Ramblings And Things 6/29
So I couldn't sleep so I got out of bed and unplugged it from the charger. However, I had to turn my phone off, and my phone is an old people phone, because apparently only old people have flip phones these days, but I don't mind, I like my phone, it does what it has to do and I find those QWERTY keyboard phones rather stupid because I purchased a cellular mobile telecommunicational device to make phone calls and if I wanted to text I would've purchased a cellular mobile word processing device, which would imply one of two things: Microsoft Word, which is rubbish, or Microsoft Word for Mac, which is worse.
ANYWAY, so I had to flip my phone open, and it was dark, because it was 1 AM or so, so when I flipped my phone open there was this massive glow from the screen.
Now, this glow was so bright that the sketchy man in my backyard with a gun easily could have seen it and therefore seen me and shot me, and since the windows were open, it would've easily gone through the screen and killed me.
HOWEVER, there was no sketchy man in my backyard with a gun, and if there was, he didn't shoot me, so nothing happened and I went back to sleep.
The end. How's that for a plot twist?
So the big good old fashioned all-American supercool International Redneck Convention took place 90 minutes from my house. I did not attend. My friend did. And I thought that was cool. He's "special needs" and got to attend as a guest of one of the drivers. Nice gesture. Rednecks are crazy and weird but they have big hearts to make up for the not-so-big brains.
I might go karting again this summer, we'll see. You know what that means? More stories. I did forget to mention in my last one that I did have the power to ruin J.R.'s career. He dropped his license once on the floor and I could've just thrown it out...but I was a pussy and just said "hey, here's your license, you lost it." And he didn't thank me. I swear, if I ever see that kid again...
...I won't do anything because there's nothing I could do. I Googled his name and it turns out he...isn't racing. Which is too bad. I wanted to sell my timing and scoring printouts for $3,000,000 when he made it to whatever series.
I got my report card. My GPA is a 3.87 for this year. Which isn't too bad all things considered. I expected more. Oh well.
I guess I look like a total bitch complaining about getting a 3.87 GPA instead of a 4.00, but that's how I am. If you don't set high standards, you aren't going to meet high standards.
Just three more days until the world (or at least a good number of students from my school) comes back from Spain. I'll be happy. Just in time for Fourth of July. So we can all go to the town common and do things until North Korea nukes us later in the afternoon.
I'm pretty tired of talking about the future. Every day it's "you should start looking at universities" and "what are you going to major in" and "what do you want to do after uni" and all sorts of things like that. Yeah, it's getting to be time to start thinking about it, but I honestly don't have the slightest clue what I want to do.
Maybe I'll marry a rich and successful woman and do nothing.
JUST KIDDING. Rich and successful women are unattractive and competitive. No thanks.
I had wanted to be a motorsports commentator and/or journalist. Two people in the journalism industry had told me "I would make it easily" and one even offered me a job (for whatever reason it never happened, he was starting his own site but couldn't get it off the ground, so yeah). I changed my mind, recently, though. I'm just not sure I want a job that has anything to do with motorsport.
But then again, sometimes I do think I still want to do it.
I don't know. I don't have to know. It's summer.
And other than having to read the Iliad, the Odyssey, and some book about kids in Pakistan, that's a (fairly) good thing.