Funny story: I went to a party for the first time. Okay, that sounds pathetic so I’ll elaborate. I went to a party where the main priority was to drink alcohol and hang with friends (I’ve been told by Holmes that I’m not allowed to call it a drinking party…because it’s just a party…or something. “I’M HOMESCHOOLED” screams my forehead). I’m all for the latter idea, but I’m not a drinker. I don’t really like the taste of alcohol in general and I sorta want to save the drinking until I’m 21 and can drink with my close friends (in danger of sounding like a sap and a prude. A sapprude…sarude? prussap? Hmm…) I must say, being the only sober person in a room full of drunks can get particularly boring.
Anyway, I texted my best friend, Holmes, the next day and said:
“lol You’ll be surprised at where I was last night.”
And she responds:
“It’s either a gay bar, or church. Lol”
I don’t really have a valid argument for either of those suggestions, but they were hilarious guesses.
I really love my friends. And sister. The day I was moving into my room, I found this little purple slip of paper that was folded up so much it was only the size of the tip of my finger. I thought it was trash and just put it aside. I saw it a few seconds later, and in the haze of my stressed-out mind, forgot I had already picked it up and unfolded it. Written on it was something along the lines of “Holmes <3’s Watson.” These are codes names used between my best friend and I, and so I asked her why it was in my suitcase. She smiled and replied:
“Oh yeah, have fun finding all of those, haha!”
I think I have finally managed to find them all, and I have 18 in total, from both Holmes and my Sister (The Troll :D). They were all over my room, in my “Brain Food” cookie jar, in my dresser, on my bed, in my shoe, backpack, desk drawer, and many other places. It’s been seriously awesome finding them all (though I think my Mum said there’s one that got taken home by accident.)
I love my friends and family. I smile every time one pops up out of nowhere, and they made adjusting to this new environment much easier and happier. Thanks y’all :)
I made a shocking discovery. Not only do I know one person at this school (unfortunately one that I do not really wish to meet up with), but I know two people here. I had no idea he was here, but he was an old co-worker of mine about 3 years ago. This is his first year here as well, so that was even more surprising. We did the whole “I-think-I-know-you-but-it-took-two-glances-and-now-I’ll-just-awkwardly-point-at-you-with-a-face-of-surprise-while-staring-at-your-own-expression-of-WTF?”
Our relationship in the past was this, and only this: I would complain about the weather being too hot or too cold (I was very picky about temperature…that hasn’t changed much), and he would roll his eyes and make a sarcastic response. Truly a meaningful relationship. I got to talk with him a bit more and it appears we managed to grow up and mature a bit, so I think we’ll be better friends, or at least better acquaintances. I look forward to finding out who he’s become over the past few years.
These last two things actually happened last week, but I forgot about them until now, so we’ll just kinda shove them onto the bottom of this post.
I don’t even remember how we got on the subject, but my Dad and I where texting about the Bible. Our messages mutated into rap music and the two subject combined when I wrote:
“I’m going to make a rap version of the Bible, so that it can reach those that don’t understand it, or don’t have access to it.”
He replies with the awesomeness that only a Nerdfighter can possess:
“Yo yo yo the big G like on da hood so much that he dissed on his only homeboy so dat all da gangstahs dat believe should not be iced but party for evah.”
…Love you dad. Really. Let us all share the love of DJ Big G and his homie JC.
I remembered what was so funny that I forgot last week. I had meant to write about the things I forgot in my stressed-out haze of a move-in day:
-All of my jewelry. All of it, except for the earrings I was wearing. I’m not seriously attached to wearing my jewelry all the time, it was just surprising that I forgot it.
-My newly bought rope. I bought it for college. And left it at home.
-My pillow. I’m not kidding. I forgot my pillow. I actually have about 3 pillows, and they were all left at home. I was doing fine with just shoving some of my huge duvet under my head, because again, I’m not picky (backpacking for a week will do that to you), but then I ended up just buying another at the Wally-world (Walmart) near my school.
The ways that I fail amuse me greatly for they are wins in disguise.
I found a picture of the dreaded stairs that I took…
I’m gonna look awesome by the time I’m done here.