19:17 - 2004-08-24
Wyoming and the Wedding
You will all be excited to know that I have worn the same pair of socks for three days now.
If for some reason, that strikes you as unpleasant, don't worry, I'm not wearing them right now. I am, however, thinking of making a shirt that says that on it, or something similar, but maybe just a bit grosser. I don't know if anyone would wear a shirt with dirty underwear proclamations on it, though...
Hold on, better go secure this calculator...I've nearly lost it twice today.
There's probably quite a bit to catch you guys up on. I had another entry in the works, but as far as I know, it was entirely deleted when the computer just suddenly and beligerantly decided to shut itself off. I didn't feel like hightening my frustration by trying to cooperate with the machine any more that day, so that entry is going to have to be fated with being eternally trapped in Limbo.
Among other not-so-prominant events:
-We went to Wyoming
-My camera is currently broken
-My father is getting married
-School has started
-And today I ate a taco.
I did. It was a yummy taco, and now I am really full. Brandon, from school, only comes to morning rendezvous every once in a while, so I suppose to make up for absense (or, according to Mr Patton, in order to assure us that he is still our friend), he brings us thoughtful things whenever he happens to drop by. Today's thoughtful thing was an envelope that said "DON'T DO IT! NO PEEKING! Allow an El Chico manager to open this envelope, get a free surprise! Only valid if opened by El Chico resturaunt manager by September 15, 04." Despite its alarming connotation, I think it would've been clever if they'd mentioned something threatening about anthrax. In fact, that's most of the mentality that kept me out of it ^_^ But anyway, we didn't get a lot for free, our meal was five bucks cheaper, and that was nice, and I ate a really big taco.
School this year isn't half the hell it certainly seemed like last year. Getting older and knowing the way to where I'm going helps a lot, plus I don't feel like I've been piled in with the dunce-gallery. I made sure that wouldn't happen again. Since I didn't take an Honors Math class in 8th grade, I wasn't allowed to take them in 9th. But this year, I got as many Honors, Ap, and Pre-AP venues as I could, along with a couple of stimulating electives (such as Psychology and Yoga). And my AP World History teacher, whose class I am already failing miserably (and OH! do I mean MISERABLY *cries*) is balanced out by my Biology class with Mr Patton, who says intriguing things like, "I'm gonna rip your spleen out, boy!" Mr Patton is truly one of a kind, and somehow, I think I'm glad of that. Despite the aggressive and perhaps frightening nature of that quote, he's actually very laid-back. Just very cynical. Mr Patton at least seems to try to understand the basics of adolescence, and therefore, doesn't go out of his way to give us a hard time...Not like the average administrator, anyway. Er....maybe he sort of does sometimes....
.....Nevermind. Essentially, we don't hate Mr Patton. Now, if you're looking for someone to hate, Mr Woods is probably a good candidate. I try not to fuss and blame when circumstances become unexplanable foul, but I can't help but think that this teacher is trying to make things as confusing and difficult as possible. I mean...it's World History. Granted it's an AP course, but come on.
Hey, you'd be a bit cranky too if you were making 25s and 60s, regardless of your sincerest endeavors.
That should clear up though. I feel a lot of confidence about the studying I've done tonight, however false it may prove to be.
And now I can do other, more important things. Such as digest food.
Now for my call to action: All of you, every single one of you, needs to get up right now, go out and buy an MP3 player. You can get the kind that play CDRs for 20 bucks, I'm told, and they are the solution to all of mankind's problems! War, strife, obnoxious flatulence, everything! I think they're cool, anyway. I would go buy one now myself, except for the fact that: I already have one. Not that it's mine, but hey! It's still really neat. You can fit more than hundred songs, usually, on one data CD. Then you can play the whole thing just about anywhere electronic equipment is tolerated! Instead of headphones, I've got this one hooked up to a small set of speakers, so that I can drag my irritating noise with me virtually anywhere simply by tucking each speaker into an armpit like some kind of advanced-yet-ungainly marsupial. It really is nifty, though, in spite of my comical ungainliness. And no, I don't walk around like that very often, possible though it is that I might. I tend to use the player at night in my room, as I'm sitting and reading, and to listen to while I'm in the shower. Not that its all that relevant, but you'll find that singing in the shower can be almost dignified if you're actually singing along with something.
