You know what's great? life doesnt altogether suck right now. I'm not saying it's charmed because it is most decidedly not, but I'm not miserable, and that's cool. But nothing is happening this week. It's pretty dull. Trying to remember what I did last week..... ummm hokay
FRIDAY- I remember that friday was actually a decidedly good day, either that or i9t was a decidedly bad day. I don't remember which and there's no way to tell, because all I remember from school is that math was one of those "good period," where it just didnt suck. So for me to enjoy math class it had to be either a perfect day, or the shittiest day of all time. Lets just say it was good.
Then after school my mom did the obligatory lets-drag-lise-around-Publix-so-she-can-see-all-the-food-she-shouldn't-be-eating thing, she knows how much I love that, and then she made me go home and be uber-domestic which ordinarily doesnt bother me, but Zach was coming over so it felt too much like I was being "molded." I'm not broken dammit, quit trying to fix me. Oh wait have I mentioned Zach before? No? Ok well then I'll clarify, skip ahead if you know it.
So due to the fact that my brother can no longer stand the fact that I'm perpetually single (for some reason this bothers him, go figure), and due to the fact that Renee's friend Zach was in dire need of a homecoming date, the decided it would be a good idea to "get the hook up," so he came over and everything went swimmingly, blah blah blah, I had to go on the damn dress quest and whatnot. So then a couple days after that he called and asked me to go to Olympia's football game, yeah sure whatever, those things are actually more fun than the stupid sport itself. But I made the grave error of taking this call while my mother is in the room, so she's jumping up and down like an IDIOT, "Ask him to come for dinner!" and since she was so damn loud I kinda had to. My parents absolutely adore this guy, yes even my dad, imagine that. He's sixteen and a senior, an uber geek, astoundly nice, has a 5 on AP Calc, does all his homework by 8, is nice to his sister, probably a genius, absolutely adorable, and helps in the kitchen. What's not to like? I think they're hoping some of it will rub off on me. I'll probably end up corrupting him. Like mitchell, HA. So yeah that's Zach.
So he came for dinner. Wow. I can safely say that no dinner before has ever been so revealing of my family's character. (note that i say "family," the unit as opposed to specific members, there have been several that were MUCH more revealing of my father's psychosis). Oh yeah. I can die happy now. Oh wait no I can't I'm still too embarrassed. My dad is an ASSHAT (yes devin, an asshat). Although I admit it was pretty funny. Thank god I finally got to leave because Duncan wouldve DIED if he missed ANY of Renee doing whatever it is she does at football games (she's on flag corps, two steps from all out cheerleader so I can forgive her).
Went to game, met Zach's friends (WOW, he is absolutely king of the nerds, thoroughly entertaining), and this girl Colleen who was really bitchy and hates me. She doesn't even know me, how catty of her. Might have something to do with the fact that she's obsessed with Zach (on good authority from said pinee and Renee), so yeah she made it pretty clear that I should go die in many painful ways. Normally that opens the floor to an all-out bitchfest, but that wasnt necessary because Zach was irritating her enough on his own. On purpose I think, boys are all so egotistical. And you might retort and say "Well girls are all such catty bitches," and that's ok because we are. It's just such fun sometimes.
Oh yeah and now I finally understand football! You have no idea how many people have tried to explain that dumb sport to me,props to Zach for breaking it down for the simpleton. I still think its pretty stupid, but its fun to watch. So yeah, I had a good time. And our band is definetly better than Olympia's. W00t.
SATURDAY- Didn't we have that big storm on saturday? I don't remember because I slept through it. Duncan's room was flooding so he came and collapsed on the bed too and we just slept in my room all day. When there's a hurricane and the power goes out the house inevitably gets warmer (not HOT though since it's raining) and more humid. These conditions have a PHENOMENALLY soporific effect, they're IDEAL for sleep. So I just sort of go into hibernation mode. Which means I also eat a lot. I think I gained about 5 pounds that day. I need to practice some more restraint. PMS is a terrible thing, it's the percusor to pregnancy. You get fat and moody and pissy and ugly and nauseous and eat EVERYTHING in sight. It's terrible and inevitable. And what am I supposed to do when there's GALLONS of ice cream in the freezed which isn't working so they HAVE to be eaten? I was a victim of circumstances. Oh and I also kicked everyone's ass at Scrabble that night. "BARRACKS" down the left column, go me.
