4-08-03

7-08-03

Bouncing to high altitudes.

Today felt like a Friday. I HATE that. It was slack-off day in all my classes. We had early morning band practice at 6:30 and practiced through 1st period, which wasn't a problem for me cause I have that class anyway. But unlike some other unfortunate souls, they had to ask their teachers first. Anyho. Today was everyone's lucky day. There just happened to be the stupid SBO assembly, so everyone (except seniors) got out of class at 8 til 9. I decided to not go. I wander off after a few minutes of debating, (well, actually, I was taking a shit) and decide to laugh at the pathetic bastards running for Student Body President and what-not. I walk in the auditorium, looking for Sarah and Skippy, and Ugly Greyhound Lady comes and yells at me for wandering in and out of the auditorium. I decide, fuck it, and leave.
I realise I forgot my bowtie for Festival, so after 1st period I find Andrew and ask in my little pathetic voice if he could take me to my house at lunch so I could grab it real quick. He proceeds to give me that un-intended evil look, and says sure. I go to 2nd period pissed cause leaving at lunch meant no lunch for me, but satisfied sexually nontheless. I walk into 2nd period, notice that Schanze is looking rather miserable and small today, and I realise it's a subsitute. I giggle to myself with glee. Ah today would be a great day, indeed.
Quote of the day: "You can't give her an orgasm if you're doing it wrong!" -Andrew Pulley *shudder*
Lunch was interesting, of course riding in a car controlled by Andrew is always interesting, sinse he's a freakin' MANIAC. I run into my house and grab the stupid ugly bowtie which really isn't a bowtie at all. I go outside to find Andrew on the ground looking under his car, wondering why wet stuff is dripping from it. Driving through a puddle of water'll do that, dumbass. I love proving to people that they're MORONS. Makes me feel warm and gooy inside. Anways. My lunch for the day turned out to be a pepsi and a piece of jerky that Andrew so generously gave to me.
Now for 3rd period. Ughh... I remember there's a test. I gave up on doing good a long time ago when I thought I did excellent on a test but ended up with a C on it. So I'm using the "5 to 6" minutes to review my study guide drawing deathbears giving the bird and saying "suck it, bitch" on my review sheet. I gasp as Dane tries to grab my review sheet from me cause he's a moron and didn't do his. I grab it with all my might. No one should ever see my psychopathetic deathbear cartoons. He has no idea how close he came to witnessing insanity. After the horrid test, Hadlock decides to be normal for a day and puts in a video which was about World War I, and really I was depressed enough so I tried using the time to text Kajokey, Steve the Stalker, and Dima. I am forced to watch the video when they stop texting me. God I hate it when people do that to me. They could at least tell me that they're not going to text me anymore so I'm not compulsively looking at my phone every 5 seconds for an hour.
On to 4th period, which usually is a slacker class anyway. But today, it was probably the most productive class. We corrected our tests, and I really hate it when someone else is correcting my test cause I always put something stupid for an answer, and they always raise their hand and ask the teacher if "blah blah blah" is right. Why the hell did I put that? Djeeze. I'm a moron. But I got 98 percent on the test, and that's the best I've done on any test this whole school year. The rest of the time we spent reading in our books and writing and all kinds of fun stuff.
That, my friends, is only the beginning of the day. See, there was supposed to be a makeup lab for Biology after school, but Richards is an indecisive bitch and changed it to Thursday morning. So I miss my opportunity for rides home from school. I'm trying to call Becca to see where the hell she was so she could take me home. I decide to be a hippie and sit under the trees out in front of the school. I call Katie. I swear she sounded exactly like Kajokey when she picked up, so I thought it was her. I was so confused. Sarah, Skippy, and a new one for me to torture, Vanessa ( I think that's her name...) are all planning on going to the mall. Like, wow! Now I'm no girly or anything, but I love the mall. Not that I like shopping or anything, cause I really hate it, unless it's for cd's or stuff from Hot Topic, but this particular mall just happened to not have Hot Topic. But embarrassing friends in public is good. So I order them to come pick me up so I can ruin their fun mall time. They eventually come, and we go, and it was good. And it was very good when I see huge letters painted on the wall in the mall saying "HOT TOPIC... COMING SOON!" I run to the wall and stroke it, almost having and orgasm right then and there. After years and years (well, more like a year) of waiting, it finally is coming! Now I don't have to drive my ass (mom driving my ass) all the way to South Towne mall to buy all my clothing and accessory goods. That, my friends, made my day.
I look at my watch, an hour til the bus leaves for Bingham. I tell Sarah, and she, of course, goes ape shit. I join her in the ape-shitting process, and finally get Katie to drive our asses back to the school. When we get there, we still have about 30 minutes to wait. So we change, and whislt we were changing in the stalls (seperate stalls), I says to Sarah I says, "I think I have to shit," and I didn't miss a beat, man. Bubbley squirtiness echos throughout the bathroom. Sarah wonders how the hell I pulled my pants down so fast. And I wondered that myself. I laugh at her, cause she's having pooping problems and it's not coming out. "Too corny," she says. She's a constapated bastard. HAHAHA. Anyways yeah. Becca shows up, and really, she needs a life of some kind where she doesn't have to go to something school-related for entertainment. The bus finally comes.
The bus ride. Oh, the bus ride. It was horrible at first, as I am so sick of buses sinse band tour, but when I got that crunchy notion... mmm... it was crunchy. See, there was this chick driving really close to the bus, tailgating it like no other. Everyone is commenting on what a dumbass she is (of course they don't use dumbass... the majority of them are Mormon.). I come up with a crunchy notion of everyone pressing their bare asscheeks against the great big window that is just above her car. I was seriously thinking about it, but decide to play it safe and just make faces at her through the window. So I plant myself on the back seat, staring at her, smiling, waving, making other ridiculous faces, when the bus starts to turn and we hit the curb and WHAM... I go flying up in the air... I'm up in the air to the left, and WHAM... I'm up in the air again to the right. I land on Dave, who is ducking for his dear life. I hear everyone gasping in unison, "woahhhh.". EVERYONE saw it. Well, the majority any way. Meanwhile, I go back to my seat, and I just can't stop laughing. Everyone else has gotten over it a little, but man I haven't. I'm laughing so hard that I'm crying. I can't breathe. Oh man I wish I could have watched that whole flying thing from everyone elses view. My view was pretty neat, but seeing a little leprechaun chick being bounced higher than she will ever go must have been priceless.

That's pretty much all the exciting stuff that happened today, if you would, indeed, call it exciting. I thought it was. The rest of the day turned out to be this: playing in front of judges and other band geeks, making asses of ourselves as we screw up the songs, going home, and me being pissy the rest of the day. The end.