Day 52: My "New" Dream and A Bland Day

It was a bland day, for the most part except somethings that were cool.

So back in February, Simon and I decided that we were going to become Christmas Tree farmers in Clear Lake in California and during the off season we were going to have a bought where we were going to go around the lake and people would hire us to give messages and we would be modern day Troubadours! Then I found out that opening up a Russo-Jewish restaurant would be also awesome, so I've decided to do the two. I'm going to also have a bought were I would make deliveries on it. It's going to be great!

At my restaurant, we would serve Borscht, Motzaball soup, and donuts. Like a Tim Horton's, but Russian and Jewish.

Day 51: I Think I Wrote Another Essay?

 

I did not write one today, but in total, I wrote a total of five essays this week, one more than anticipated. I still hated it.

The reason why I didn't write another one was because I had to go to RCIA and three things made it go well. Here are the reasons in orders.

1: I had coffee before it and during, so I stayed awake.
2: "Jesus...was a swell guy.'-my teacher.
3: The lovely Elizabeth brought me warm pie and a can of whipped cream to put it on. My day was made.

Day 50: Essays

I need to apologize for the lack of updates last week. Let me use one word: Essays.

I wrote an essay the night before, it turns out I misread the prompt, and I had to write an brand new essay. Today, i wrote three essays. It took me about seven hours to do. Do I regret doing them, yes. Do I wish I wouldn't have to, yes. Did I hate my life a bit, yes.

It goes to show, that English class, isn't always fun and essays are the bane of my existence.

Day 49: New Shirt

I am seriously tired of all of this nonsense.

We've been having a lot drumline drama because our leader was being challenged. Then we had a meeting about it, it didn't really help, all it was bring out grievances and people trying to cover for themselves because no one wants to be blamed.

We had ANOTHER meeting today. Instead of having all of the drumline, we only had about 5 of us and it was even harder. Ian was changing subjects a lot, but then again it's hard for him to stay on subject and he always has this comedic way to his words that is good for relief, but our leadering mean, Tyler, is always being mean towards him. Then we didn't get much done except establish that out Tyler doesn't like the idea of using the song "Seven Nation Army" as a cadence and would rather use something that he got from a retired marching band direct from the Midwest. Also they harped a lot on two other members Jose and Parker( whom people are always mean toward).

Oh the joys of our little dysfunctional group...

Day 48: There's A 47 Somewhere...

As explanation for Day 47, it's just that I didn't get my phone back till I got home from school and I had to play at a Volleyball game.

Have you ever had so much on you that it gets overwhelming? That's such a broad statement isn't it? Well in all honesty, that's how I feel. I feel overworked. I have a rough draft due tomorrow along with a rewrite of an essay, two essays due Friday and then another essay due next Monday. I want to shoot myself. I'm glad I was able to get other homework out of the way during school. All of these essays, they all pertain to my Expository Reading and Writing Class. I have been driven mad to it.

I decided to give up while I was writing my essays due Friday, so I picked up my trusty banjo, and learned "The Entertainer". I feel better now, I'm ready for a new day.

Day 40-46: The Lost Week

Days 40 and 41 were normal and there are pictures for that day, but if I only had the chance to recover them...

This last week days 42 through 46 will be considered different.

I will refer to this week as the "Lost" week, not because of the TV show, but because of a lot of nonsense that was going on within my life that I had to evade long enough till I felt ready to go back to, and here I am, ready and waiting. I only wait till tomorrow to see where this all takes me.

I hope in the future, I will remember this week and look back on it as a lesson to me, and to others.

Day 39: More Fury and How I Win at Selling Chocolate

I win at selling selling chocolate. 'Nough said. End of sentence, period. I was able to sell 37 chocolates to a girl in Wind. I feel like a hero. Not sure why, but I do. Also before that, I sold 13 chocolates before and so far I am beating BJ and Seth, my chocolate rivals.

Imagine seeing someone you know, who never gets mad, get mad and make you feel scared. I experienced this today. I'm happy that I wasn't in the line of fire, but I stood there along side the rest of the guys in Wind. I wanted to leave the band room and hide. I've never seen him get so mad that he goes berserk. He sent Quinn out to the office not before giving him a good verbal lashing. Quinn got a what for that he deserved, but I still felt scared. I hope to never see it again...

Day 38: SIGH... and Chocolate Wars

The chocolate wars is on. In my band class we're selling chocolate to fund raise for our trip to The Kennedy Center. I'm all for everyone having their chance at selling and people buying and to make money, but I have a rivalry with two other kids. One is a Lawrence(BJ) and I must sell more than him, I'm not sure why, but I must. I actually can't really remember why, but still I must win. My other rival is Seth(a relatively nice guy). Now there is a reason why. He is employing the aid of our friend Ean(yes, that is the correct spelling) and he has money. So I, as an under privileged, impoverished, Mexican child, I see it as my prerogative to have people buy from me and not from them. It is a shallow and underhanded way to sell, but it is my gimmick so I must use it, plus it's true. For the record, I was able to sell all 50 chocolates in one day.

Do you ever see a probably once in a lifetime opportunity and you see it an go after it, but forces outside of your power prevent it. Well that happened to me. I wanted to go see Smashing Pumpkins in concert after not going on tour for 11 years. I was organizing a ride and my mother finally gave me the "OK" and much to my dismay( and luck) it was sold out. I was so upset that I hung up on my mom. My mom called me back later to  try to make me feel better, but she failed. Another thing was that as I was eating my soup I told my father that Elizabeth(honestly, you should know who she is now) and Louise(you should know her too, I think) are at a concert watching The Plain White Tees and my dad said if I asked him he would have let me go. I was so inwardly frustrated that there I wanted to throw my bowl of soup at the wall and flip the table over. 

There, I'm done ranting.

Day 37: Rain

You can't tell by the picture, but it began sprinkling when this picture was taken. It rained today, it still is raining.

Petrichor: The smell of the Earth after it rains. I can smell this and I have the ability to smell it preemptively. I know when it's going to rain by the smell of the air, which is that, but before the rain happens.

I've drunken 6 servings of iced tea today. I am proud.

Days 32-36: Not A Good Week

I will write keywords for that last week so that in the future I will remember.


Day 32

"Fear" and "Calm Before The Storm"

Day 33:

"Wrath" and "Disappointment"


Day 34:

"Surprised" and "Confused(kinda sorta)" also "Hiding"

Day 35:

"Stocks-CHD. HEIA, KIRK"

Day 36:

"Headache" "Football Game" "Awkward" "Going Through the Window"