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In my infinite wisdom and boredom, I have decided that once a week I will post music video. Now obviously it will just be a link, but click on it and you’ll hear a song. Will this actually be weekly? Doubtful. Will I actually stick with it? Even less likely. Will I do it when I’m bored even if its not the right day of the week? A high probability.
So today’s song will be: Too Little, Too Late by the BareNaked Ladies.
Yes you heard me right, that’s the name of this post. And it’s a funny story. You should read it. Better yet I should type it! Okay I’ll stop being stupid and just type the stupid thing.
I was walking to my bus, and I ran into one of my old friends for the first time this year. And they didn’t recognize me until I said “Hey”. When he realized who I was he started babbling like so “Wow. Hi Rachael you look good…. No black t-shirt… short hair… what’s the word I’m trying to think of…” Finally he stops that-he went on for about 2 minutes- and we talk about other stuff. But right before I leave he figures out the word he wanted. “Lesbian. Rachael you look very Lesbian.” I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. But then I realized I don’t care so it doesn’t matter. Hehe.
A most amusing thing happened today. We were in Gym and I decided to randomly sit next to this guy (I don't know his name) and start talking to him. He looked lonely and I kinda knew him from last year. So I sit down and we talk, and apparently I looked like an Ex-girlfriend of his, except my hairs not longer anymore and I’m not Porto Rican. But back to the funny thing, so we were talking, and talking. And for some unknown reason he asked me if I had dated a really tall thin-ish guy, with glasses. And I was like “Whoa! Be more specific” (not that I dated anyone last year so it didn’t really matter). As it turns out, he was talking about George. I laughed when I figured it out, and I told him “Wha! Oh no. I never dated him, to many differences between us, not to mention he can be a total jerk*, but now Jane” *pointed to Jane* “did date him.” As for the jerk* comment, its true, he’s a good friend, but he can be a jerk* at times. But then again whose not a jerk* at some point.
I’m going to catch hell from George for that comment. Too bad I don’t care.
* Changed words
Such a wonderful game. Played it today in Drama class. Had fun. So heres what happened:
We were all standing around in the middle of the room playing “Get-To-Know-Random-People Games” when my teacher, Ms. Horn decides we will play Killer Wink. Now me being me, and a drama student from the Drama club, I had a feeling I would get picked. So we all closed our eyes. And for about a minute Ms. Horn walked around, until finally *dun-Dun-DUN* she pats my head-the signal that I had been chosen. We all open our eyes and walk around. Now as the “Killer” if I wink at someone they die. But heres the catch, when you encounter someone you have to shake hands and say “Hi, I’m blahblahblah” If I winked at them they had to shake hands with three more people before dropping dead. Now with me, I have the motor skills of a 3 year old and have yet to figure out how to wink or whistle, so I just would mouth the words “Your Dead”. It took 5 minutes and 3/4ths the class dead before anyone to figure out who the Killer was. It was so great.
Good thing I’m not a guy. With my lack of motor skills I wouldn’t be able to hit the side of a barn with my pee much less hit the urinal.
After 4 days of braving the vast jungle I have come to a conclusion…
School sucks.
No seriously. Or not. It’s not that bad. I mean I did manage to survive. But let me tell you, it was not easy! (Haha yeah right), I braved many atrocities (okay so I’m going overboard-sue me) including *creepy dun-dun-dun music* a English Paper, an Immigration test (which I failed and if I wasn’t born in the US I’d be screwed), a Chemistry exam, 2 giant packets of Factoring worksheets, and a “Speech” for my Speech and Drama class (wow, what a coincidence!).
But I have come back with many stories. *Deep voice-like God's is always portrayed* Read and you shall laugh!
Sorry haven't posted. Been busy. Post tomarow. Promise.
Well dad was remined of a very important fact today. I’m a girl. And I don’t like bugs/various other crawly things. So when we first incounterd a number of various crawly things he didn’t understand my reaction. Lets see, what did I/we encounter:
1. Worms
2. Locusts
3. Worms
4. Worms
5. Worms
6. Pink baby somethings (possibly mouse)
7. Spiders
8. Pink baby somethings
9. Pink baby somethings
10. Pink Baby somethings
11. General things that involve live in the back yard
And how many of these did I like?
I think you get the picture.
Yesterday every one got their schedules for the year, and of course everyone went around trying to figure out who’s in what classes when. I'll admit it, I do it too. And that’s why I have this story.
Ralph- lets just call him that- is to say the least a royal asshat. Or he thinks he’s royalty by the crappy way he treats people. I was his friend (notice the past tense) until the idiot started to get really really stupid. Complaining and saying idiotic stuff along the lines of “Oh Rachael, I can never get a date, all the girls think I’m too fat!” or “I can never date anyone because the last chick I asked out rejected me”. Now I maybe I’m being a bit cold hearted, but as that I did (once again, past tense) like him, and he never acted upon that when he liked me, I don’t care.
Ralph even had the balls once to get mad because I wouldn’t get a job where he worked. And it wasn’t because of him! Contrary to what he claims, I didn’t want the job because I don’t want to work in Food or Retail. And according to the current events in my life (aka. Doctors office Job) I made a good choice. The moron also once got mad at me for JOKING about something. The thought just fled my mind. I did know it, honest. I just forgot.
Well anyway, Ralph is not on my good list, and I’m glad the moron didn’t get the class he wanted. Why? And you might say that’s harsh. But I told him to talk to his counselor about the teachers saying you don’t need the Prerequisite, I meant it in his best interest (I’m in the same class and I didn’t take the Prerequisite), and he completely ignored my advice, and now he doesn’t have the class. But the idiot had the nerve to IM me and get snotty about it. And I was decent! I was! And I will remain decent, but I’ll say it flat out now, I am not going to be anything more then civil and decent to this assclown. I will not tolerate his idiocy. I will follow his orders in Stage Crew, and I’ll follow them faithfully and do a good job at it, but I will not tolerate the Emotional Roller Coaster he seems determined to drag every human soul that crosses his path on.
pardon my language