Saturday, March 31, 2012
Donuts and Movies
Before I start, I realize that when I blog, it's pretty long and rantlike....
Hopefully everyone enjoys that!
I also favor lists. And I say "So" a lot. And various other quirks that you've probably noticed (and grown to love? Hopefully!)
So the past two days have been...what's the word....daring? Yeah, that sounds good.
But for some reason, I can't remember everything that I did <-- Not a good sign.
But here is everything I DO remember.
ONWARD!
DAY ONE:
I woke up with every intention of starting AP studying. I was going to do it. You know me. When I make a promise, I keep it. For sure.
(How Things Went Down)
-Woke up
-Ate breakfast
-walked around doing nothing and started to talk to myself
-"I'll start in an hour!"
- Went on YouTube (SO MANY POINTLESS VIDEOS!!)
-"I'll start after lunch! No doubt!"
-Lunch
-"Just gotta clean up the house! Sibi, you can't possibly study in a dirty house!"
-Clean
-"Huh! You're kind of hungry! Go grab a snack, grab a seat, grab a pencil and get to work! WHOO!"
-Snack
-Sit down to study when **TEXT**
-"Would I like to shoot hoops for an hour at the high school? Well, I've had a pretty stressful day. I have deserved this break! Ok!"
-"Sibi, take a nap first! You need the energy to shoot...and oh yeah! To study too!"
-Go to high school
-Shoot hoops for six hours (time management > Sibi)
-"Well I am hungry! Off to Super America for food! Healthy...umm...yes!"
-Arrive at S.A. and skip protein shakes, fruit bars, water and go to bakery stuff.
[Donuts Fiasco]
So we (my friend, my two brothers and me) decided we wanted as much food as we could get with limited money and a Super America Values card.
We bought:
-12 donuts
-A pack of Swedish Fish
-Box of Sour Patch
Because our common sense was at all time low, we thought that the best idea would be to each eat 3 donuts, a 1/4 of Swedish Fish and Sour Patch. But my friend said "Nahh. I'll only have one donut and all the Swedish Fish."
Me: Oh! That's fine! I'LL JUST EAT FIVE DONUTS! IN FIVE MINUTES! ME, WORRIED? NO WAY! SOUR PATCH KIDS? YES PLEASE!"
Please remember that common sense was very very low at this point.
Sibi's Emotions vs Number of Donuts Consumed
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Donut # 1: Yeah, I'll feel great! I could eat these all day!
Donut # 2: Wow! Still good! Keep em coming!
Donut # 3: Oh god why. I hate myself. I hate donuts. I hate everyone. I hate life.
Donut # 4: Sibi became Dumbledore in the sixth book. Remember? When DD was drinking that goopy stuff and he was crying and lying and trying to die?
Donut # 5: Diabetes is imminent. I can feel my life shortening. I feel the cold claws of a sugar coma sink into my shoulder as glucose clogs up my arteries. I FUCKING HATE DONUTS.
So I went home and didn't blink at all. I went upstairs to my room to fall asleep when my parents call out "You hungry? We got some donuts."
*FADE TO BLACK*
Well that was day one.
DAY TWO:
So I woke up feeling like crap. And as usual I "forgot" to APS (AP Study). But then my friend texts me
"Do you wanna go just hang out at the mall? For like a couple of hours?"
Yes. Let's go.
So we leave the house around 11:30 and we meet up with others at Lund's and herd into cars and drive down to Nicollet.
Remember how I said we were lacking sense yesterday? Well, day two was wayyy worse.
On the ride, we kept screaming at passing cars. I won't say exactly what but.. Here. This is a "censored" version of what was shouted at cars.
-[Absorb] my [Male sexual organ]
-[Intercourse] a Gorilla
And the best one? ("Best" is used very loosely)
-[Intercourse] my [Male sexual organ]
Why did we say/scream these things? Why is the sky blue? Why do donuts suck?
NO ONE KNOWS.
So we arrive and we park, which in itself was a problem.
"Park there!"
"No! It's too close!"
"There?"
"NO!! Not enough space!"
"Well how about that one? That looks good."
"No."
"Well why the [Intercourse] not!?"
"I just hate that spot."
"AHHHHHHHHHH."
After we park and wipe away the tears from fighting, we start walking.
Now imagine this scene.
We're walking. And I was drinking an Organic Chocolate Milk (I call them Moo Moo Milk)
And then I ask the crucial question: "Does anyone actually KNOW where the mall is?"
We stop. We fret. We cry. We pull out internet phones. We search. We locate. We laugh. We dance. We walk. We receive stares. We walk faster. We get followed. We panic. We tear up. We hide in a building.
But the building we walk into is close to the actual mall so life is good. As soon as we enter the building, I realize one thing. There are a lot of Indians here. Just everywhere.
And they all look the same.
They all have acid washed jeans. They all have mustaches. They all have lunch totes. They all roll in groups of 3+.
It's creepy.
So we find a food court because, well, we haven't eaten in about two hours (Teenage metabolism rules!).
We find a court and we begin to eat.
My brother pulls out the Flip video camera (which goes with us everywhere. You never know.) and we quickly clear a space and he does a Corkscrew (a one footed backflip running forward and twisting upside down 360 degrees. In layman terms). We sit down again and look around. There are a few stares and a couple claps and smiles. BUT MOSTLY NO ONE NOTICED/CARES!!
That felt good. Why? (EGOTISTICAL MOMENT HERE)
Every where that we go, people stare, point, take pics, recognize us, something.
While that may seem fun, it gets to be annoying. Constant attention kills.
