Going up!
[ No Comments ] Posted on 11.01.05 in awesomeness, friends, high school
When I awoke this morning, I had no idea that this day would amount to what it turned out to be. I rose, took a shower, got my coffee, and went to school as usual, never suspecting that the day would hold anything as wonderful as the events that transpired.
Surprise.
After lunch, I was given the honor of riding in the school elevator for the first time in my academic career. I was on the ground level outside of Mr. Coffman’s room, complaining that I had to walk an unreasonable distance to the stairs so that I could get to my coaching class in Mr. Pete Just’s room – a location directly above where I was. I would have had to walk so far to get to a room that I could physically see.
That’s when Lizzie Wellings lent me her elevator key. God bless her.
The moral of the story: make friends with cripples, because they will make your day that much sweeter.
Swingtown
[ 6 Comments ] Posted on 06.18.05 in friends, funny stories
Yesterday, I spent a good deal of time carting my great friend Ying around town because she needed a chauffeur whilst her car was being repaired at the Honda dealership in Pinellas Park. Because we were in South County already, we decided to make a stop at her “favorite fast food restaurant”:http://www.evos.com/home.cfm and then, because we are a couple of crazy kids, we found a nifty park wherein we could play on the swings.
I swear, these swings were like rocking death seats. With every glide back and forth, these things would let out a piercing sound that, from what I could guess, resembled the mating call of a blue whale. The seats were so low and awkwardly bent just enough to make the pain in our butts noticeable without actually causing them to go numb after a few minutes of swinging.
Other than that, though, the overall swinging experience was fun. That is, of course, until it tuckered us out – an occurrence that didn’t take ten minutes to become a reality. At the end of our swing session, my biceps were strained from grabbing, by legs were dead from kicking, and my ambition was ripped at the seams. I just wanted to sit on a bench somewhere.
Seriously, how do little kids do it? They can tackle monkey bars, teeter-totters, slides, and swings like they claim the local playground as the primary residence on their 1040 form in May. They must be little balls of insane amounts of energy. Either that or they constantly snort cocaine.
Good Morning, Good Morning
[ 3 Comments ] Posted on 06.02.05 in friends
Today I woke up to the cellular phone call of two of my lovely female friends in my kitchen who took it upon themselves to let themselves into my house in the wee hours of the morning. Well, I guess all of that would have to depend on your definition of “wee hours,” but my 11:00 AM wakeup call was a bit difficult to cope with. That just goes to show what summer vacation will do to a boy.
Either way, I’m grateful to have such close friends that would wake me up like so. It’s better than a silly alarm clock and more efficient than waiting for your body to wake itself.
As much as I consider awakening, I cannot bar myself from inevitably delving into the hypothetical realm of consciousness that considers awakening’s fundamental opposite: falling asleep. And that only leads me to consider death. I know: this newfound dreary and depressed funk I’m in does strange things to my thought patterns.
Anyhow, after considering the possibilities, I would like to die in a similar manner, surrounded by my closest friends. But there should be more chicks. Wearing cheerleader outfits. That brought pizza.