I guess some people never change their lives...
I woke up at 8 o’ clock on that snowy Tuesday morning. There was about 5 inches of snow on the deck outside. I didn’t want to take the bus. I was a senior, and too proud to take a ride on the giant twinky with wheels. I begged and begged my mom for a ride, and after a bit of shouting and screaming, she finally gave in to let me go in late and have her drop me off on her way to work. I went outside into the freezing weather to scrape the snow off the truck. The snow got all over my outfit and soaked me with freezing wetness. I shoveled the walk so later I wouldn't get even more cold and wet. This was the start of a long, cold, wet, dreary winter. I finally went inside to discover my mother had dumped out the coffee pot. This was the one thing I was looking forward to when I stepped out into the tundra. It was then that I realized that things weren't going too well for me today.
On Sunday morning, the day before this paper was due, my mother came into my room around seven, much too early for a Sunday. She started her usual rambling about my room being a mess and how when I was in college I would have to be organized or my roommate would get sick of me and switch out. Then she walked over to Hubert, my 6 foot tall cactus that was given to me last fall by a neighbor who was moving to Florida and could no longer take care of it. Hubert was one of those things that made my room interesting. Unfortunately, as Hubert was quite old, he died. She dragged him out to the woods in the front of our house and laid him to rest. It was one of those things that was bound to happen. However, I was very upset by this tragic happening. Hubert was not only my decor, but my friend. I was not happy to have to see him go. He is now serving as compost in the front yard.
There are some things I never really liked talking about. For the longest time, I had a very embarrassing problem. So embarrassing, I don't know why I’m writing about it, but here I am doing it anyway! So anyway, one thing I like to do very much is go to shows with my friends (by shows I mean to bars to see bands play). At these shows, my friends and I would do this dance called Skanking, which can’t really be explained, but is done to Ska music. I guess it kind of looks like bowling in place over and over again to the beat of the music, but using your arms and your feet. Before these shows, I would drink alot and not go to the bathroom. I would be so busy having fun that I would forget, and pee my pants. This has happened to me on several occasions.
One day last spring, I was in Bridgehampton Commens with my brother and his ex girlfriend Joanna. I had a really stuffy nose and wanted Sudafed. However, I forgot to get it when we were at Kmart, and I made my brother angry. Since I wasn’t driving, I didn’t care about gas, and I had nowhere to be so time was of no concern. It didn’t matter to me that we had to turn around. I whined until I got my way. He went back for me, and I picked up the Sudafed. Finally, we got home. I opened up the box to take some, and the box was empty. I bought a box of empty Sudafed. I felt so stupid, Joanna still laughs at me about it to this day, and My brother was pissed at me for being so dumb and making him turn around.
Over the summer, I worked at the Village Cheese Shop. I could tell you anything you ever wanted to know about camambare, brie, swiss, monchego, you name it! We also had a deli, and every day, Omar, a homeless man who plays the bongos came into the store to get something to eat. He would always pay, however I didn’t trust him. One day, he bought all the bananas we had in the store (about 10 of them). I was very confused, but Omars kind of crazy so I kind of had a “whatever” attitude about it. A woman came in wanting a banana, and I had to simply say “Omar ate all the bananas!”. This woman was local and knew who Omar was. A couple of months later, in October, I was driving with my friend Lacina through town. I saw Omar crossing the street, and I waved hello. Omar gave me the finger. I guess that some people never change their lives. Months later, Omar was still a homeless man being mean to people who were just trying to be nice.
On Sunday morning, the day before this paper was due, my mother came into my room around seven, much too early for a Sunday. She started her usual rambling about my room being a mess and how when I was in college I would have to be organized or my roommate would get sick of me and switch out. Then she walked over to Hubert, my 6 foot tall cactus that was given to me last fall by a neighbor who was moving to Florida and could no longer take care of it. Hubert was one of those things that made my room interesting. Unfortunately, as Hubert was quite old, he died. She dragged him out to the woods in the front of our house and laid him to rest. It was one of those things that was bound to happen. However, I was very upset by this tragic happening. Hubert was not only my decor, but my friend. I was not happy to have to see him go. He is now serving as compost in the front yard.
There are some things I never really liked talking about. For the longest time, I had a very embarrassing problem. So embarrassing, I don't know why I’m writing about it, but here I am doing it anyway! So anyway, one thing I like to do very much is go to shows with my friends (by shows I mean to bars to see bands play). At these shows, my friends and I would do this dance called Skanking, which can’t really be explained, but is done to Ska music. I guess it kind of looks like bowling in place over and over again to the beat of the music, but using your arms and your feet. Before these shows, I would drink alot and not go to the bathroom. I would be so busy having fun that I would forget, and pee my pants. This has happened to me on several occasions.
One day last spring, I was in Bridgehampton Commens with my brother and his ex girlfriend Joanna. I had a really stuffy nose and wanted Sudafed. However, I forgot to get it when we were at Kmart, and I made my brother angry. Since I wasn’t driving, I didn’t care about gas, and I had nowhere to be so time was of no concern. It didn’t matter to me that we had to turn around. I whined until I got my way. He went back for me, and I picked up the Sudafed. Finally, we got home. I opened up the box to take some, and the box was empty. I bought a box of empty Sudafed. I felt so stupid, Joanna still laughs at me about it to this day, and My brother was pissed at me for being so dumb and making him turn around.
Over the summer, I worked at the Village Cheese Shop. I could tell you anything you ever wanted to know about camambare, brie, swiss, monchego, you name it! We also had a deli, and every day, Omar, a homeless man who plays the bongos came into the store to get something to eat. He would always pay, however I didn’t trust him. One day, he bought all the bananas we had in the store (about 10 of them). I was very confused, but Omars kind of crazy so I kind of had a “whatever” attitude about it. A woman came in wanting a banana, and I had to simply say “Omar ate all the bananas!”. This woman was local and knew who Omar was. A couple of months later, in October, I was driving with my friend Lacina through town. I saw Omar crossing the street, and I waved hello. Omar gave me the finger. I guess that some people never change their lives. Months later, Omar was still a homeless man being mean to people who were just trying to be nice.