So when we were deemed "normal," it felt good. To fit in. To not stand out. To just have a normal day with the guys.
So we then proceed to leave and we set up one main objective: WANDER. We agreed on this objective and said we'd make more along the way (we never did).
As we were walking around, we found the movie theater place. We decided to watch a movie and thus a battle broke out. Hunger Games vs 21 Jump Street.
Hunger Games won by a close margin and before we went in, another battle broke out: a tricking/ dancing battle.
STOP! Before I go on, you should realize this.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT PEOPLE THINK ABOUT ME.
I will be myself regardless of the situation and if you don't like it, that's fine. If I want to dance, so be it.
If you think I'm crazy, that's cool too.
I don't judge people and you shouldn't either.
Back to the action.
So we start tricking and I start dancing. Remember, I can't dance which made everything more exciting.
A small crowd forms right in the movie lobby and our biggest fans in the group were a group of black people
cheering every time we did a move and a mom and her two 2 year old daughters who would clap every time. It was pretty awesome.
But just as things were going well, this random guy comes in and tells us to stop. We didn't know what to do because the guy was wearing a Minnesota Wild Sweatshirt with blue jeans and didn't even look like he worked at the mall. But we are good people so I apologized on everyone's behalf and we started to leave.
But the crowd was angry at the man. Which was kind of funny because that guy sucked.
We go in and watch the Starvation Competition. Annnnddddd, it sucked.
Sorry if you're a big fan. The movie was over hyped and the book was pretty bad too.
The only good thing about the movie? Katniss Everdeen or Jennifer Lawrence.
SHE. WAS. HOT. Well usually. But there were some scenes where she looked terrible. As in horrendous.
So we left and went back to our objective of wandering.
I don't know if you girls who read this have set plans for your Mall days. Are you guys like:
"We're going to (insert store here) and then here and here and lunch here for 200 calories and then here and then here......"
Because guys don't do that.
We wander. Just by nature.
So we walk around. For about four hours. Just talking about nothing, laughing at even less and looking at zilch. But oh man was it fun.
By now we are starving. Some phrases during our hunger? Sure, you asked for it.
1. No one in the world has ever been this hungry. Ever.
2. Man, these are the true Hunger Games.
3. I'm going to eat my own foot.
4. I can't see.
5. I can't breathe.
6. I can't feed.
7. That's an iPod Touch, not an iPod Munch.
At one point, I started walking and talking to random group of girls due to hunger. They were all pretty nice and we talked for a couple of minutes before I went back to my actual group.
Then we battled over food. Pot Belly? Cosi's? Basil's Restaurant? Subway?
We walked all the way into Pot Belly's and then walked out to wander again to Lee Ann Chin.
We buy our crappy, MSG-filled food and for some reason we kept laughing at everything.
But we realized that we ordered too much so we'd have to get some take home boxes.
So I go and ask "Hi! We ordered too much food and we were hoping to get some boxes to take the food home?"
Her reply? "No, we don't give out boxes."
Me: "Huh?"
Asian lady: "How many you need?"
Me: "Umm...five?"
Chinese store owner: "Ok, Here you go."
Me: ....
WHY DID SHE TROLL ME? I will never know.
So we pack up our stuff and then wander again. We realize that we were supposed to be home 5 hours ago. We start to head back to the car which is ....where?
We all forgot where the car was. So what do we, as super cool, in control seniors, do?
We cry.
Eventually we find the car and as we are paying the fee, my friend yells "I love you" to the cash register lady. And I kid you not, she looked extremely happy! YEAH! We made her day!
We're driving home and my driving friend keeps swerving and we almost die and cause others to almost die.
We decide to stop for ice cream at Coldstone so we stop by.
My friend had to leave so we bid him adieu and we go in and out of Coldstone. Turns out no one wants ice cream.
My friend texted me hours ago "basketball?" and we decide to head over to WHS courts.
We find them all sitting there, powwow style. We shoot and we leave. To nowhere.
As we are driving home, my friend kiddingly says "Another movie? Haha."
We screech to a stop and all yell "YEAH!"
We zoom forward to Mann 12 and pull up. My friend says he needs some money so we walk to Cub.
We enter Mann and it's packed! A movie theater packed on a Friday!? How preposterous!?!?
We enter the theater and the movie starts.
THE MOVIE WAS HILARIOUS! Like seriously. 21 Jump Street was probably the funniest movie I've seen at the movie theater in a long time.
Go and watch it. I'll wait. It's not a problem.
Back already? Good, huh? See what I mean?
After that we head home. 9 hours late. My parents are mad but I stumble upstairs.
And I'm out.
*MOVE TO DARKNESS*
TODAY:
Woke up at 7:30 and go to work.
Butts? What is he talking about? Why is it in the title?
So my friend and I worked from 8:00 to 1:00 and then decided to work out.
We do all of these crazy new moves that I've never seen and we finish doing lunges.
And for some reason, my rear end hurts. Thought you should know.
So yeah.
That was the last two..three days.
By Products of the two days?
-A swollen knee from basketball
-Sore body
-Fatigue
-lost voice (from screaming)
And various other injuries
Moral of the story? Donuts suck, common sense should be more common and life is crazy but fun.
If you read the whole thing, again congratulations. Here are two gold stars!
(If you can't see them, it's cause I know you didn't read the whole thing)
If there any questions I should answer, anything I should blog about, anything else, just let me know!
Don't eat donuts.
Hopefully everyone enjoys that!
I also favor lists. And I say "So" a lot. And various other quirks that you've probably noticed (and grown to love? Hopefully!)
