HIGHLIGHTS of my Week
Oh, wow, there's so much going on, I don't know WHERE to start!
Today's post is long, so just look for the little dividers I put in so you can keep your place. :) I'm so thoughtful!
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Okay, I was vaccuuming the house, which is the only way I can actually earn money right now, at least until I get a job (which better be soon). The cord always comes out of the stupid vaccuum, and I'd gotten sick of stopping and jamming it back in there every time it came out, so I just pressed it down with my foot viciously while still vaccuuming.
And so then the cord goes CRACK, and sparks fly all over my foot, and smoke starts pouring out of the vaccuum. So I lift my sock where it had exploded and there's this burning circle, which also carried through to my foot. It didn't really hurt, but maybe I was just preoccupied because it was so insanely cool and surprising.
Long story short, I didn't finish vaccuuming. I didn't get paid, either.
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Band banquet, eh...
I know it was our last one and all, but it was kind of disappointing. I was sort of expecting better; the videos were good but they showed me way too many times, and yet not enough. So then came the senior tributes, and Jak's was all right, but I can't say I'd wished for it to end with me having to do "Artoo Detoo" over the microphone. Bleh. But maybe I liked the attention. Middle child syndrome; what are you going to do, huh.
So then when Mr. DuBay was announcing us all, he called me up first, forgot most of my scholarships, and sort of said something meaningless about the oboe. I wished he'd said something about how when I first got in band I hated it, or something about how much I've changed over the years, or something about my character. But no, just some crap about the oboe and "I hope he plays it in college."
Psh, keep hoping.
I usually try and talk to everyone after the ceremonies, but this year I just didn't feel like it. I mean, what was I supposed to say? "Thanks for being my friend up until two years ago, have a nice life"? I just lost a lot of old friends for some reason. People who just stopped talking to me.
And let's be honest, I won't be too choked up if I never see any of them again. The friends I really care about I can just keep in touch with. And the other few I made sure to talk to.
OH MY GOD. Watching those slideshow pics of us as kids was so sad. I don't know why, but being a teenager just doesn't agree with me much. We go from being innocent, carefree little kids to mature, responsible adults, but look at what happens to us between those two.
We're just a bunch of hormone-driven idiots who whine and worry about STUPID things, STUPID people, STUPID television shows, etc. I'm just sick of it. I hope college is a little more adult and a little less teenager. It's really sad seeing those smiling, innocent faces and thinking about what those people have turned into and what they've done to themselves.
Then again, I wouldn't mind going back and being a kid again, either--Except it would mean I'd eventually have to go through all this again anyway.
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On a lighter, more hilarious note...
Sunday (that would be yesterday, for all you stargazers) my family went to Typhoon Lagoon for Mother's Day, because my mom is a Disney lover and she wanted to go. I've been sick this week but I couldn't really argue when my dad explained to me why we were going.
So I couldn't see really well, but I was pretty sure the little light over the waterslide was green, and I went down on my back, shooting through the winding tube in a spray of water.
I went into a pitch black tunnel going really fast, and as I neared the exit to the tunnel there was suddenly the silhouette of someone in front of me! I was fast enough to veer up the side but clipped the person, and as I zipped past I heard the person shout, "HEY!"
So I finally shot out of the slide into the water, wondering if I'd gone early or something, and wondering if the person would complain to the lifeguard or something.
As luck would have it, the person I passed happened to be EXACTLY the kind of person who would complain to the lifeguard about that sort of thing.
I climbed out of the water and passed the lifeguard, and a few moments later I heard the old women behind me croaking hoarsely to the lifeguard about how some young punk had hit her in the tube. So I turned around and confessed that it was me that done it, and the wrinkled crone in the tye-dye shirt glared at me through bleary eyes and spat about how I wasn't allowed to be going down on my back, etc. But I said I thought that's how I was supposed to go down the slide, and the lifeguard agreed with me.
The freakish, aged old hag sputtered for something else to accuse me of, but she'd lost the argument, and my dad was backing me up because he'd seen me go down when the light was green.
So, funny story, and I hate old people. I hate kids, too. And as I've said before, I hate teenagers.
Lol, I'm antisocial, aren't I?
Just kidding. You guys are great if you've read this whole post. If you haven't, well, go to hell. And leave me a comment, PLEASE! You know I type all this just to get a little attention!!!! Except not from old guidance counselers who think they know what I'm thinking and want to stick their noses in my business. You can go to...uh, heaven. I don't want to get expelled before I graduate for threatening faculty on a website.
