I practiced my trumpet on my lunch break, which is awesome. I was surprised how fun that was. It's like my only outlet from all this crap save for blogging. I just let stuff out, and it feels really nice to play. Of course, it also causes a negative reaction, because whenever I remember that I'm missing 8th grade band, missing jazz band, missing Slauson, etc, I want to throw a rock or something. I just want to like chuck a rock at the wall. But I just glare out into the air and kick a rock or something extra hard.
I've been thinking, you know, about my blogcast. I'll try to do it this weekend. Even with the outrageous amount of homework I have. I think I'll like play a piece or something on my trumpet. That'd be cool.
Fat Friday. Sat Hiday. Frap Fidap. It's at this church (Crossroads Church) that's just a short walk from our house. Started at 6. We got there right around there. It's behind this parking lot and near a car wash. When we got there, there were some guys (looked a little younger than me) playing soccer (football). My mom just had to walk right through the game. Well, there wasn't really any where else to walk through, considering they were just playing in the middle of one parking lot. But it was ok. Went through glass doors and I heard this techno music in the background. Toilet paper strips hung from the balcony up ahead. There was a big room with a bunch of chairs directly in front and some kids inside.
Two ladies (around age 17 or something) welcomed us at this welcome desk thing. My mom filled out some forms. The ladies were Amy and someone else I forgot. British accents. Seemed pretty cool. Then we had a long conversation with the main guy's son, Dustin. He had this green shirt on that said "Go State" with a ram in the O. I found out he was from Illinois and was at the same school I'm going to for a few years. He seemed pretty cool. Short brown hair combed in a sort of mohawk. Not too tall.
The main guy was named Larry. He had a voice that I thought I recognized, then I recognized it sounded sort of like Alex Johnson's voice. Larry is an Illinois fan. So we had another longish conversation with him too. At the end he asked Zach if he could compliment him. Zach said yeah and Larry commented on Zach's wonderful side-burns. I rolled my eyes inwardly. As if I had eyes in my... stomach? I dunno. Anyway. Then my mom left. Then Larry introduced us to lots of kids. He mostly introduced Zach, and seemed to almost forget me. I dunno. I met his other son who was in my Spanish class. I thought I recognized him. And a bunch of other guys. Most of them more in the high school age.
Then I went outside. They were showing some Wallace and Grommit-like video (it was that one about like flushing the toilet) and some people were watching. Outside, thin shiny lines of water painted the view but the sun was out, so it looked sort of odd.
After waiting around for a short while, they called everyone inside. So I sat down in the big room with green chairs. Then they (as in Dustin and Larry) said we had to eat. Larry came up to me and Zach and asked us to serve food, so we did. He had made chili. 3 bowls of macaroni, 2 bowls of green beans and two bowls of the chili. Larry asked us twice if we really wanted to do the serving. He said we could say no. I was, well, sort of not wanting to do it, but decided to over rule his polite gestures with my politeness. Which means that I was doing it to be polite.
It wasn't that bad. I was scooping the green beans, Zach the pasta and these two guys with the chili. Not many people wanted the green beans so that was ok. The guys next to me serving chili had this one accent (English I think) that made them sound like Marry/Pippin. One of them had chili with beans, and the other chili without beans. So they had this like... friendly competition sort of about how many people would choose beans or no beans. Beans was pretty much the majority. It was pretty funny how they were "fighting".
Someone yelled at my name with enthusiasm from the food line and I saw Jess enthusiastically waving at me. I smiled back and waved. Cool. Jess was here.
Larry luckily saved from food out for me. I was pretty hungry. There wasn't really any places to sit but Dustin let me sit with him and these other younger guys. They separated the kids into "Low Fat" which was 10-14 and "High Fat" which was 14 and up. I was in Low Fat obviously.
Sitting with "Dustin and these other younger guys" proved to be quite interesting. Three of the boys were having some discussion about how if some guy named James said "James likes his names" it would be funny. Then they somehow got to the subject of the name "Edward" and I guess one of the guys was named Edward there, who said he was the most awesome person at the table. Then Dustin was like, "What's that, Edward?" in a joking yet still remaining serious way. So then eventually they got into a "fight". Dustin got up and grabbed Edward from the table (in a non-violent way) and they got all tied up together on the floor and all that. I was just sitting there, trying to eat my chili. The other kids had started a "Fight! Fight!" chant and Zach even came down from the "High Fat" area to check out what was happening. Then it ended and I had cleaned my plate.