So the past two days have been...what's the word....daring? Yeah, that sounds good.
But for some reason, I can't remember everything that I did <-- Not a good sign.
But here is everything I DO remember.
ONWARD!
DAY ONE:
I woke up with every intention of starting AP studying. I was going to do it. You know me. When I make a promise, I keep it. For sure.
(How Things Went Down)
-Woke up
-Ate breakfast
-walked around doing nothing and started to talk to myself
-"I'll start in an hour!"
- Went on YouTube (SO MANY POINTLESS VIDEOS!!)
-"I'll start after lunch! No doubt!"
-Lunch
-"Just gotta clean up the house! Sibi, you can't possibly study in a dirty house!"
-Clean
-"Huh! You're kind of hungry! Go grab a snack, grab a seat, grab a pencil and get to work! WHOO!"
-Snack
-Sit down to study when **TEXT**
-"Would I like to shoot hoops for an hour at the high school? Well, I've had a pretty stressful day. I have deserved this break! Ok!"
-"Sibi, take a nap first! You need the energy to shoot...and oh yeah! To study too!"
-Go to high school
-Shoot hoops for six hours (time management > Sibi)
-"Well I am hungry! Off to Super America for food! Healthy...umm...yes!"
-Arrive at S.A. and skip protein shakes, fruit bars, water and go to bakery stuff.
[Donuts Fiasco]
So we (my friend, my two brothers and me) decided we wanted as much food as we could get with limited money and a Super America Values card.
We bought:
-12 donuts
-A pack of Swedish Fish
-Box of Sour Patch
Because our common sense was at all time low, we thought that the best idea would be to each eat 3 donuts, a 1/4 of Swedish Fish and Sour Patch. But my friend said "Nahh. I'll only have one donut and all the Swedish Fish."
Me: Oh! That's fine! I'LL JUST EAT FIVE DONUTS! IN FIVE MINUTES! ME, WORRIED? NO WAY! SOUR PATCH KIDS? YES PLEASE!"
Please remember that common sense was very very low at this point.
Sibi's Emotions vs Number of Donuts Consumed
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Donut # 1: Yeah, I'll feel great! I could eat these all day!
Donut # 2: Wow! Still good! Keep em coming!
Donut # 3: Oh god why. I hate myself. I hate donuts. I hate everyone. I hate life.
Donut # 4: Sibi became Dumbledore in the sixth book. Remember? When DD was drinking that goopy stuff and he was crying and lying and trying to die?
Donut # 5: Diabetes is imminent. I can feel my life shortening. I feel the cold claws of a sugar coma sink into my shoulder as glucose clogs up my arteries. I FUCKING HATE DONUTS.
So I went home and didn't blink at all. I went upstairs to my room to fall asleep when my parents call out "You hungry? We got some donuts."
*FADE TO BLACK*
Well that was day one.
DAY TWO:
So I woke up feeling like crap. And as usual I "forgot" to APS (AP Study). But then my friend texts me
"Do you wanna go just hang out at the mall? For like a couple of hours?"
Yes. Let's go.
So we leave the house around 11:30 and we meet up with others at Lund's and herd into cars and drive down to Nicollet.
Remember how I said we were lacking sense yesterday? Well, day two was wayyy worse.
On the ride, we kept screaming at passing cars. I won't say exactly what but.. Here. This is a "censored" version of what was shouted at cars.
-[Absorb] my [Male sexual organ]
-[Intercourse] a Gorilla
And the best one? ("Best" is used very loosely)
-[Intercourse] my [Male sexual organ]
Why did we say/scream these things? Why is the sky blue? Why do donuts suck?
NO ONE KNOWS.
So we arrive and we park, which in itself was a problem.
"Park there!"
"No! It's too close!"
"There?"
"NO!! Not enough space!"
"Well how about that one? That looks good."
"No."
"Well why the [Intercourse] not!?"
"I just hate that spot."
"AHHHHHHHHHH."
After we park and wipe away the tears from fighting, we start walking.
Now imagine this scene.
We're walking. And I was drinking an Organic Chocolate Milk (I call them Moo Moo Milk)
And then I ask the crucial question: "Does anyone actually KNOW where the mall is?"
We stop. We fret. We cry. We pull out internet phones. We search. We locate. We laugh. We dance. We walk. We receive stares. We walk faster. We get followed. We panic. We tear up. We hide in a building.
But the building we walk into is close to the actual mall so life is good. As soon as we enter the building, I realize one thing. There are a lot of Indians here. Just everywhere.
And they all look the same.
They all have acid washed jeans. They all have mustaches. They all have lunch totes. They all roll in groups of 3+.
It's creepy.
So we find a food court because, well, we haven't eaten in about two hours (Teenage metabolism rules!).
We find a court and we begin to eat.
My brother pulls out the Flip video camera (which goes with us everywhere. You never know.) and we quickly clear a space and he does a Corkscrew (a one footed backflip running forward and twisting upside down 360 degrees. In layman terms). We sit down again and look around. There are a few stares and a couple claps and smiles. BUT MOSTLY NO ONE NOTICED/CARES!!
That felt good. Why? (EGOTISTICAL MOMENT HERE)
Every where that we go, people stare, point, take pics, recognize us, something.
While that may seem fun, it gets to be annoying. Constant attention kills.
So when we were deemed "normal," it felt good. To fit in. To not stand out. To just have a normal day with the guys.
So we then proceed to leave and we set up one main objective: WANDER. We agreed on this objective and said we'd make more along the way (we never did).
