I counted, or at least had God's Great and Big and Grand and Exciting Interwebs That All Under-18s Should Be Banned From Even If That Means Me count for me. 57 days left until school. That's good. Less is more. Because I want to go back. The faster I get back the less time she has to forget who the hell I am (if she ever even knew which SHE DID), and the more time I have to do some stuff.
However, it also means I have to get going on some summer reading. Good Lord.
I just wanna listen to my 80s music. And I am. Sunday night is awesome. One of the radio stations plays all 80s music from 10 to midnight on Sunday. So I listen. In the summer at least, not when there's school. And when I have Monday off. Which makes Memorial Day weekend so cool, Monaco, then Indy, then life, then 80s music on the friggin radio. Radio's cool. Don't own an iPod, and don't intend on it, though you can get Internet radio on an iPod Touch which is cool-ish.
But here's the thing: the program started at 10:02. So what 2 minutes got cut out? See, there's a program where these fat people with beards and stuff (I don't know for a fact, I can't see the people on the radio, but you could tell they were fat and had really long beards and a general disregard for personal hygiene like most people with beards have, sorry if you have a beard, if it doesn't have chunks of 5 year old tuna fish in its okay to have a beard, I think, this kid in my chem class the past school year had this awful beard he never cut and it had dandruff and meatballs and a small dog in it, I think, maybe. It looked like pubic hair by the way if you wanted a visual. He also wore really short sweaters with pants three sizes too small and no underwear and he happened to sit juuuust where he needed to be so every time we watched a video, which we did a lot because my teacher showed us the same video on fireworks twice once because we convinced her the tape didn't work when we had a substitute so we didn't watch it, though really we had, and then she realized she wanted to show us a different video on fireworks, so we wasted three days, anyway, every time we did that I had to look at the ceiling or else I'd see things no man wants to see except for George). Anyway I have no idea where I was. The people, yeah. Their radio show was supposed to end at 10, not 10:02. But instead she decided to read a little poem for 2 minutes. This was it. Not really but it's pretty close considering I didn't listen fully and it was by memory.
Fat old hippie lady with a beard and things said:
Seriously, how does that meannastyword get on radio? It's corrupting the minds of people who tuned in at 10 to hear 80s pop music. It's stupid. I hate people who challenge the system because the system friggin works well enough for me and stuff, and I think that's why I hate teenagers, and stuff.
But I'm not a hater. Sort of. Sometimes.
The superhappyfun festival of superhappyfun and bratwurst was this week. I didn't attend cuz I have no friends and suck at life.
Not really but not attending does put me closer to a loser than normal since I used to go every single day with people who don't have penises.
And one time with some Portuguese kid and I introduced him to the love of his life there though that didn't really work out to well for him.
Man, they picked some rough songs tonight.
They actually played one of those songs at sophomore banquet that's how lame it is. Good times, I think. There was this one kid who didn't go cuz he's a loser who probably listens to the 9-10:02 show...
So for the exciting conclusion of the conversation...
And I accomplished my goal of making him never talk to me again which is good cuz he thinks I'm dumb because I listen to happy people music instead of sad, angry, unappreciative, annoying, obnoxious, piece of Sh#t "waaaaaah no one understands me" people music.
But as a peer leader I accept him because we need to accept everyone. But it's kind of awesome to have power because I can convince all the open-minded incoming students to live life MY way so I can have this totally cool Christian happy people left side of the right wing super-abstinence agenda and they'll eat it up and then I'll be in the majority and have saved the world from itself and stuff.
But I do hope I get my neighbors in my group of kids I can spread propaganda to. See, they like to go down our street, it's a hill, biiiiig hill, riding on a swivel chair and some housewife or me or Godzilla is gonna hit them and have to live with the fact they ended a promising young person of America's life.
So I hope I have them so I can just, totally nonchalantly be like...
Eric, and that should say will say, not said said:
Marvel at my quote-within-a-quoting abilities. You couldn't do it.
Anyway, I do like Europe actually, I just don't have anyone else to make fun of and stuff, and I try to distribute it evenly between them and Southern Americans. Some day I will visit Europe and stuff, especially Sweden, Sweden's cooooooool, sort of. And I guess maybe EuroBritain maybe. It's tough to say and all because I don't like tea and I'm not sure I really know how to navigate those crazy cow paths all the castles are on.
But I hear they have good driving roads in the part of it where it's all empty and stuff. Which is great for me and any of the three unoffensive Japanese motor vehicular appliances in my family's garage.
Anyway, if you manage to read all this, by the time you get done it'll be like, 10 days til I go back to school, and then you'll see less of me, maybe. It depends how boring computer science is (it's a toss up between extremely and utterly profoundly passionately disgracefully dull, probsies the latter), maybsies if no one's looking I'll secretly post here during school.
JAY KAY I'd never do that so don't worry.
Okay so I'm really not saying anything of anything or anything like that so have yourself a really fun July 6, or 6 July, or 6th July if you're a contrary EuroBrit who needs the th to know if you should say "sixth" or "sixst" or "sixond" or whatever. Silly billies, and they think we're dumb. Well I guess if we use phrases like silly billies maybe we ARE a tad daft.