And since my camera's out of commission, the MP3 player is essential to keep me from running out of ways to amuse myself. Heaven help us if that should happen.
The camera is kaput right now because its charger cable has become disconnected from the adaptor. So I can't charge the battery, so the camera doesn't work. My dad is supposed to be hard at work right now soldering the thing back together, but I think he is, instead, out fixing someone's car.
Luckily though, we got at least some footage of our trip to Wyoming. It would've been a shame to have come back empty-handed, considering how lovely the scenery is in that area. The ground actually goes up, reaching into the heavens, poking at the feet of God--mountains: something not often found in Texas. It was really beautiful. And I got to dip my feet in an glacial stream: the kind you see on Spring Water bottles that are clear and clean-looking. In fact, I drank a little out of one. I nearly fell and twisted an ankle though, as enchanting as the experience may have been. Wyoming also has some of the nicest, quaintest, smallest towns I've ever seen. Up in the mountains, where everybody knows everybody and people flash genuine smiles to one another. My father said that out there in the wilderness, they could probably get away with all sorts of secret stuff, if they wanted to. I guess he was talking about the Man-Bee.
I enjoyed the trip, but a certain, unexpendable factor was all-too-obviously missing and I couldn't help feeling quite homesick. I tried to enjoy the excursion to the fullest, nonetheless, and I'm sure my family would not describe me as mystified or awestruck, but probably as "annoying", "incoherent", and possibly also "entertaining".
Dad wanted to take one last trip with the three of us all together before he got married to Cheryl, whom I'm sure I've mentioned. I've probably maligned her severely in whatever mention of her has been most recent; to truth she really is very sensative and friendly. I can tell she really cares about my dad, and so I'm happy for them. I'm not relaly afraid of the changes that will and have already begun to ensue, seeing as how I'm sure none of them will be to terrible, and because I'm getting a bit bored with things anyway. A little change is stimulatingly different, and that, to me, is good. Likewise, the chance to go to a wedding is kind of exciting to me--something different to look forward to. I think the last wedding I went to was when I was seven, and I think I was a more of a pest than I was a valued member of celebration. The wedding is going to be relatively soon, too, since our neighbor down the street, who manages a hotel, offered to make arrangements for us. So things were going smoothly, and then the hotel burned. This brought a somewhat ominous air to the wedding, but things should be cleaned up in time for the ceremony, which, luckily was going to be held in another building. One that didn't catch on fire.
I keep having to kill this ant that's crawling on my keyboard! And then it falls between the keys, blasted thing! That's the third time I've missed it!
Anyway, the wedding is supposed to be next weekend, and the Unity Candle just came today. My dad seems pretty excited about everything. In response to the candle, he said, "The last Unity Candle didn't work all that well, so we're hoping that this one's more effective."
Things have also be understandably more busy because of such a big event. All of our furnature has to be rearranged or sold in order to make room for Cheryl's furnature, or at least what of it she couldn't or didn't want to sell, and my secretarial skills have been tested once and again by the plethora of incoming RSVP calls from distant relatives on both sides. Some of the calls come from my dad's old friends, some of whom I am familiar with and share , short, pleasently superficial conversations with, but some come from Cheryl's friends and family, who all seem surprisingly and wonderfully eager to meet us and accept us into their hearts. How often do you end your first conversation with someone by hearing them say "love you, dear"? That was Aunt Norma. I was almost speechless from strangeness and touching sweetness of it. To feel so cherished by a complete stranger...It was like I had a doting grandmother I'd never met. I can't wait to meet all these people. I only hope they're all as warm and kindly as Aunt Norma seems to be. And I regret that this retelling of it probably doesn't begin to reveal the sincerity of situaion. I also hate to think that I'm spoiling this sentamental moment by using it to kill all these ants with my fingernail.
Stupid ants.
I was killing some outside the other day, in the heat, while I was bored, but that's no excuse for them to come after me in my home.
My time writing is over now. I've spent three hours here on my butt, recounting the past few weeks.
I now have bigger ants to smash.
Bye all.
