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Okay, loads of things to talk about.
Not a lot of time for me to say it, either.
First, the ride home from hell from the france trip from hell:
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE France. Everything was amazing: the majority of the people were nice, the art was great, the food was amazing, the other stuff was good (the Eiffel Tower is BROWN, not black, if you want to know.). The problem was the people on the trip, my exchange family, the tour coordination, and, of course, the trip home.
The people on the trip that we were with weren't exactly great. The kids from BG were cool, but the all-boys school from New Jersey (the armpit of America) that we met up with wasn't so cool. They were hard partiers, though I thought they were trying to make up for something *giggles to self*. They also had the curtosy of being jurks about it: bragging about their drinking, insulting everyone else in their way, and of course drinking some more. Most of them, though, had a supremely excellent taste in music. I must give them credit for that.
My exchange family was nothing short of interresting. The parents were nice. The mom was a chain-smoker, and the father was a drunk, but they were nice. The only daughter that lives there now is the 'oops child'. Her older siblings are 37, 32, and 28. Her boyfriend, the Stupidest Man on Earth (seriously, this guy gives Bush and Eric Laliberte a run for their money.), was always there. They also had a dog, Paf, a Yellow lab, and three cats, but I don't like cats, so I don't care.
The trip's organisation was the worst. They gave us 3 days to see all of Paris. 3 &#@$ days. We were up for 32 hours straight the first day. I fell asleep on a boatride on the Seine. It was amazing, but the lack of sleep killed me. We didn't even see the Musee d'Orsay, where Monet, Van Gough, etc are. This is, as you might have guessed, the fault of the New Jersey kids.
The return trip was almost the worst. After a 2-hour train ride to the airport from Lyon, we were stuck in line for one hour, checked our baggage to find that they wouldn't allow us on the plane, waited another 2 hours to find that they instead gave us a flight at 1 the next day, a hotel room each for free, free meals for the day, and 600 euros each in compensation. 600 euros is about 700 dollars (of course, it's only because KC has a cast that we recieved this much). I smell a new guitar. After that, we had a 1-hour shuttle ride to the hotel, came to the airport at 10 that morning, and FINALLY got on the plane.
But hey, as Amy (a freshman) said when a man at security asked her if she had anything that could be used as a weapon: "Yup." She had brought a lighter in the shape of a gun. *slaps forehead*
Second, we got a dog. Yes, another dog, but the first one doesn't count. Now, instead of just a miniature poodle named Silvia, we also have a black lab named Ed. I like the name. He's 12 weeks old, and he's the dumbest thing on the planet aside from rocks. Think Ed, Edd and Eddy. He's cool, he's cute, and he's VERY laid back.
But hey, as a White House Official put it when they found that George W. Bush had been taken to the hospital temporarily for riding his bike full speed into a police car in England: "This is not the first time we've had to bandage him up for something like this."
Third and finally, for those who have not found out, I'm quitting football and joining the school band. I know, big step up for a guy with self esteem issues. I don't care. Music's my thing.
Oh, I almost forgot! I want to take two surveys starting today. First, a bad song survey. I want to know what you think is the worst song ever. Second, a best band name survey. I want you to think of an awesome band name. No cheating and using a used one!
"and she's buying a stairway to heaven...." thank you.
To all my fans out there.......TO THE POLLS!!!!
Not a lot of time for me to say it, either.
First, the ride home from hell from the france trip from hell:
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE France. Everything was amazing: the majority of the people were nice, the art was great, the food was amazing, the other stuff was good (the Eiffel Tower is BROWN, not black, if you want to know.). The problem was the people on the trip, my exchange family, the tour coordination, and, of course, the trip home.
The people on the trip that we were with weren't exactly great. The kids from BG were cool, but the all-boys school from New Jersey (the armpit of America) that we met up with wasn't so cool. They were hard partiers, though I thought they were trying to make up for something *giggles to self*. They also had the curtosy of being jurks about it: bragging about their drinking, insulting everyone else in their way, and of course drinking some more. Most of them, though, had a supremely excellent taste in music. I must give them credit for that.
My exchange family was nothing short of interresting. The parents were nice. The mom was a chain-smoker, and the father was a drunk, but they were nice. The only daughter that lives there now is the 'oops child'. Her older siblings are 37, 32, and 28. Her boyfriend, the Stupidest Man on Earth (seriously, this guy gives Bush and Eric Laliberte a run for their money.), was always there. They also had a dog, Paf, a Yellow lab, and three cats, but I don't like cats, so I don't care.
The trip's organisation was the worst. They gave us 3 days to see all of Paris. 3 &#@$ days. We were up for 32 hours straight the first day. I fell asleep on a boatride on the Seine. It was amazing, but the lack of sleep killed me. We didn't even see the Musee d'Orsay, where Monet, Van Gough, etc are. This is, as you might have guessed, the fault of the New Jersey kids.
The return trip was almost the worst. After a 2-hour train ride to the airport from Lyon, we were stuck in line for one hour, checked our baggage to find that they wouldn't allow us on the plane, waited another 2 hours to find that they instead gave us a flight at 1 the next day, a hotel room each for free, free meals for the day, and 600 euros each in compensation. 600 euros is about 700 dollars (of course, it's only because KC has a cast that we recieved this much). I smell a new guitar. After that, we had a 1-hour shuttle ride to the hotel, came to the airport at 10 that morning, and FINALLY got on the plane.
But hey, as Amy (a freshman) said when a man at security asked her if she had anything that could be used as a weapon: "Yup." She had brought a lighter in the shape of a gun. *slaps forehead*
Second, we got a dog. Yes, another dog, but the first one doesn't count. Now, instead of just a miniature poodle named Silvia, we also have a black lab named Ed. I like the name. He's 12 weeks old, and he's the dumbest thing on the planet aside from rocks. Think Ed, Edd and Eddy. He's cool, he's cute, and he's VERY laid back.
But hey, as a White House Official put it when they found that George W. Bush had been taken to the hospital temporarily for riding his bike full speed into a police car in England: "This is not the first time we've had to bandage him up for something like this."
Third and finally, for those who have not found out, I'm quitting football and joining the school band. I know, big step up for a guy with self esteem issues. I don't care. Music's my thing.
Oh, I almost forgot! I want to take two surveys starting today. First, a bad song survey. I want to know what you think is the worst song ever. Second, a best band name survey. I want you to think of an awesome band name. No cheating and using a used one!
"and she's buying a stairway to heaven...." thank you.
To all my fans out there.......TO THE POLLS!!!!