SUNDAY- Day after storm, no power, no water. It's an adventure though, readjusting your life to the lack of resources. I sat down and did homework for a couple hours and then went out with my mom on the dress quest. It was fun mostly, I do like to spend time with my mom, but sometimes she gets difficult because everything has to be done HER way. Fair enough, she'll be miserable once I leave home. Didn't get a dress, but I did get boots and a jacket, w00t.
MONDAY- No school no storm no damage, hallejujah. No power, no water, and no more phones. Damn it all to hell. Monday was a continuation of sunday. And I had to take a Nigerian-style bucket bath. From the frigid pool. Not fun. Did murder to my hair. Ugh. And yeah then it was back on the dress thing again, and again to no avail (though my mom did get me a sundress, I'm so spoiled sometimes). I hate how much preparation is required for these damn things, and it's only for girls. You guys all have it so easy with EVERYTHING. Having said that I don't want to be a boy. That would suck.
When we got home power was back (Serendipitous, no?) so I could go online and talk to all my favorite people. Well some of them anyways.
TUESDAY- Still no phones. I was supposed to go volunteering with Mussolini, but the center was closed for storm damage. So since we were already out what did we do instead? I don't think I need to tell you, it's what I'm always doing with my mom. Don't blame it solely on my inherent character flaws, every store in the universe seems to be having a "thank god we're still alive to take your money" sale. Oh and I was still on the the damn dress quest. There is no pleasing that woman. Having said that we finally got one, hallejujah. And I'm only feeling slightly guilty because Zach called to ask what color the dress was so he could go get the silly little flower thingy, so I told him (thinking me and Mussolini would always be a war) the color of the back-up one. And then half an hour later I got a different one and didnt call back. Oopsy. Oh well, doesn't matter to me, I think the little flower thingies are pretty pointless and serve no other purpose than sending the primordial to other males of "mine." And I don't particularly care what color it is anyways, color doesn't bother me. Things like size and what the flowers are might bother me. If you guys ever have to get flower thingies, ask the girl about this stuff, because wearing a palm tree? No, that's not high on my to-do list.
No more shopping for a while. I'm done with it. It's exhausting. So is staying up doing terms you forgot about that didnt turn out to be do. Which is how I spent the rest of the night. Oh joy.
And that brings us up to now.
Then after school my mom did the obligatory lets-drag-lise-around-Publix-so-she-can-see-all-the-food-she-shouldn't-be-eating thing, she knows how much I love that, and then she made me go home and be uber-domestic which ordinarily doesnt bother me, but Zach was coming over so it felt too much like I was being "molded." I'm not broken dammit, quit trying to fix me. Oh wait have I mentioned Zach before? No? Ok well then I'll clarify, skip ahead if you know it.
So due to the fact that my brother can no longer stand the fact that I'm perpetually single (for some reason this bothers him, go figure), and due to the fact that Renee's friend Zach was in dire need of a homecoming date, the decided it would be a good idea to "get the hook up," so he came over and everything went swimmingly, blah blah blah, I had to go on the damn dress quest and whatnot. So then a couple days after that he called and asked me to go to Olympia's football game, yeah sure whatever, those things are actually more fun than the stupid sport itself. But I made the grave error of taking this call while my mother is in the room, so she's jumping up and down like an IDIOT, "Ask him to come for dinner!" and since she was so damn loud I kinda had to. My parents absolutely adore this guy, yes even my dad, imagine that. He's sixteen and a senior, an uber geek, astoundly nice, has a 5 on AP Calc, does all his homework by 8, is nice to his sister, probably a genius, absolutely adorable, and helps in the kitchen. What's not to like? I think they're hoping some of it will rub off on me. I'll probably end up corrupting him. Like mitchell, HA. So yeah that's Zach.
So he came for dinner. Wow. I can safely say that no dinner before has ever been so revealing of my family's character. (note that i say "family," the unit as opposed to specific members, there have been several that were MUCH more revealing of my father's psychosis). Oh yeah. I can die happy now. Oh wait no I can't I'm still too embarrassed. My dad is an ASSHAT (yes devin, an asshat). Although I admit it was pretty funny. Thank god I finally got to leave because Duncan wouldve DIED if he missed ANY of Renee doing whatever it is she does at football games (she's on flag corps, two steps from all out cheerleader so I can forgive her).