As we were walking around, we found the movie theater place. We decided to watch a movie and thus a battle broke out. Hunger Games vs 21 Jump Street.
Hunger Games won by a close margin and before we went in, another battle broke out: a tricking/ dancing battle.
STOP! Before I go on, you should realize this.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT PEOPLE THINK ABOUT ME.
I will be myself regardless of the situation and if you don't like it, that's fine. If I want to dance, so be it.
If you think I'm crazy, that's cool too.
I don't judge people and you shouldn't either.
Back to the action.
So we start tricking and I start dancing. Remember, I can't dance which made everything more exciting.
A small crowd forms right in the movie lobby and our biggest fans in the group were a group of black people
cheering every time we did a move and a mom and her two 2 year old daughters who would clap every time. It was pretty awesome.
But just as things were going well, this random guy comes in and tells us to stop. We didn't know what to do because the guy was wearing a Minnesota Wild Sweatshirt with blue jeans and didn't even look like he worked at the mall. But we are good people so I apologized on everyone's behalf and we started to leave.
But the crowd was angry at the man. Which was kind of funny because that guy sucked.
We go in and watch the Starvation Competition. Annnnddddd, it sucked.
Sorry if you're a big fan. The movie was over hyped and the book was pretty bad too.
The only good thing about the movie? Katniss Everdeen or Jennifer Lawrence.
SHE. WAS. HOT. Well usually. But there were some scenes where she looked terrible. As in horrendous.
So we left and went back to our objective of wandering.
I don't know if you girls who read this have set plans for your Mall days. Are you guys like:
"We're going to (insert store here) and then here and here and lunch here for 200 calories and then here and then here......"
Because guys don't do that.
We wander. Just by nature.
So we walk around. For about four hours. Just talking about nothing, laughing at even less and looking at zilch. But oh man was it fun.
By now we are starving. Some phrases during our hunger? Sure, you asked for it.
1. No one in the world has ever been this hungry. Ever.
2. Man, these are the true Hunger Games.
3. I'm going to eat my own foot.
4. I can't see.
5. I can't breathe.
6. I can't feed.
7. That's an iPod Touch, not an iPod Munch.
At one point, I started walking and talking to random group of girls due to hunger. They were all pretty nice and we talked for a couple of minutes before I went back to my actual group.
Then we battled over food. Pot Belly? Cosi's? Basil's Restaurant? Subway?
We walked all the way into Pot Belly's and then walked out to wander again to Lee Ann Chin.
We buy our crappy, MSG-filled food and for some reason we kept laughing at everything.
But we realized that we ordered too much so we'd have to get some take home boxes.
So I go and ask "Hi! We ordered too much food and we were hoping to get some boxes to take the food home?"
Her reply? "No, we don't give out boxes."
Me: "Huh?"
Asian lady: "How many you need?"
Me: "Umm...five?"
Chinese store owner: "Ok, Here you go."
Me: ....
WHY DID SHE TROLL ME? I will never know.
So we pack up our stuff and then wander again. We realize that we were supposed to be home 5 hours ago. We start to head back to the car which is ....where?
We all forgot where the car was. So what do we, as super cool, in control seniors, do?
We cry.
Eventually we find the car and as we are paying the fee, my friend yells "I love you" to the cash register lady. And I kid you not, she looked extremely happy! YEAH! We made her day!
We're driving home and my driving friend keeps swerving and we almost die and cause others to almost die.
We decide to stop for ice cream at Coldstone so we stop by.
My friend had to leave so we bid him adieu and we go in and out of Coldstone. Turns out no one wants ice cream.
My friend texted me hours ago "basketball?" and we decide to head over to WHS courts.
We find them all sitting there, powwow style. We shoot and we leave. To nowhere.
As we are driving home, my friend kiddingly says "Another movie? Haha."
We screech to a stop and all yell "YEAH!"
We zoom forward to Mann 12 and pull up. My friend says he needs some money so we walk to Cub.
We enter Mann and it's packed! A movie theater packed on a Friday!? How preposterous!?!?
We enter the theater and the movie starts.
THE MOVIE WAS HILARIOUS! Like seriously. 21 Jump Street was probably the funniest movie I've seen at the movie theater in a long time.
Go and watch it. I'll wait. It's not a problem.
Back already? Good, huh? See what I mean?
After that we head home. 9 hours late. My parents are mad but I stumble upstairs.
And I'm out.
*MOVE TO DARKNESS*
TODAY:
Woke up at 7:30 and go to work.
Butts? What is he talking about? Why is it in the title?
So my friend and I worked from 8:00 to 1:00 and then decided to work out.
We do all of these crazy new moves that I've never seen and we finish doing lunges.
And for some reason, my rear end hurts. Thought you should know.
So yeah.
That was the last two..three days.
By Products of the two days?
-A swollen knee from basketball
-Sore body
-Fatigue
-lost voice (from screaming)
And various other injuries
Moral of the story? Donuts suck, common sense should be more common and life is crazy but fun.
If you read the whole thing, again congratulations. Here are two gold stars!
(If you can't see them, it's cause I know you didn't read the whole thing)
If there any questions I should answer, anything I should blog about, anything else, just let me know!
Don't eat donuts.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Where I Contemplate Today's Adventures and Exaggerate Everything. Huzzah.
So I haven't blogged in a while and I'm sorry.
If anyone actually reads this and for some reason was waiting for me to blog again, sorry for taking me own sweet time. But here it is.
So today was the last day of school before spring break. And I had an...interesting day.
And off we go!
