Somewhere Back Where I Belong

"Today was a day like any other."
-Jack's Mannequin (A Band)

Today was a good day. It was really funny, actually. Let me expand on that.

During lunch today, my friend was enthusiastic about trying not to swear. He doesn't do it all that often, anyways, but for some unknown reason he had a strange motivation that crazed him. So he asked me if I would give him five dollars if he made it all through fourth period without swearing. Here's the conversation. It alternates, starting with him.

Hey, would you give me five bucks if I made it all the way through fourth period?

Well, you aren't exactly cursing like Will Smith in I, Robot, so five dollars is kinda stretching it.

Come on! IT'S AN HOUR AND A HALF.

But . . . It's five dollars.

AN HOUR AND HALF.

What's your fourth period class anyways?

Seminary.

What. The. Heck. Forget the five dollars. You aren't going to swear in seminary.

There isn't anything that can stop me.


Oh man . . . This made me laugh. I then offered him ten bucks if he WOULD swear in seminary, but sadly, he turned down my generous offer. Oh well. Would've made for a swell story.

Trips to gas stations after school are always an adventure, especially if the driver regrets spending fifteen dollars.

But that's a story for another day.


Guess what everyone in the world? It's not like it matters to anyone else, but . . .
I GOT NEW MUSIC!

EVEN MORE.

This is like Christmas. Except it isn't. It's messing with my mind. Psychedelic stuff, y'know?


Today, my dad gave us the weekly "A Clean House is The Lord's House" talk and the "I'm the Only One Who Cleans And You Guys Should Clean More" talk ALL IN ONE. It was pretty crazy. We have a fair amount of chores and all, but my dad loves a clean house. And by clean, I don't mean fairly organized, I mean EVERYTHING IS WHERE IT NEEDS TO BE AND THERE ARE NO SPOTS ANYWHERE. ANYWHERE. I then proceeded to mow the lawn in this damp and awkwardly moist weather. Another thing to add onto my list of things I don't like is walking on wet grass that had just been mowed and rained on. Blehck.

High school is a less prison-like Asylum. For some reason, girls in brightly colored jackets LOVE to play this game called "Let's Walk As Slow As We Can Even Though There Are Two and a Half Trillion People Behind Us." They love this game! I don't see why it's entertaining, but whatevs. A spider crawls faster than they walk. I. Am. Not. Kidding. I feel like throwing confetti on them and then shoving them into a nearby garbage can while they are still dazed by the amazing display of colored paper.

Hmm . . . Now thinking about it, that would give me an amazing amount of satisfaction.

Rain is cool as long as I don't have to mow in it. That is all I have to say.

Going to write poems, like Sestinas and such, so I shall see thee all soon. Hopefully.


I, for once, am scared to die. It's a good feeling.