Best. Fucking. Morning. Ever.
“Hey, Kevin! Phone’s for you!”
Kevin gets out of bed at and answers the phone.
“Hello?”
”Ah, yes, hallo? This is Taemin.”
”Hello.”
“I am fine. You know we have rehearsal at ten?”
Kevin looks at the clock to find that it is quarter to ten.
“Oh, God. No, I forgot. Sorry.”
“Ohohoh, so you coming now?”
”Taemin, I live like half an hour away and…”
Kevin attempts to finish his sentence with an excuse that would allow him to go back to sleep. Taemin interjects.
“Oh, well, better late than never, ah?”
“…sigh. Okay.”
“Well, I call earlier next time. I just assume you remembered.”
Kevin briefly wonders why he’s being called this close to the beginning of rehearsal. If Kevin had remembered, as Taemin apparently assumed he had, he’d be half of the way to church by now and the call would just be annoying the hell out of Kevin’s mom. As a reminder call, the call is completely useless because Kevin doesn’t have enough time to get to the rehearsal he’s being reminded of.
“Okay. I see you there! Bah-bye.”
“…”
Kevin attempts to hang up the phone angrily and realizes it is cordless. He instead pushes the “off” button really, really hard. It doesn’t have the same effect.
Kevin proceeds to quickly get ready and leave. On the way out of the drive way, his tires get stuck in the snow. Several minutes of drivereversedrivereversedrivereversedrivereversedrivereversedrivereversedrive later, he’s on his way. On Gratiot, a man in a baby blue van nearly merges into him. Kevin finally arrives at the church roughly fifteen minutes late. He walks quickly into the sanctuary as they finish a song he doesn’t play on. Mrs. Peggy feels obliged to point out to the rest “wind ensemble” that Kevin has arrived late, as most of them probably haven’t notice.
”Hi, Kevin!”
“Hello…”
”Hey, how many people do you want to call you tomorrow?”
Light laughter throughout the group. Kevin smiles slightly.
”Hey, how many people do you want to call you tomorrow?”
“Oh, I dunno. A few.”
Kevin begins setting up for the next song.
”Hey, how many people do you want to call you tomorrow?”
Kevin again smiles.
”Hey, how many people do you want to call you tomorrow?”
“Hehe, yeah.”
”Hey, how many people do you want to call you tomorrow?”
Kevin crafts a THIS HAS BEEN CENSORED.
Taemin starts rehearsal. From the instant they start the song to the time they are done rehearsing, fifteen minutes have passed. Had he arrived on time, Kevin would’ve spent roughly twice as much time driving as he would’ve rehearsing, with the ride back included. As is, he has spent roughly three or four times as much time driving.
Kevin exits the church and finds that his car is hissing at him. On closer inspection, Kevin finds that there is a very large nail sticking out of his front left tire. Kevin dies a little. He drives home and again gets stuck in the entrance to his driveway. He decides that God doesn’t want him to play in the church’s wind ensemble. Finally getting into his house, he cancels his drum lesson and plays Final Fantasy X.
I felt the first half of my day was better when explained in third person. After that, I saw Narnia with my dad and sisters. My dad and I then put on the spare tire. Now I’m here.
In contrast to this morning, yesterday was generally awesome. Went sledding, matched wits with some 12(?) year olds, and saw King Kong. Hell of a movie.
That is all.
The beauty that killed the beast,
Kevin Vredevoogd
Kevin gets out of bed at and answers the phone.
“Hello?”
”Ah, yes, hallo? This is Taemin.”
”Hello.”
“I am fine. You know we have rehearsal at ten?”
Kevin looks at the clock to find that it is quarter to ten.
“Oh, God. No, I forgot. Sorry.”
“Ohohoh, so you coming now?”
”Taemin, I live like half an hour away and…”
Kevin attempts to finish his sentence with an excuse that would allow him to go back to sleep. Taemin interjects.
“Oh, well, better late than never, ah?”
“…sigh. Okay.”
“Well, I call earlier next time. I just assume you remembered.”
Kevin briefly wonders why he’s being called this close to the beginning of rehearsal. If Kevin had remembered, as Taemin apparently assumed he had, he’d be half of the way to church by now and the call would just be annoying the hell out of Kevin’s mom. As a reminder call, the call is completely useless because Kevin doesn’t have enough time to get to the rehearsal he’s being reminded of.
“Okay. I see you there! Bah-bye.”
“…”
Kevin attempts to hang up the phone angrily and realizes it is cordless. He instead pushes the “off” button really, really hard. It doesn’t have the same effect.
Kevin proceeds to quickly get ready and leave. On the way out of the drive way, his tires get stuck in the snow. Several minutes of drivereversedrivereversedrivereversedrivereversedrivereversedrivereversedrive later, he’s on his way. On Gratiot, a man in a baby blue van nearly merges into him. Kevin finally arrives at the church roughly fifteen minutes late. He walks quickly into the sanctuary as they finish a song he doesn’t play on. Mrs. Peggy feels obliged to point out to the rest “wind ensemble” that Kevin has arrived late, as most of them probably haven’t notice.
”Hi, Kevin!”
“Hello…”
”Hey, how many people do you want to call you tomorrow?”
Light laughter throughout the group. Kevin smiles slightly.
”Hey, how many people do you want to call you tomorrow?”
“Oh, I dunno. A few.”
Kevin begins setting up for the next song.
”Hey, how many people do you want to call you tomorrow?”
Kevin again smiles.
”Hey, how many people do you want to call you tomorrow?”
“Hehe, yeah.”
”Hey, how many people do you want to call you tomorrow?”
Kevin crafts a THIS HAS BEEN CENSORED.
Taemin starts rehearsal. From the instant they start the song to the time they are done rehearsing, fifteen minutes have passed. Had he arrived on time, Kevin would’ve spent roughly twice as much time driving as he would’ve rehearsing, with the ride back included. As is, he has spent roughly three or four times as much time driving.
Kevin exits the church and finds that his car is hissing at him. On closer inspection, Kevin finds that there is a very large nail sticking out of his front left tire. Kevin dies a little. He drives home and again gets stuck in the entrance to his driveway. He decides that God doesn’t want him to play in the church’s wind ensemble. Finally getting into his house, he cancels his drum lesson and plays Final Fantasy X.
I felt the first half of my day was better when explained in third person. After that, I saw Narnia with my dad and sisters. My dad and I then put on the spare tire. Now I’m here.
In contrast to this morning, yesterday was generally awesome. Went sledding, matched wits with some 12(?) year olds, and saw King Kong. Hell of a movie.
That is all.
The beauty that killed the beast,
Kevin Vredevoogd