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You know that feeling? I sure don't. The point is I'm going insane. I can't find anything to replace my Nuts. I feel naked, exposed. I've had the Chain since 6th grade! The nuts since 8th! My neck feels wierd. No other chain is the right wieght or has the right feeling. I'm lost. Helpless.
Pathetic.
*sighs* MV, I hope you rot in the deepest of the nine hells. After all, I'll need someone to keep me company.
Because never, ever, ever, again will I threaten castration on a male.
As I think some of you know, around my neck I have a chain of balls, on which too nuts hang. Aka Bolts. It’s quite funny at times. And I’ve had the chain for 5 years (I replaced it only once-with an identical chain), and the nuts for 2 ½. Now I don’t have them, and I’m going insane. During the course of the day, I can be seen to hold onto the chain, usually with out my conscious mind realizing it, until today. If I’m mad, I grab and twist the chain. If I’m sad, I grab and hold on to the bolts as my comfort object (I know, weird). If I’m agitated, I grab the chain. If unsure. If scared. If worried. If tired. If excited. If Anything. Most of the time I’ll grab the chain. Now it’s gone. And here’s why.
Last Thursday at lunch, I was eating lunch with MV and I grabbed his hacky sack. Pocketed it. And hence forgot it while I talked. With out realizing it, I had it during gym class, and he didn’t have it.
Friday I forgot it on my desk in the morning, and hence could not return it.
Saturday I practiced playing hacky sack, determined that I suck, and pocketed it because I was going to Orange. I wanted to play down there and try my luck.
Sunday I cooked, played hacky sack, and had fun with my friends.
Monday Morning before school I got a ride back up to Woodbridge. Half way through the hour and a half drive, I thought to make sure I had it. Of course, as luck would have it, I didn’t.
Monday At School I sheepishly told MV my error, and apologized. MV was pissed, rightly so. So were 9 other guys. Let me tell you, it takes talent to piss off 10 guys in one move.
Tuesday MV decided to “Punish” me by refusing to give me hugs. That annoys me but I disregard it. Then in Theater Class I forgot about the “Punishment” and went to give him a hug while he was in his seat. He dodged the hug, while in the process slamming his shoulder into my nose. He didn’t apologize. I then had to work on a project with him *gag* I was not in the mood.
Wednesday I decided to ignore him until he got over it. It worked well because I didn’t see him all day.
Today/Thursday one week since the start, he’s still pissed, I’m insisting on ignoring him, and I cursed wasting money on his X-mass gift. Didn’t see him till Theater class, and he was leaving for a seminar or something, don’t know, don’t care. But before I left, I broke my silence and said “hey, Wait MV!” I caught up to him, said Merry Christmas and gave him the present, then took off my nuts and chain and gave them to him with the snarky comment of “I expect they will be returned when you receive your hacky sack.”
He’s not going to be at school tomorrow. He’s going out of town. I wont get my nuts back until after Jan. 5th. Mucho badness.
*sighs* I guess this is my just deserts.
So. Here I was, bored, looking for some inspiration for something to blog about. I didn’t find anything. But then again maybe I did. I must have found something because I’m sitting here typing. Right? Right. So now let me tell you about something. Wait. Let me think of it. Just had it. Just had it! Going… Going… Gone. Dagnabbit. I read a book where one of the characters was a dwarf named Dagnabit. Quiet entertaining. Anyway. Bah. I was going to post my essay. I think I’ve said this before. I can’t post my essay. Or at least not till after I get my disk back. There is a crap program that the school uses that searches the internet for copies of the essay. So since I don’t want to get slapped with “Plagiarism” (even if it is my own site!) I can’t post it yet. Bah.
I read part of the new Mu.Nu Blog. Consent of the Governed. Reminds me of Government class. Kind of creepish. Oh well, its cool though. I like it.
Oh that reminds me! I got my Government Project back, you know the one I sneaked into Ask Jen. Yeah. I got a hundred. WOot! So yeah. Interims come out tomorrow. I’ll do my normal post of grades. Could do it now, just got to log onto the server, check it out, but I’m not willing to exert that much effort.
I was thinking about adding an author to Mookie Riffic. Maybe make a new Riffic. Shape them in my image. Start my own religion with them. But that once again takes effort. And my friends suck. Remember back when I was on Blog*Spot how I had a couple guest bloggers, for when I went to Tim’s current home? Canada. Yeah. They sucked. One of them (George) is way to whinny. And the other one, MV, he’s just pissing me off. And then there was Bonnie. Remember her? Yeah. Lets just say, no way in bloody hell. Hehe.
I was thinking of drawing more visitors to my blog. Takes too much effort. And besides, I’m slowly moving up the ranks. My average is now 31, went up a person from 30. Heh. I thought of all the schemes I could try. And all those I did try. There’s the classic “Ask and I Shall Answer”, Interviews, Polling, Threatening to Quit, and various others. But I didn’t want to become the Princess of Suck. Granted I already have that title when it comes to Hacky-Sack. They were calling me Queen of Suck, but that’s Jen. No offense. Well I should really wrap up my babble and go write something decent. Hum…
What in the world is a Crap-Wiesel? Dad just suddenly started saying it every five mintues, I don't know what it is.