*******home************
12:00 pm - went to bed.
12:05 am - woke up and surfed YouTube
1:00 am - went to bed. But for real this time.
6:30 am - woke up and printed off a random article for Mo Pro test
6:57 am - picked up by wifey and awaaaaaayyyyyy
*******school*****************
7:00 am - arrive at school
7:03 am - discover that my brother brought a Scooby Doo Stuffed animal to school and when questioned why. he responds with "Cause Imma a senior, [expletive of choice here].
7:04 am - 7:30 am - CRAM FOR MO PRO TEST ON ECON!!! still dont know what's going on....
7:30 am - ....end of block one - take test, pray to no gods and cry for passing grades.
8: something or another - walk to Calc and cram for calc test
CRAMCRAMCRAMCRAMCRAMCRAMAMMAMACRAM* (motto of the day)
Take actual calc test. Not bad.
I either did well or just got my own...stuff handed back to me. Onward, oh mighty reader!
(I gave up on the times. Make them up! Make your own fun!) - text Avi asking what lunch AP psych has. He texts back "fourth." I proceed to shit my pants and then run to psych to make sure because I need CT (cram time. See *). Question psych teacher Johnson who laughs and says "first lunch." I shit again (due to relief) and then cuss out Avi.
My cussing out of Avi causes us to be late to first lunch = we have nowhere to sit
So there we are. Standing there. Loners. Asian. With psych textbooks in hand.
Cool factor to the max.
Eventually we find a table and we sit and we eat and have a really really good time. Reference here.
No, the table was filled with a lot of weirdos and a couple of cool classy kids (you know who you are).
I leave to psych and my two henchmen (Avi and my other brother) tag along.
We arrive. Johnson nods his head. I go for fist bump. He ignores it.
I make a joke linking his lacking fist bump skills to an old persons home.
Henchmen laugh.
Henchmen: LAUGHLAUGHLAUGH.
So we sit. And we cram.
Take the actual test.
Time allotted? 86 Minutes
[How I spent My 86 Minutes on a Final that is 20% of My Grade]
1. Finished majority of the test in 30 minutes
2.Fell asleep
3.woke up and finished remaining 16 questions of total 100
4. Fall asleep.
5. wake up from dream about becoming a YouTube star...soon to be true (not).
6. spend remaining 30 minutes amusing myself by spinning my pencil, thinking about the people I've met and fun times in the class, messing with Avi, and just sitting and thinking about nothing.
I also thought for some reason about Doctor Who. The theme song kept repeating in my head.
Phew. Here it goes.
I, Sibi, am no longer a DWirgin. A Doctor Who virgin. I watched the Planet of the Dead on YouTube instead of studying.
My rating: pretty good. The actors are superb (save for the weird black psychic lady), the show has substance and the music is, again, catchy catchy. It's been a while since I've really watched a show and gotten into it and I hope to get into DW. But I digress. Like always.
DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO TAKE A FINAL WITH THE BEACH BOYS GOING THROUGH YOUR HEAD?
I didn't even know the correct words...
Just the same incorrect lyrics again and again and again and again.
So I finish the test and the class and leave.
I run into my Mo Pro teacher who says I have to make up a DBQ today.
I say okay.
I run into Mr. Trewick who says I have to get a signed letter by parents regarding my absences.
I say okay.
So I run home and print off another stupid article about scarcity for Mo Pro.
I get a signature from parents explaining my absences.
I also manage to shoot some hoops. I was 56/75 which is not bad.
Trot trot trot back to school.
I arrive and confront my Mo Pro teacher. I take the test. I give it to him.
He looks at me. I look at him. The test is just in his hands. We part without saying anything.
Good.
I confront the office. I hand them my letter. Lady says ok. Asks about my name spelling and proceeds to tell me that I have a great last name and that I'm cool and blah blah blah. WTF? Leave me alone, office lady.
I then see Partha and we both head off to AP Chem. For a party that we were not invited to. That you had to pay money for.
I did not pay any dinero but I did have:
-2 bowls of ice cream
-2 fruit bars
-a donut
-2 slices of pizza
-one diabetic coma
-a small stroke
and various other illnesses from the massive intake of sugar/sodium.
So I staggered out of there and school was over.
I then realized that I had conflicting plans (My social life is on FIRE)
I promised Avi that we would hang out. Avi and I said we would first hang out in eighth grade summer. We were finally going to hang out now after five years. Intense stuff right here.
I also was invited to shoot some hoops with a whole bunch of people.
I also was invited to go work out and trick.
I also was supposed to volunteer.
So I dropped my brother at work and combined everything together.
I shoot hoops with Avi and friends then Avi and I hanged out. Hung out. You know what I mean.
And then I came home around 9:00, ate dinner and watched a whole bunch of short films for the short film that my brothers, Jenny and I will be making which reminds me:
IF ANYONE WANTS TO BE AN ACTOR/ ACTRESS IN THE FILM, comment below or text me or FaceBook me! It's going to be good! And we could use all of the extras we can get!
So then I wrote this blog.
Which you probably didn't read all the way.
Which I get.
Which means that if you got all of the way down here, and read everything and noticed the secret word that I put in the middle paragraph, you win.
Ha! You probably checked for a secret word. There isn't one.
If anyone actually reads this and for some reason was waiting for me to blog again, sorry for taking me own sweet time. But here it is.
So today was the last day of school before spring break. And I had an...interesting day.
And off we go!
*******home************
12:00 pm - went to bed.
12:05 am - woke up and surfed YouTube
1:00 am - went to bed. But for real this time.