We went back into the big room and Larry gave some speech about his fishes. I sat next to this one girl who was in my sciences physiques class who seemed nice and Jess and her friend Sarah were next to me. He said he had these 2 fishes when he was a kid with his brother, then they got to flush 'em down the toilet. Larry's brother got to do it first, and the fish swam in circles in the toilet bowl first. Then when it was Larry's turn to flush the other fish, the fish just swam down the hole. So Larry said the morale or whatever was like which fish you are when it comes to be guilty. For example, when you feel guilty, do you just swim and circles and sort of avoid the problem (1st fish) or take matters into your own hands (2nd fish). So then we split into two groups (boys and girls) to discusss that.
It was ok I guess. It had been a while since I was in one of those church groups or whatever. Since I was new I introduced myself and stuff. Then they started the discussion. I didn't really talk much. They talked about how we should "talk to God" and all that. Hmm. Well. If I get started on that whole Religion/God thing, this post will get even longer. So nevermind. It was somewhat interesting. Then we shared like funny/interesting toilet stories. Emma (or maybe it was Amy- one of the receptionist girl people) told us about these bathrooms in London that have a mirror on both sides, but the people outside can't see you. Interesting.
After returning to the main room (which they called the "Sanctuary"), we played some toilet paper games. The first one was where we put some toilet paper hanging out our trousers and we had to play tag where we grabbed the paper out of each other's trousers. It was boys vs. girls too. I got out within seconds when some girl got me out. I looked back and heard her mutter a "oh... sorry...." when she realized I was a girl. I sighed and sat down. Whatever.
Remember when I mentioned Jess was there? Yeah well that seemed all so great. But she mostly just hung out with Sarah and I felt neglected. Sarah's in my class. She's ok I guess. Luckily that other girl in my SP class (forgot her name) was nice to me. We played this other game where you run up and try to eat these floating brown marshmallow bear things in this bucket of water. Quite unappetizing. I didn't go. It was... weird sort of.
Another game we played was with this sheet of like... cloth put on a low table with nutella smeared over it and Mars bar chunks spread over it. The object was to put as much Mars bar pieces in your mouth without chewing onto this plate. I actually went. Dustin explained the game and looked at me speculatively when it was someone's turn. At first I didn't really want to go but then I decided to go for the tie-breaker game. And some other guy also went on my team. We won. It was... somewhat fun. Tasted like chocolate. I only got 2 pieces in my mouth. Chocolate all over my face.
Then this other toilet paper game where we tried to get as much toilet paper onto the other guy's side. It was...eh. Again Jess "avoided me". I felt ditched. That sucked. I mean, what the f? Was I not important enough compared to those other kids?
I went home at 9 after helping to bury these two guys in toilet paper. It was yet another game. I sort of had fun. Zach had left already. I shook Larry's hand and he asked what I was going to do over the weekend. "Watch the game, I guess," and he said he'd check the score on the Internet and if Illinois won, he wouldn't let me forget it. I said bye and thanks and yeah.
Jess, Sarah and a few other kids were hanging out outside. Jess hardly noticed when I left. She said bye sort of though. It was dark outside. Somewhat cold. But calm. After walking a few feet, Sarah said my name, and I turned around. Then she put her hand over her mouth and said, "Wait, that's your name, right?" I said yeah, completely... irked. "Wait, where are you going?" she seemed surprised. "I'm walking home. I live really close," She said oh ok and I turned back around.
Juno was mad, he thought he'd been had so he shot at the sun with a gun
shot at the sun with a gun
shot at this wily one only friend...
I sang songs as I walked in the dark. It was cool and helped me not feel as... "scared". I wasn't really scared, but it helped me not feel so alone. I was irked. That was weird. But hey, it's Friday. It was quite dark too. When I got home we watched Dan in Real Life. I remembered The Ann Arbor News didn't really like it. I mean, it was... somewhat ok, funny, but was lacking something. Steve Carrell was awesome. It actually made me rather sad. The family seemed really awesome. Like, very... very family-like. Very family-like.