Today's post is long, so just look for the little dividers I put in so you can keep your place. :) I'm so thoughtful!
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Okay, I was vaccuuming the house, which is the only way I can actually earn money right now, at least until I get a job (which better be soon). The cord always comes out of the stupid vaccuum, and I'd gotten sick of stopping and jamming it back in there every time it came out, so I just pressed it down with my foot viciously while still vaccuuming.
And so then the cord goes CRACK, and sparks fly all over my foot, and smoke starts pouring out of the vaccuum. So I lift my sock where it had exploded and there's this burning circle, which also carried through to my foot. It didn't really hurt, but maybe I was just preoccupied because it was so insanely cool and surprising.
Long story short, I didn't finish vaccuuming. I didn't get paid, either.
---------------------
Band banquet, eh...
I know it was our last one and all, but it was kind of disappointing. I was sort of expecting better; the videos were good but they showed me way too many times, and yet not enough. So then came the senior tributes, and Jak's was all right, but I can't say I'd wished for it to end with me having to do "Artoo Detoo" over the microphone. Bleh. But maybe I liked the attention. Middle child syndrome; what are you going to do, huh.
So then when Mr. DuBay was announcing us all, he called me up first, forgot most of my scholarships, and sort of said something meaningless about the oboe. I wished he'd said something about how when I first got in band I hated it, or something about how much I've changed over the years, or something about my character. But no, just some crap about the oboe and "I hope he plays it in college."
Psh, keep hoping.
I usually try and talk to everyone after the ceremonies, but this year I just didn't feel like it. I mean, what was I supposed to say? "Thanks for being my friend up until two years ago, have a nice life"? I just lost a lot of old friends for some reason. People who just stopped talking to me.
And let's be honest, I won't be too choked up if I never see any of them again. The friends I really care about I can just keep in touch with. And the other few I made sure to talk to.
OH MY GOD. Watching those slideshow pics of us as kids was so sad. I don't know why, but being a teenager just doesn't agree with me much. We go from being innocent, carefree little kids to mature, responsible adults, but look at what happens to us between those two.
We're just a bunch of hormone-driven idiots who whine and worry about STUPID things, STUPID people, STUPID television shows, etc. I'm just sick of it. I hope college is a little more adult and a little less teenager. It's really sad seeing those smiling, innocent faces and thinking about what those people have turned into and what they've done to themselves.
Then again, I wouldn't mind going back and being a kid again, either--Except it would mean I'd eventually have to go through all this again anyway.
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On a lighter, more hilarious note...
Sunday (that would be yesterday, for all you stargazers) my family went to Typhoon Lagoon for Mother's Day, because my mom is a Disney lover and she wanted to go. I've been sick this week but I couldn't really argue when my dad explained to me why we were going.
So I couldn't see really well, but I was pretty sure the little light over the waterslide was green, and I went down on my back, shooting through the winding tube in a spray of water.
I went into a pitch black tunnel going really fast, and as I neared the exit to the tunnel there was suddenly the silhouette of someone in front of me! I was fast enough to veer up the side but clipped the person, and as I zipped past I heard the person shout, "HEY!"
So I finally shot out of the slide into the water, wondering if I'd gone early or something, and wondering if the person would complain to the lifeguard or something.
As luck would have it, the person I passed happened to be EXACTLY the kind of person who would complain to the lifeguard about that sort of thing.
I climbed out of the water and passed the lifeguard, and a few moments later I heard the old women behind me croaking hoarsely to the lifeguard about how some young punk had hit her in the tube. So I turned around and confessed that it was me that done it, and the wrinkled crone in the tye-dye shirt glared at me through bleary eyes and spat about how I wasn't allowed to be going down on my back, etc. But I said I thought that's how I was supposed to go down the slide, and the lifeguard agreed with me.
The freakish, aged old hag sputtered for something else to accuse me of, but she'd lost the argument, and my dad was backing me up because he'd seen me go down when the light was green.
So, funny story, and I hate old people. I hate kids, too. And as I've said before, I hate teenagers.
Lol, I'm antisocial, aren't I?
Just kidding. You guys are great if you've read this whole post. If you haven't, well, go to hell. And leave me a comment, PLEASE! You know I type all this just to get a little attention!!!! Except not from old guidance counselers who think they know what I'm thinking and want to stick their noses in my business. You can go to...uh, heaven. I don't want to get expelled before I graduate for threatening faculty on a website.