6:30 am - woke up and printed off a random article for Mo Pro test
6:57 am - picked up by wifey and awaaaaaayyyyyy
*******school*****************
7:00 am - arrive at school
7:03 am - discover that my brother brought a Scooby Doo Stuffed animal to school and when questioned why. he responds with "Cause Imma a senior, [expletive of choice here].
7:04 am - 7:30 am - CRAM FOR MO PRO TEST ON ECON!!! still dont know what's going on....
7:30 am - ....end of block one - take test, pray to no gods and cry for passing grades.
8: something or another - walk to Calc and cram for calc test
CRAMCRAMCRAMCRAMCRAMCRAMAMMAMACRAM* (motto of the day)
Take actual calc test. Not bad.
I either did well or just got my own...stuff handed back to me. Onward, oh mighty reader!
(I gave up on the times. Make them up! Make your own fun!) - text Avi asking what lunch AP psych has. He texts back "fourth." I proceed to shit my pants and then run to psych to make sure because I need CT (cram time. See *). Question psych teacher Johnson who laughs and says "first lunch." I shit again (due to relief) and then cuss out Avi.
My cussing out of Avi causes us to be late to first lunch = we have nowhere to sit
So there we are. Standing there. Loners. Asian. With psych textbooks in hand.
Cool factor to the max.
Eventually we find a table and we sit and we eat and have a really really good time. Reference here.
No, the table was filled with a lot of weirdos and a couple of cool classy kids (you know who you are).
I leave to psych and my two henchmen (Avi and my other brother) tag along.
We arrive. Johnson nods his head. I go for fist bump. He ignores it.
I make a joke linking his lacking fist bump skills to an old persons home.
Henchmen laugh.
Henchmen: LAUGHLAUGHLAUGH.
So we sit. And we cram.
Take the actual test.
Time allotted? 86 Minutes
[How I spent My 86 Minutes on a Final that is 20% of My Grade]
1. Finished majority of the test in 30 minutes
2.Fell asleep
3.woke up and finished remaining 16 questions of total 100
4. Fall asleep.
5. wake up from dream about becoming a YouTube star...soon to be true (not).
6. spend remaining 30 minutes amusing myself by spinning my pencil, thinking about the people I've met and fun times in the class, messing with Avi, and just sitting and thinking about nothing.
I also thought for some reason about Doctor Who. The theme song kept repeating in my head.
Phew. Here it goes.
I, Sibi, am no longer a DWirgin. A Doctor Who virgin. I watched the Planet of the Dead on YouTube instead of studying.
My rating: pretty good. The actors are superb (save for the weird black psychic lady), the show has substance and the music is, again, catchy catchy. It's been a while since I've really watched a show and gotten into it and I hope to get into DW. But I digress. Like always.
DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO TAKE A FINAL WITH THE BEACH BOYS GOING THROUGH YOUR HEAD?
I didn't even know the correct words...
Just the same incorrect lyrics again and again and again and again.
So I finish the test and the class and leave.
I run into my Mo Pro teacher who says I have to make up a DBQ today.
I say okay.
I run into Mr. Trewick who says I have to get a signed letter by parents regarding my absences.
I say okay.
So I run home and print off another stupid article about scarcity for Mo Pro.
I get a signature from parents explaining my absences.
I also manage to shoot some hoops. I was 56/75 which is not bad.
Trot trot trot back to school.
I arrive and confront my Mo Pro teacher. I take the test. I give it to him.
He looks at me. I look at him. The test is just in his hands. We part without saying anything.
Good.
I confront the office. I hand them my letter. Lady says ok. Asks about my name spelling and proceeds to tell me that I have a great last name and that I'm cool and blah blah blah. WTF? Leave me alone, office lady.
I then see Partha and we both head off to AP Chem. For a party that we were not invited to. That you had to pay money for.
I did not pay any dinero but I did have:
-2 bowls of ice cream
-2 fruit bars
-a donut
-2 slices of pizza
-one diabetic coma
-a small stroke
and various other illnesses from the massive intake of sugar/sodium.
So I staggered out of there and school was over.
I then realized that I had conflicting plans (My social life is on FIRE)
I promised Avi that we would hang out. Avi and I said we would first hang out in eighth grade summer. We were finally going to hang out now after five years. Intense stuff right here.
I also was invited to shoot some hoops with a whole bunch of people.
I also was invited to go work out and trick.
I also was supposed to volunteer.
So I dropped my brother at work and combined everything together.
I shoot hoops with Avi and friends then Avi and I hanged out. Hung out. You know what I mean.
And then I came home around 9:00, ate dinner and watched a whole bunch of short films for the short film that my brothers, Jenny and I will be making which reminds me:
IF ANYONE WANTS TO BE AN ACTOR/ ACTRESS IN THE FILM, comment below or text me or FaceBook me! It's going to be good! And we could use all of the extras we can get!
So then I wrote this blog.
Which you probably didn't read all the way.
Which I get.
Which means that if you got all of the way down here, and read everything and noticed the secret word that I put in the middle paragraph, you win.
Ha! You probably checked for a secret word. There isn't one.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Hmm.
Just stop.
It's a good thing that I am a good actor. I can fake it. I can sell you anything.
AND YOU WILL FUCKING BUY IT.
I am different. And you know this. I am crazy. And you see this.
Stop treating me like shit.
I am a human.
I am not perfect. I am not a god. I am not in control.
But I am still human. I make mistakes. I fuck up. All the time.
But don't abuse your power.
I'm trying so hard to keep it together.
I'm trying so hard to keep it together.