I'll go to Fat Friday again, sure. I'm tired. Got tests next week. Lots of stress. Haven't talked to my friends in a while really. Game on tomorrow. Sigh...... I need.... something else. Blogcast. That'll be fun. Go Blue!
Two ladies (around age 17 or something) welcomed us at this welcome desk thing. My mom filled out some forms. The ladies were Amy and someone else I forgot. British accents. Seemed pretty cool. Then we had a long conversation with the main guy's son, Dustin. He had this green shirt on that said "Go State" with a ram in the O. I found out he was from Illinois and was at the same school I'm going to for a few years. He seemed pretty cool. Short brown hair combed in a sort of mohawk. Not too tall.
The main guy was named Larry. He had a voice that I thought I recognized, then I recognized it sounded sort of like Alex Johnson's voice. Larry is an Illinois fan. So we had another longish conversation with him too. At the end he asked Zach if he could compliment him. Zach said yeah and Larry commented on Zach's wonderful side-burns. I rolled my eyes inwardly. As if I had eyes in my... stomach? I dunno. Anyway. Then my mom left. Then Larry introduced us to lots of kids. He mostly introduced Zach, and seemed to almost forget me. I dunno. I met his other son who was in my Spanish class. I thought I recognized him. And a bunch of other guys. Most of them more in the high school age.
Then I went outside. They were showing some Wallace and Grommit-like video (it was that one about like flushing the toilet) and some people were watching. Outside, thin shiny lines of water painted the view but the sun was out, so it looked sort of odd.
After waiting around for a short while, they called everyone inside. So I sat down in the big room with green chairs. Then they (as in Dustin and Larry) said we had to eat. Larry came up to me and Zach and asked us to serve food, so we did. He had made chili. 3 bowls of macaroni, 2 bowls of green beans and two bowls of the chili. Larry asked us twice if we really wanted to do the serving. He said we could say no. I was, well, sort of not wanting to do it, but decided to over rule his polite gestures with my politeness. Which means that I was doing it to be polite.
It wasn't that bad. I was scooping the green beans, Zach the pasta and these two guys with the chili. Not many people wanted the green beans so that was ok. The guys next to me serving chili had this one accent (English I think) that made them sound like Marry/Pippin. One of them had chili with beans, and the other chili without beans. So they had this like... friendly competition sort of about how many people would choose beans or no beans. Beans was pretty much the majority. It was pretty funny how they were "fighting".
Someone yelled at my name with enthusiasm from the food line and I saw Jess enthusiastically waving at me. I smiled back and waved. Cool. Jess was here.
Larry luckily saved from food out for me. I was pretty hungry. There wasn't really any places to sit but Dustin let me sit with him and these other younger guys. They separated the kids into "Low Fat" which was 10-14 and "High Fat" which was 14 and up. I was in Low Fat obviously.
Sitting with "Dustin and these other younger guys" proved to be quite interesting. Three of the boys were having some discussion about how if some guy named James said "James likes his names" it would be funny. Then they somehow got to the subject of the name "Edward" and I guess one of the guys was named Edward there, who said he was the most awesome person at the table. Then Dustin was like, "What's that, Edward?" in a joking yet still remaining serious way. So then eventually they got into a "fight". Dustin got up and grabbed Edward from the table (in a non-violent way) and they got all tied up together on the floor and all that. I was just sitting there, trying to eat my chili. The other kids had started a "Fight! Fight!" chant and Zach even came down from the "High Fat" area to check out what was happening. Then it ended and I had cleaned my plate.
We went back into the big room and Larry gave some speech about his fishes. I sat next to this one girl who was in my sciences physiques class who seemed nice and Jess and her friend Sarah were next to me. He said he had these 2 fishes when he was a kid with his brother, then they got to flush 'em down the toilet. Larry's brother got to do it first, and the fish swam in circles in the toilet bowl first. Then when it was Larry's turn to flush the other fish, the fish just swam down the hole. So Larry said the morale or whatever was like which fish you are when it comes to be guilty. For example, when you feel guilty, do you just swim and circles and sort of avoid the problem (1st fish) or take matters into your own hands (2nd fish). So then we split into two groups (boys and girls) to discusss that.
