Homecoming Huzzahs
[ 8 Comments ] Posted on 10.12.04 in awesomeness, complaints, high school
Homecoming week is insanely overrated. Girls pacing in the hallways talking to other girls about “him,” everyone dressing up for exceedingly lame theme days in the week leading up to the dance, and, yes, even the dance itself.
There are only three aspects of this week that have me somewhat excited:
First, there is a general lack of schoolwork. Teachers, for some reason, see what I do not in regards to this occasion and, as such, they aren’t assigning much work. Huzzah for controlled apathy!
Second, Wednesday is the only good theme day, especially for the Juniors this year. We are dressing in the garb of the 1970s: the decade of Welcome Back Kotter, Richard Milhouse, and the later years of the unwarranted military action in Viet Nam. In fact, I just went to the local Salvation Army to find pants that complement my and white leather shoes. Huzzah for the attire of the poor people who saw the last of the Volkswagen Beetles roll off the line in 1974 to make way for the ever-lame Superbeetles!
Last, there is football on Thursday. Though I’ll have to finagle getting out of the weekly Thursday Night Chicken Wing ritual at O’Keefe’s with my family, I look forward to seeing the PHUHS ‘Canes grab their second win of the season. Granted, our first win was just last week, but I’m going out on a limb and guessing that this is the beginning of a trend and our season is on the up-and-up. Huzzah for, if anything, a good laugh!
Other than that, the general atmosphere of Homecoming isn’t special. I’m not saying that this is a bad week, as I would never be so Grinch-esque. It’s just another normal week, just made into something it isn’t by people. I don’t blame these folks or look down upon them, it’s a mere difference of opinion.
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P.S. I will, however, be going to dinner on Friday night at Angellino’s. What can I say, I’m a sucker for buffets.
Winter jazz, Summer blues
[ 5 Comments ] Posted on 10.06.04 in music
After enduring the torment of the recent hurricane season, I have decided to release an official statement welcoming winter (seeing as how there is no autumn to speak of in this subtropical climate, I’ve decided to leave that salutation to the nerds up north who collect leaves or whatever it is they do). But the question arises: when, if ever, will Mother Nature bestow upon us the refreshing cool air?
You know it’s here when you wake up in the morning and, upon stepping on the tile floor in the bathroom, the frigid ceramic appeases your fiery soul, fueled by months of heat and/or humidity. The night before, you’re none the wiser, but in that fleeting moment – that blip of existence that otherwise would be meaningless – you are rejuvenated for another whole year; rejuvenated enough to start complaining about the cold and impatiently waiting for summer to arrive.
In the past, the cooler October airs have come in just in time to welcome the Clearwater Jazz Holiday, but I’ve never been. So, I made the decision today to bring in the cold months at Coachman Park from 14 – 17 October while hearing some stellar music. You may join if you’d like.
Say yes to crack
[ 2 Comments ] Posted on 10.01.04 in observations, random
Some people are down-pushers. Others are yankers. Me? I’m a side-cracker.
If ever I realize that I indeed have feet, and protruding from their central mass are these little appendages called toes, I have the urge to do it. First, though, one must tenderize the muscle by way of backward stretching against a hard floor. Then, to get the little buggers in the mood, one has to massage the mutual skin shared in the trenches between each individual podiatric battlefield. Only then, my friends, can the cracking commence.
Granted, it can’t be done too regularly. And most of the time I don’t manage to even consider it. But when the urge comes and I am in a position inclined to crackage, it remains one of the few joys left in this world for me.
Therefore, like the radicals that have cultivated the human paradigm in the past, I propose that all persons wishing to live happy, healthy lives crack their toes. By whatever means possible, if people hear the joyous little snap of the socket a few times per week, I believe that the human experience in this world can be made more bearable, if not enjoyable for those in dire, crackless states.