My insecurities eat me alive every day.
I have to deal with shit that you and everyone like you and everyone else will never have to deal with.
My past is unusual to say the least. My present is wasted. My future is unclear.
My past is unusual to say the least. My present is wasted. My future is unclear.
I have to work twice as hard as everyone else JUST TO MAKE IT BY. I don't need your shit
shoveled on top. I'm trying to save what's left.
It's a good thing that I am a good actor. I can fake it. I can sell you anything.
AND YOU WILL FUCKING BUY IT.
I am different. And you know this. I am crazy. And you see this.
But just stop fucking with my emotions. All I want is to be normal and fit in.
Enough pretending. Enough games. Enough facades.
Enough pretending. Enough games. Enough facades.
I'm done with this shit.
But I still want to have that feeling again. That feeling of being....wanted.
God, that feels good.
Pathetic? Yes.
God, that feels good.
Pathetic? Yes.
But needed? Double yes.
Just a PSA.
Monday, March 12, 2012
5 Things That I should be Doing Instead of Writing a new Blog
Hey.
I'm back.
So what have I been doing? Good question.
I was working on making a vlog. Vlog = video blog (in case you didn't know).
I say "was" because I was too lazy to finish it.
I shot all of the scenes, got all the music and ...well laziness kicked in.
This entire weekend, I did not do any homework.
No, that's not true.
THIS ENTIRE SEMESTER I HAVE NOT DONE ANY HOMEWORK.
A true "second semester" senior right here.
I just spend my time surfing YouTube, shooting hoops, reading random things on the Internet. And walking around. I spend a lot of time walking around, just thinking about college, school, girls, tricking, and anything else I really want to.
But back to the vlog. I may actually make/finish it but that's only if people want me too.
But here is what I would have put into my vlog (BTW this blog has the same title as the vlog. Fun fact).
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#5:
So starting off at number five, it would be doing Mo Pro.
(WHAT AGAIN MO PRO!?!? THIS GUY SUCKS...)
Yes, again Mo Pro. I finally turned in Part one.
I'm not sure what grade I got on it. I could check on Skyward but I don't really wanna see it.
Ignorance is bliss my friends and laziness is it's cousin.
so now I have to do part two which I still havent started. That's due.....soon.
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#4:
Practicing my rap career. As of right now, it's nonexistent. But that's cause I dont practice.
It's a vicious cycle.
I have rapped on CD's in the past and I especially love rapping for school projects.
Nerdy? Yes.
Sexy? No, not even close.
But fun? Hell to the yes.
I have been jamming to a lot of rap recently, especially Eminem and Royce Da 5'9.
Listen to them. They are good.
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#3:
Physical therapy.
If you didn't know, I tore everything in my knee this summer and had surgery. I went to PT every other day but now I haven't gone in two months.
My doctor hasn't cleared me to do anything but I have already shot hoops.
I would like to get my knee back to a hundred percent but I just don't have the time. Which sucks. Cause I want to trick again.
Sad face.
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#2:
Make a "Shit that _____________ say" video
My friend was showing me a couple of these and she thought that I should make some for Wayzata.
So I did. Enjoy.
"I actually know every one in my school! By first name!"
"We don't have enough people in our school."
"Late start? No thanks."
"Yes! Smaller lunches for more money!"
"Yes! A pep fest!"
"Yes! Advisory! Hopefully some surveys too!"
"4x? Ehh. I guess it was kinda hard."
"PFAM should be an AP class. I'm failing bro."
"Duude! My duuuiiiii!"
" What up bro!"
"Johnson is...not that funny."
"Who cares man? We got TVs and clickers!"
"I love my clicker! It gets soo much use."
"Traffic into the school? Such a breeze."
" I don't take enough AP classes..."
" I wish I went to Hopkins sometimes..."
" How could you hate freshman?"
" I hope I never graduate. High school is the best four years of my life."
I'll probably make more as I think of them.
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#1:
PRACTICING FOR BECOMING A VEGETARIAN
Whoa what?
I'll back track.
So at lunch, I was talking to some people (they will remain nameless...ok intitals will suffice). I was talking to AB, KE and AK, who are all vegetarians. I've always thought about why you should be a veggie and I struck up a "convo" with these lovely people. They must have been salesmen before because they really made buy into the whole "hipster-veggie-no eating of animals with faces-new-modern-sleek-sexy-green things are friends" lifestyle.
AK: Yeah being a veggie man is fun.
Me: So...no meat ever?
AB, KE, AK: Yep.
Me: Egg? Meat yay or nay?
AK: Yay, meat.
Me: What about fish? I know some people wh-
AK: Meat. Next.
Me: ...
Me: I hate this.
So after debating, arguing, and tears, I came to a conclusion.
Me: I will spend the entire next week....oh god why....eating only VEGGIES!!
(cue epic music)
AB: Oh! Good luck!
AK: What? Why?
KE: (heh heh) Cabbage and lettuce....
I have now gone two days without eating meat. BUT IT'S SOOO TEMPTING.
My family knows of my challenge and like a supportive system, they are helping me out.
Dad: So no meat huh?
Me: Yep. A whole week.
Dad: Hmm. That's too bad. Hey you want some scrambled eggs? With some sausages too? And some bacon?
Me: What? Noo! Leave me alone, you monster.
Mom: Yeah leave him alone!
Me: Thanks!
Mom: He's "meating" a new challenge head on.
Me: Really? We're resorting to meat puns?
Brother 1: Hey, "lettuce" help you! Get it?
