So I bought a doily today. Blogger, you don't even know how much I love doilies. I freak. out. every.time. Every time I even SEE one I'm like omg I need it. I have like a billion, one of them is huuuuge and I keep it on my chair. I even save the little paper ones they give you at restaurants. I don't even know, I just needed to mention it here that I have another one because it was only a dollar at the store. I'm gonna put all my Lynnes on it.
I would also like to let you guys know about the Julian protein.
So like we went out to the bookstore and the craft store (hence the doily) to search for shit that I wanted to buy when I was broke, but couldn't. I didn't find my book. Anyway, we went to Whole Foods, which is a fucking terrifying place for someone like me. The concept of organic shit and vegan shit is just one of the most awful things I can think of. This is coming from the person who eats nothing but Beefy Crunch Burritos, Spam, and $1 bags of pasta from Wal-Mart, so you see why it's so scary to me. It's like everything in that store was made specifically to like disgust me. But my mom loves it, and we needed protein.
Anyway um. Last week at work I got to do the photoshoot for the success story for LVAC magazine. The girl who we were shooting was much shorter than I am, and she brought in her old pants from before she lost weight so that we could compare. I'll definitely post the pictures where when the magazine comes out, but wow. Like two of her could fit into her old pants. It was amazing. I don't think I've ever seen a change that dramatic in real life before, it's all been those phony weight loss ads that you see late at night. But she is a living example that it can be done. It was really cool~! :3
Then the other day, after walking to McDonalds to eat with Mari and Hunter, I sorta lost my debit card. I flipped my shit because I haven't used it in ages, so I thought that maybe I lost it a long while ago and someone had already turned it in or stolen all of my money, and that there was nothing I could do about it. But James found it for me, in the backseat of the car. I was so happy just to not have to worry about my money being stolen! I want to buy one of those little laptops to take to school, as if Bee isn't small enough already. Anyway, I have my card back, and I got my burger, so it's all good.
I don't think I mentioned on here that we went out for sushi with them a little while ago? Not sure! But, Mari came and got all of us at the house, and we went to Hunter's apartment, which I've never seen before. He has this fucking horrifying tiny animal thing with these big eyes that he says just climbed up on him in the parking lot one day. It's terrifying. We also got our 360 hard drive back, and I was able to play that awful Overture game with four Sins. It's become my personal hobby to play as black Ky on there, but the Sin thing was just beyond mega entertaining. Anyway, er, we went to this place called "Ta-Tas." I'm not even kidding you.
Now, I don't eat sushi, BECAUSE I AM AN AMERICAN, MOTHERFUCKERS (no actually it's just fucking nasty to me), but we got there like really late, and everyone ordered a shitload of these roll things and beef and stuff. It took four Americans to open one straw wrapper with chopsticks. I tried transferring ice from one cup to another and yeah. I am not really a true asian. I can't do chopsticks for shit. Mari almost stole their cup, and we got to see Jesse and James Garcia and David for the first time in forever. It was pretty cool.
Oh! And I talked to Rocky for the first time in forever! I didn't know that he takes classes at Cheyanne, and James just came up the stairs with him like it was no big deal. That guy cracks my shit up, he has super long hair now, was wearing a shirt with a huge bong on the front, and he had no shoes on. We sat there for hours while there was some sort of Black Panthers rally downstairs or some shit, talking about everything that is fundamentally wrong with the way EKA works, and how they've fucked many people out of having decent lives.
I don't usually like to blame others for my failures, because I know I can't really do shit aside from yo-yoing and cleaning the bathroom really well, but I do think my school is to blame for some of the things I have to go through now. Don't get me wrong, EKA is a treasured memory to me and will always have a place in my heart, it's where I met my family, where I met all my best friends and have the greatest most hilarious memories ever. But, I started there in 6th grade, the school's first year, and up until like 10th grade there was no concrete math program. 6-7 and 7-8 math were pretty much "sit around on the computer and play Horseland because you'll get an A no matter what" class. BoxerMath? Ha. Haha. I didn't really start math until PEMDAS with Price, but that's like my entire middle school math classes gone. I didn't learn anything. I know with places like EKA sometimes you have to take the law into your own hands and do shit for yourself, but I needed someone to teach me math. I couldn't just figure it out from the book. I'm that stupid. So, because of that 6-7 / 7-8 thing, BoxerMath, and the NEW advisory math class with like 100 kids in the storefront room doing random tests between talking about Naruto, I didn't learn shit. I am totally dreading taking those math placement tests at CSN (which I have to take, coincidentally, because EKA screwed me out of taking my SATs and ACTs) because I know I'll be in tard math for a long time. I have to catch up all the way from middle school. It'll be awful.
But yeah, we talked about all sorts of thing that the school has done to people, and their weird way of shutting the outside world away. And we talked about all of the people we know from EKA, and how they're doing. I don't really talk to a whole lot of them anymore, probably mostly because I don't have a facebook. But I don't want one, because I don't want to get involved with everyone's business like it was my own. But! It was good seeing him again.
Annnnd I don't think much else has happened. I'm giving a speech about yo-yos and how to do little tricks on Wednesday. I'm going to warn everyone about the loss of finger circulation and black eyes. I've been working on this AmeCan fanfic like it's nanowrimo or something (it's titled "shitbox" now because every working title it's had so far has been retarded and unfitting as I write along), and I drew my Jango in crayons because I can't find like anything to draw with around my desk. I'll post all my shitty crayon drawing on my other blog though, 'cause I don't want to pollute this one. :c
OH YEAH. AND I ALSO PLAYED NEW VEGAS AGAIN LAST NIGHT. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WHAT SEEMED LIKE 90 YEARS. I FLIPPED. MY. SHIT. I don't even know why it's so sentimental for me, it was ust a weird time in life last year when I was playing it without a goal, just sorta working for my dad, not taking classes, and sitting around at home. Doing nothing. So I have no idea why I get so emotional playing it, it's not like I was going through an existential crisis last year or anything. I think it's just because I'm so attached to Yulia, and I never got closure with her. I begin this game as Yulia 2.0 and I will go through it and end it right. With my vodka addiction and robot husbando already in tow. (You have no idea how hard I cried last night when I got Ed-E back. It wasn't even funny. I am so retarded like holy shit.)
OKAY I'M DONE. :|
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