She serves no purpose...
I am sorry people. Once I get out of the habit of updating this thing, it takes a lot to get me back into it. Threats from Jennifer are really the only thing I respond to. Now on to my family/church weekend....
I drove home all alone. It was a long-ass drive. What made it even longer was the fact that Marcia was driving back at the same time and kept calling me to keep her company. Having a conversation with her is like pulling teeth. She just sits there and kind of moans...such feelings inside. Anyway, I got home and went to this looooooong tribute to Dr. Rogers b/c this was his retirement weekend. The church gave him a car, 100,000 dollars, and a lot more stuff that no 1 person could ever need. My brother brought one of his friend's home from school. His name is Morgan Billington. He is as dorky as his name sounds. He is the nicest guy you could ever meet, but he is so awkward it's painful. He likes numbers, computers, and braided belts. That night ended with me spending time with my Mom and Dad. Rock on!
The next day, I didn't get dressed until 6 b/c I was doing laundry all day. I feel bad if I wash clothes and are wearing clothes other than PJ's. I feel like I am dirtying up clothes that need to be in the washer. I am weird about my clean clothes b/c I so rarely have clean clothes. I went out with Jessica that night b/c she is moving to Branson to be in a show for 8 months! Insane. I am jealous. Her housing is paid for, she gets $650 a week, and 50 bucks every Sunday for groceries. All she does is sing Broadway songs and hang out with the gay dancers from London. Not fair. She said she is going to try to get me a job. Whatever. No one wants to hire a skinny boy that sings like a 30 year old woman. After dinner, I AGAIN ended the night with Mom and Dad time.
On Sunday, I went to Dr. Rogers' last sermon and watched him get more presents. Then I took a nap. I left for school on Monday morning. The drive back was overcast but it never rained. When I was going through Nashville, the guy in front of me ran over this huge hunk of concrete, which made it shoot right at my car. It popped his tire and I swerved to miss it. It was craziness. I made it out alive and with all my rubbers unpopped. You have a sick mind. I then actually went to class! Go ME! I can't believe I actually acted responsibly. I am glad I didn't miss class though because the professor freaked out and ran out of class. It was great. We were working with prime numbers. Someone asked if we would have to go through the whole list of prime numbers to find the factors of a number. Simple enough question, right? Wrong. She said "Well, obviously this list of 8 numbers is too long so we'll forget about it!" She then packed her shit and ran out. The whole class just sat in silence and looked around in confusion. It was so odd. Maybe her tapered jeans was cutting off the circulation to her feet and she needed an excuse to go free them. I then joined a new tanning bed. When I came back, this annoying girl (that I don't even know that well) screamed across the lobby "OH MY GOD! DID YOU GO TANNING! YOUR FACE IS SO RED!" Well, it IS red now that you embarassed me. I don't like for everyone to know that I go tanning, and I especially don't like it to be announced in public places. My face flushes when I go tanning, that is why it was red...well, until she screamed..then it was red out of embarassment. She is a moron. Then, as I am getting off the elevator (thinking that I am free of her) she screams out of the elevator "PUT SOME LOTION ON THOSE RED CHEEKS!" Where was she raised? In a hole? What is wrong with her?? Anyway, Scott is annoying as ever...here's an example...
Yesterday, he told me that his dog will go blind within a year, but is only 5 years old. Everything else about her is fine. No other health problems to speak of. He told me that his family talked about putting her down b/c, without her sight, "she serves no purpose." No comment. Moron.
Woot.
I drove home all alone. It was a long-ass drive. What made it even longer was the fact that Marcia was driving back at the same time and kept calling me to keep her company. Having a conversation with her is like pulling teeth. She just sits there and kind of moans...such feelings inside. Anyway, I got home and went to this looooooong tribute to Dr. Rogers b/c this was his retirement weekend. The church gave him a car, 100,000 dollars, and a lot more stuff that no 1 person could ever need. My brother brought one of his friend's home from school. His name is Morgan Billington. He is as dorky as his name sounds. He is the nicest guy you could ever meet, but he is so awkward it's painful. He likes numbers, computers, and braided belts. That night ended with me spending time with my Mom and Dad. Rock on!
The next day, I didn't get dressed until 6 b/c I was doing laundry all day. I feel bad if I wash clothes and are wearing clothes other than PJ's. I feel like I am dirtying up clothes that need to be in the washer. I am weird about my clean clothes b/c I so rarely have clean clothes. I went out with Jessica that night b/c she is moving to Branson to be in a show for 8 months! Insane. I am jealous. Her housing is paid for, she gets $650 a week, and 50 bucks every Sunday for groceries. All she does is sing Broadway songs and hang out with the gay dancers from London. Not fair. She said she is going to try to get me a job. Whatever. No one wants to hire a skinny boy that sings like a 30 year old woman. After dinner, I AGAIN ended the night with Mom and Dad time.
On Sunday, I went to Dr. Rogers' last sermon and watched him get more presents. Then I took a nap. I left for school on Monday morning. The drive back was overcast but it never rained. When I was going through Nashville, the guy in front of me ran over this huge hunk of concrete, which made it shoot right at my car. It popped his tire and I swerved to miss it. It was craziness. I made it out alive and with all my rubbers unpopped. You have a sick mind. I then actually went to class! Go ME! I can't believe I actually acted responsibly. I am glad I didn't miss class though because the professor freaked out and ran out of class. It was great. We were working with prime numbers. Someone asked if we would have to go through the whole list of prime numbers to find the factors of a number. Simple enough question, right? Wrong. She said "Well, obviously this list of 8 numbers is too long so we'll forget about it!" She then packed her shit and ran out. The whole class just sat in silence and looked around in confusion. It was so odd. Maybe her tapered jeans was cutting off the circulation to her feet and she needed an excuse to go free them. I then joined a new tanning bed. When I came back, this annoying girl (that I don't even know that well) screamed across the lobby "OH MY GOD! DID YOU GO TANNING! YOUR FACE IS SO RED!" Well, it IS red now that you embarassed me. I don't like for everyone to know that I go tanning, and I especially don't like it to be announced in public places. My face flushes when I go tanning, that is why it was red...well, until she screamed..then it was red out of embarassment. She is a moron. Then, as I am getting off the elevator (thinking that I am free of her) she screams out of the elevator "PUT SOME LOTION ON THOSE RED CHEEKS!" Where was she raised? In a hole? What is wrong with her?? Anyway, Scott is annoying as ever...here's an example...
Yesterday, he told me that his dog will go blind within a year, but is only 5 years old. Everything else about her is fine. No other health problems to speak of. He told me that his family talked about putting her down b/c, without her sight, "she serves no purpose." No comment. Moron.
Woot.