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.
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