lesson that shall surely go down in history: I OWN this scaffold, bitch!" Then, with a final salute to my defeated opponents, my captured enemies, my prisoners, and my slaves forevermore, I picked up my Cheez-its and homework, put it all back into my backpack, threw the bag over the edge to let it pound upon the ground, and scooted down the ladder without pausing another second to look back. I didn't say a word to anyone about them bugs, and luckily it was shortly after that Mark Wenderlich let us go home for the night. It's a good thing we don't have many nights like that one. Those overfed monsters were absolutely repulsive. Scary little shits lol. But I'm sure they're thinking twice now about invading MY scaffold again! Besides, I don't like it when my Cheez-its are crushed into grains the size of saw-dust. Bastard bugs.
Garsh, this was a long entry! Sorry, sometimes I get carried away, and I really miss writing comedic monologues lol. Can ya tell? So I guess they come out in my LJ lol.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!!