It was ok I guess. It had been a while since I was in one of those church groups or whatever. Since I was new I introduced myself and stuff. Then they started the discussion. I didn't really talk much. They talked about how we should "talk to God" and all that. Hmm. Well. If I get started on that whole Religion/God thing, this post will get even longer. So nevermind. It was somewhat interesting. Then we shared like funny/interesting toilet stories. Emma (or maybe it was Amy- one of the receptionist girl people) told us about these bathrooms in London that have a mirror on both sides, but the people outside can't see you. Interesting.
After returning to the main room (which they called the "Sanctuary"), we played some toilet paper games. The first one was where we put some toilet paper hanging out our trousers and we had to play tag where we grabbed the paper out of each other's trousers. It was boys vs. girls too. I got out within seconds when some girl got me out. I looked back and heard her mutter a "oh... sorry...." when she realized I was a girl. I sighed and sat down. Whatever.
Remember when I mentioned Jess was there? Yeah well that seemed all so great. But she mostly just hung out with Sarah and I felt neglected. Sarah's in my class. She's ok I guess. Luckily that other girl in my SP class (forgot her name) was nice to me. We played this other game where you run up and try to eat these floating brown marshmallow bear things in this bucket of water. Quite unappetizing. I didn't go. It was... weird sort of.
Another game we played was with this sheet of like... cloth put on a low table with nutella smeared over it and Mars bar chunks spread over it. The object was to put as much Mars bar pieces in your mouth without chewing onto this plate. I actually went. Dustin explained the game and looked at me speculatively when it was someone's turn. At first I didn't really want to go but then I decided to go for the tie-breaker game. And some other guy also went on my team. We won. It was... somewhat fun. Tasted like chocolate. I only got 2 pieces in my mouth. Chocolate all over my face.
Then this other toilet paper game where we tried to get as much toilet paper onto the other guy's side. It was...eh. Again Jess "avoided me". I felt ditched. That sucked. I mean, what the f? Was I not important enough compared to those other kids?
I went home at 9 after helping to bury these two guys in toilet paper. It was yet another game. I sort of had fun. Zach had left already. I shook Larry's hand and he asked what I was going to do over the weekend. "Watch the game, I guess," and he said he'd check the score on the Internet and if Illinois won, he wouldn't let me forget it. I said bye and thanks and yeah.
Jess, Sarah and a few other kids were hanging out outside. Jess hardly noticed when I left. She said bye sort of though. It was dark outside. Somewhat cold. But calm. After walking a few feet, Sarah said my name, and I turned around. Then she put her hand over her mouth and said, "Wait, that's your name, right?" I said yeah, completely... irked. "Wait, where are you going?" she seemed surprised. "I'm walking home. I live really close," She said oh ok and I turned back around.
Juno was mad, he thought he'd been had so he shot at the sun with a gun
shot at the sun with a gun
shot at this wily one only friend...
I sang songs as I walked in the dark. It was cool and helped me not feel as... "scared". I wasn't really scared, but it helped me not feel so alone. I was irked. That was weird. But hey, it's Friday. It was quite dark too. When I got home we watched Dan in Real Life. I remembered The Ann Arbor News didn't really like it. I mean, it was... somewhat ok, funny, but was lacking something. Steve Carrell was awesome. It actually made me rather sad. The family seemed really awesome. Like, very... very family-like. Very family-like.
I'll go to Fat Friday again, sure. I'm tired. Got tests next week. Lots of stress. Haven't talked to my friends in a while really. Game on tomorrow. Sigh...... I need.... something else. Blogcast. That'll be fun. Go Blue!
2 comments:
I liked Dan in Real Life but it was lacking something. Well , I don't know. That Fat Friday place sounds sort of fun. I don't know, I would probably be overwhelmed. Well good luck with all your tests and school and such!
the nutella and mars bar thing does sound pretty chocolately.
branden's birthday today.
marshmallows....fun (blech)
didya hear the one about the squirell and the tin cans?
email me the answer. and could you repeat what you want for your birthday?
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