Me: Har har. Very funny. Could you just leave me alone please?
Brother 2: Cmon man. We're just raisin the low mood around here.
Me:....
Me: Oh how sweet death looks right now.
So yeah. A whole week of veggies. Of lettuce and cabbage. Which is dumb because lettuce is about 70% water. So I'd be better off eating/drinking only water....
Good bye fancy indian foods.
Hello cabbage. And lettuce. And tomatoes. And starvation. And sadness.
Oh boy. This weekend is going to be rough.
Pray for me will ya? I'm not religious but this week will test me.
I'm back.
So what have I been doing? Good question.
I was working on making a vlog. Vlog = video blog (in case you didn't know).
I say "was" because I was too lazy to finish it.
I shot all of the scenes, got all the music and ...well laziness kicked in.
This entire weekend, I did not do any homework.
No, that's not true.
THIS ENTIRE SEMESTER I HAVE NOT DONE ANY HOMEWORK.
A true "second semester" senior right here.
I just spend my time surfing YouTube, shooting hoops, reading random things on the Internet. And walking around. I spend a lot of time walking around, just thinking about college, school, girls, tricking, and anything else I really want to.
But back to the vlog. I may actually make/finish it but that's only if people want me too.
But here is what I would have put into my vlog (BTW this blog has the same title as the vlog. Fun fact).
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#5:
So starting off at number five, it would be doing Mo Pro.
(WHAT AGAIN MO PRO!?!? THIS GUY SUCKS...)
Yes, again Mo Pro. I finally turned in Part one.
I'm not sure what grade I got on it. I could check on Skyward but I don't really wanna see it.
Ignorance is bliss my friends and laziness is it's cousin.
so now I have to do part two which I still havent started. That's due.....soon.
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#4:
Practicing my rap career. As of right now, it's nonexistent. But that's cause I dont practice.
It's a vicious cycle.
I have rapped on CD's in the past and I especially love rapping for school projects.
Nerdy? Yes.
Sexy? No, not even close.
But fun? Hell to the yes.
I have been jamming to a lot of rap recently, especially Eminem and Royce Da 5'9.
Listen to them. They are good.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
#3:
Physical therapy.
If you didn't know, I tore everything in my knee this summer and had surgery. I went to PT every other day but now I haven't gone in two months.
My doctor hasn't cleared me to do anything but I have already shot hoops.
I would like to get my knee back to a hundred percent but I just don't have the time. Which sucks. Cause I want to trick again.
Sad face.
____________________________________________________
#2:
Make a "Shit that _____________ say" video
My friend was showing me a couple of these and she thought that I should make some for Wayzata.
So I did. Enjoy.
"I actually know every one in my school! By first name!"
"We don't have enough people in our school."
"Late start? No thanks."
"Yes! Smaller lunches for more money!"
"Yes! A pep fest!"
"Yes! Advisory! Hopefully some surveys too!"
"4x? Ehh. I guess it was kinda hard."
"PFAM should be an AP class. I'm failing bro."
"Duude! My duuuiiiii!"
" What up bro!"
"Johnson is...not that funny."
"Who cares man? We got TVs and clickers!"
"I love my clicker! It gets soo much use."
"Traffic into the school? Such a breeze."
" I don't take enough AP classes..."
" I wish I went to Hopkins sometimes..."
" How could you hate freshman?"
" I hope I never graduate. High school is the best four years of my life."
I'll probably make more as I think of them.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
#1:
PRACTICING FOR BECOMING A VEGETARIAN
Whoa what?
I'll back track.
So at lunch, I was talking to some people (they will remain nameless...ok intitals will suffice). I was talking to AB, KE and AK, who are all vegetarians. I've always thought about why you should be a veggie and I struck up a "convo" with these lovely people. They must have been salesmen before because they really made buy into the whole "hipster-veggie-no eating of animals with faces-new-modern-sleek-sexy-green things are friends" lifestyle.
AK: Yeah being a veggie man is fun.
Me: So...no meat ever?
AB, KE, AK: Yep.
Me: Egg? Meat yay or nay?
AK: Yay, meat.
Me: What about fish? I know some people wh-
AK: Meat. Next.
Me: ...
Me: I hate this.
So after debating, arguing, and tears, I came to a conclusion.
Me: I will spend the entire next week....oh god why....eating only VEGGIES!!
(cue epic music)
AB: Oh! Good luck!
AK: What? Why?
KE: (heh heh) Cabbage and lettuce....
I have now gone two days without eating meat. BUT IT'S SOOO TEMPTING.
My family knows of my challenge and like a supportive system, they are helping me out.
Dad: So no meat huh?
Me: Yep. A whole week.
Dad: Hmm. That's too bad. Hey you want some scrambled eggs? With some sausages too? And some bacon?
Me: What? Noo! Leave me alone, you monster.
Mom: Yeah leave him alone!
Me: Thanks!
Mom: He's "meating" a new challenge head on.
Me: Really? We're resorting to meat puns?
Brother 1: Hey, "lettuce" help you! Get it?
Me: Har har. Very funny. Could you just leave me alone please?
Brother 2: Cmon man. We're just raisin the low mood around here.
Me:....
Me: Oh how sweet death looks right now.
So yeah. A whole week of veggies. Of lettuce and cabbage. Which is dumb because lettuce is about 70% water. So I'd be better off eating/drinking only water....
Good bye fancy indian foods.
Hello cabbage. And lettuce. And tomatoes. And starvation. And sadness.
Oh boy. This weekend is going to be rough.
Pray for me will ya? I'm not religious but this week will test me.
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