Story of My Life

5/25/12- Popcorn Fest, Finals, and Cheyenne

FUCK. FINALS.

My little cold turned into a sinus infection/ head cold, and I had finals both Wednesday and yesterday. No school today or Monday because of Memorial Day. I got up at like 11, and turned on the TV to see that MTV had a whole hour of Linkin Park music videos. I was so happy. It started with One Step Closer and ended with BURN IT DOWN. OH MY GOD I SAW THE BURN IT DOWN VIDEO YESTERDAY AND I HEARD LIES GREED MISERY AND I ALMOST DIED FROM THE AWESOME.

So, yeah. On Wednesday, I had a math and a Spanish final. It took me two hours to do the 50 multiple choice questions, and I still didn't get finished. Mr. Polites (he is so awesome) is letting me finish my open-ended questions on Tuesday. But, I don't know how to do them, so I'm screwed. Then in Spanish, there was a written portion worth 25 points. You had to say your name, ask how whoever you were talking to was, say your age, describe yourself and someone in your family, say where you went to school, say your favorite and least favorite classes, what you ate for lunch, and what was your family like. I think I got that. I won't write it, because half of you wouldn't care, and probably don't speak Spanish. Then there was a 160 multiple choice test. I understood most of it, which probably means that I failed.

Yesterday, I had a final in science and english. The science one was pretty easy, beside the fact that WE HAD TO WRITE A LIGITIMATE FIVE PARAGRAPH ESSAY ON ROCKS. You heard me right. ROCKS. R-O-C-K-S. I was such a smart ass about it that I most likely failed.  My conclusion paragraph consisted of something along the lines of "So you see, rocks are important. Without rocks, we'd just be floating in space. And space would be really boring, because without rocks, there wouldn't really be other planets. Or moons. Or asteroids. Or anything, really. So therefore, rocks are important." And that's really what I put in the end. I'm not even kidding.

And in English, I wrote both essays and did the 80 questions within a half hour, only missing three questions in grammar, because I forgot what an adverb was. But we didn't go over that, and I think the last time we talked about adverbs, or grammar in general, was like 5th grade. So I think I passed about 90% of 9th grade, which is good, I guess.

So Heidi was complaining to me about her 86 year old grandmother, whom she has to visit this weekend up in Connecticut. Apparently, it's always hot in her house, she has nine channels on her TV, no Internet access, and doesn't stop talking. Heidi is in for a fun weekend. I texted her this afternoon

Over the river and through the woods yet?

Apparently she leaves tomorrow. So I went to the Popcorn Fest around 5:30 with Billy, and met Marissa there. We talked and looked at this ball python that someone brought, along with a tortoise. We were there for like a half hour before Billy wasted all his money away and demanded to be taken home. And I wasn't going to let my little brother walk home alone, but I wasn't going to just leave my friend standing in Kunkle Field for a half hour while I took my little brother who wasted $22 on games in a half hour home. So she walked home with us, eating a snow cone. When we got home, I decided to go inside and get Rexx to show her. So I did, and he loved her. She had snow cone all over her hands, and he enjoyed licking it off her hands. She went on and on about how adorable he was and stuff. Then when I took him back to put him inside, the little bastard peed on me! So I changed into my 2009 Ephrata Relays shirt (swim meet from hell) and we walked back to Kunkle, where we hung out for like another hour. Then a few minutes before she had to go home, I saw this kid I recognized. He and I were friends last year in 8th grade, but then he moved to Ephrata, and I didn't know what happened. So I threw a french fry at him.

When Marissa went home, I wandered around, and bumped into him. We started talking, and then we walked around the park. I told him that I was dabbling in film and writing, and showed him some of my works on here. He told me I was an amazing writer--which I'm not-- and we just kept talking. The assholes who beat up Billy on the bus last year were walking around and bullying other kids. I was so close to murder it wasn't funny. But I told him all that's been happening, and we talked for a while. We just went in circles around the park, and each time we passed like, the Girl Scout stand or something like that, his friends would give him shit about walking around with a girl. I was pretty amused. And eventually, I had to go home, so he offered to walk me. His friends were laughing their asses off, I bet. We talked about throwing french fries. I threw like eight at him when Marissa and I were hanging out, and I wasn't even looking, but apparently I kept hitting him in the arm. He then threw a french fry at me, and it bounced off the rim of my sunglasses. It was pretty damn funny. But that all lead up to him getting my number and walking me home. Apparently it was the 'best damn french fry he ever threw'. 

Then I got home and played Minecraft on the X-Box, watched Life on the Murder Scene for the millionth time, and updated this. Technically it's three in the morning on the 26th, but this is what happened on the 25th (and my mom turned 45, happy birthday mommy!) so there. Deal with it.

Sarah