Have you ever had that moment when sitting next to the person you like and thinking,
"Crap, what do I say?!? Oh my goodness, he is just so good looking....ahhh, what a sweetheart...DANGIT!!! WHAT IF HE CAN READ MY THOUGHTS!!!?! Well, in that case, Hey there!!!! ^_^"
Muuurp, I'm guessing I'm probably one of the only people that has done that. Has anyone ever watched in-line roller hockey? Well, it's really pretty boring. Unless, of course you go with the TCA seniors of 2011. Then, it's one of the most exciting things you've done all week!! Then it gets really funny when people start yelling things that sound like they could be cheers or taunts, but when you really think about them, you have that moment of "whaaaaat the cheese nips.....??????"
Even more exciting is the after party at Village Inn. The one where you make fun of the waiter who looks like he is on the predators list for your neighborhood with his curly mustache and long hair slicked back over his balding head, oh and don't forget the mole on his face, and the fact that he's just a bit over-weight. Then you order your food from a 17 year old girl who looks like she just got out of drug-rehab, and you begin your childish spit-ball wars. The food, after a 45 minute game of solid yelling, is absolutely delicious. You stuff your face with the greasy goodness of a double, superman, all star, quadruple-pounder, Chuck Norris, cheeseburger until your double chin has a chin. Then, you contemplate all the meaningless things in life, and discuss the idea of everyone dating someone within the senior class. One of the paper wrappers from a straw gets stuck on the lamp...PHOTO OPP!!!!!!!!! By this time, you have slipped about half way into the expected food coma, and your friend's chattering begins to sound like an obscure dialect of Norwegian. Finally you are hauled into your frigid vehicle in which you suddenly regain all consciousness for the time it takes to warm up the car. Once the butt-warmer finally kicks in though, your coma resumes. Delighted, you dream about cheesy, heavenly goodness sliding down your esophagus and padding your thighs for the long winter ahead. What's this??? The car has stopped...am I dead? Fingers....toes....arm....arm....leg...leg...nope, not dead. What's going on?? Cabby! We seem to have stopped!! *HEY!!! WAKE UP!!! WE'RE HOME YOU IGNORANT FREAK!!!!!* You drag the heavy weight of your tired body into your bed, and fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow. There, you have strange dreams of being a famous singer, and not being able to pee. Your mom wakes you up, and you suddenly realize your bladder problem is due to the fact that you are full of all the chocolate milk you drank last night, and it is morning. You run to the bathroom and realize your lips are still blue from the suckers which you only vaguely remember eating at the cash register.
I love a good story. Moving on to more important matters, MY DADDY COMES HOME TODAY!!!!!!!@@#$%^%&*^&^%$%$@#$!@#$@#$^&#$^@#$!@$!@#@#$&*&()*&()@#$~! And I am so excited I may pee myself. Actually, our dog, Sandy, will probably take care of all the peeing when my dad returns...I just hope it's not like that scene from the Odyssey where Odysseus returns home, his dog runs to him because he recognizes him, but he got so excited, his heart gave out....and he died. Was that really a necessary point in the story????? It's already a sad EPIC POEM, but did he really have to make the dog die?? *pff* what a weirdo. Speaking of weirdos, have any of you ever heard the song "Still a Weirdo" by KT Tunstall? I think it's by her...I may be mistaken. Alright, you are probably tired of reading my ridiculous entry, so I bid you all adu.
With love, and cheeseburgers,
Hetena Thelise
The randomness of your posts kind of make my life.
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