Went to game, met Zach's friends (WOW, he is absolutely king of the nerds, thoroughly entertaining), and this girl Colleen who was really bitchy and hates me. She doesn't even know me, how catty of her. Might have something to do with the fact that she's obsessed with Zach (on good authority from said pinee and Renee), so yeah she made it pretty clear that I should go die in many painful ways. Normally that opens the floor to an all-out bitchfest, but that wasnt necessary because Zach was irritating her enough on his own. On purpose I think, boys are all so egotistical. And you might retort and say "Well girls are all such catty bitches," and that's ok because we are. It's just such fun sometimes.
Oh yeah and now I finally understand football! You have no idea how many people have tried to explain that dumb sport to me,props to Zach for breaking it down for the simpleton. I still think its pretty stupid, but its fun to watch. So yeah, I had a good time. And our band is definetly better than Olympia's. W00t.
SATURDAY- Didn't we have that big storm on saturday? I don't remember because I slept through it. Duncan's room was flooding so he came and collapsed on the bed too and we just slept in my room all day. When there's a hurricane and the power goes out the house inevitably gets warmer (not HOT though since it's raining) and more humid. These conditions have a PHENOMENALLY soporific effect, they're IDEAL for sleep. So I just sort of go into hibernation mode. Which means I also eat a lot. I think I gained about 5 pounds that day. I need to practice some more restraint. PMS is a terrible thing, it's the percusor to pregnancy. You get fat and moody and pissy and ugly and nauseous and eat EVERYTHING in sight. It's terrible and inevitable. And what am I supposed to do when there's GALLONS of ice cream in the freezed which isn't working so they HAVE to be eaten? I was a victim of circumstances. Oh and I also kicked everyone's ass at Scrabble that night. "BARRACKS" down the left column, go me.
SUNDAY- Day after storm, no power, no water. It's an adventure though, readjusting your life to the lack of resources. I sat down and did homework for a couple hours and then went out with my mom on the dress quest. It was fun mostly, I do like to spend time with my mom, but sometimes she gets difficult because everything has to be done HER way. Fair enough, she'll be miserable once I leave home. Didn't get a dress, but I did get boots and a jacket, w00t.
MONDAY- No school no storm no damage, hallejujah. No power, no water, and no more phones. Damn it all to hell. Monday was a continuation of sunday. And I had to take a Nigerian-style bucket bath. From the frigid pool. Not fun. Did murder to my hair. Ugh. And yeah then it was back on the dress thing again, and again to no avail (though my mom did get me a sundress, I'm so spoiled sometimes). I hate how much preparation is required for these damn things, and it's only for girls. You guys all have it so easy with EVERYTHING. Having said that I don't want to be a boy. That would suck.
When we got home power was back (Serendipitous, no?) so I could go online and talk to all my favorite people. Well some of them anyways.
TUESDAY- Still no phones. I was supposed to go volunteering with Mussolini, but the center was closed for storm damage. So since we were already out what did we do instead? I don't think I need to tell you, it's what I'm always doing with my mom. Don't blame it solely on my inherent character flaws, every store in the universe seems to be having a "thank god we're still alive to take your money" sale. Oh and I was still on the the damn dress quest. There is no pleasing that woman. Having said that we finally got one, hallejujah. And I'm only feeling slightly guilty because Zach called to ask what color the dress was so he could go get the silly little flower thingy, so I told him (thinking me and Mussolini would always be a war) the color of the back-up one. And then half an hour later I got a different one and didnt call back. Oopsy. Oh well, doesn't matter to me, I think the little flower thingies are pretty pointless and serve no other purpose than sending the primordial to other males of "mine." And I don't particularly care what color it is anyways, color doesn't bother me. Things like size and what the flowers are might bother me. If you guys ever have to get flower thingies, ask the girl about this stuff, because wearing a palm tree? No, that's not high on my to-do list.
No more shopping for a while. I'm done with it. It's exhausting. So is staying up doing terms you forgot about that didnt turn out to be do. Which is how I spent the rest of the night. Oh joy.
And that brings us up to now.
