2013: The Misadventure of a Year

My year of 2013 started off pretty good I would say. I was a Freshmen playing for the varsity basketball team and none of my classes were too hard. The only thing that could have made it better would have been if I would have been crushing on just one girl but, I wasn't. When I finally figured out my girl problem, school and my track season were already just about finished. That left me a whole summer to do almost anything I wanted to. So, I went to Minnesota, summer camp, and South Carolina. Then, pretty much spent the rest of my time being a full time bum in my room playing video games until early in the morning. Now this whole time, that one girl was there, but I didn't pay nearly as much attention to her as I should have. Then this school year started and we would go to football games and watch movies together a whole bunch, but after awhile we just stopped making plans to see each other and I think that is when we started to notice how far we had grown apart. But, I pretended not to notice and that everything was perfect. Nothing is ever perfect. And maybe this pretending is why it hurt so much and still hurts. It was childish and foolish to pretend, but since then, I've promised myself to never be so naive again. For some reason though, she returned and I like to think that everything is okay between us, but I guess old habits die hard. I am pretty sure that I've already broken my promise. I just want things to work out so badly. And hopefully they will. During that, my sister pretty much got kicked out of my house, my grandma discovered that her whole body is practically cancer-ridden, and my cousins' places were hit by the tornado. Overall, I would say this year has been too bad to remember the good times.

Week 15: The Exploits of 2 Extremely Chill Dudes

If Mr. Showers were to steal the governments weather machine, Stone, my trusty companion, and I would have to take him on by ourselves because we are the only ones with enough epic take down/ spy/ fighting/ basketball/ jujitsu/ karate/ matrix/ alien slaying/ dragon exterminating/ bad dude brawling skills. Miranda is my bestie. Continuing with the story now, we would find his secret lair of evil and then blockade it from the outside world with our cloaking and force field devices on our vehicles of mass awesomeness. Then we would just slowly bait him outside by cooking good smelling food right outside his door. When he would finally come out of hiding, we would invite him to join us for the meal and then when he would sit down, the cloaking device would turn off and he would find out he was actually inside our driving/ flying mechanism. Next, we would fly away and blow up his sanctuary so no one could use that terrible machine ever again.

Week 14: Rerum concordia discors

If my up was suddenly down, and down was up, I would feel like I touched the frog from "Raconte-Moi Une Histoire" by M83. I say this because that song is absolutely insane. When I listen to the lyrics, I wonder if the world tastes as good as it looks when "everything looks like a giant cupcake," but my point being, that it would be very strange trying live in a world where up was down and vice versa. First of all, I would have to deal with the fact that if I ever wanted to go outside again I would either need a leash or to be strapped in everything upside down. The complications that would come with that are incredible! Cars would have to be manufactured differently just for my safety and that's just the beginning. I mean, they could just seatbelt me in the right way, but sooner or later, I would lose consciousness from all the blood rushing to my head. Then, at the hospital, there would need to be an anti-gravity chamber so the nurses and doctors could actually reach me. I think, that if this were to happen, I would just be forced to live in my room for the rest of my life. Hopefully, my friends would come visit and my parents would bring me food because if not I would die either from loneliness or starvation, which I hope to never die from either one.

La Semaine 13: Bon Nourriture

I was looking forward to, not a specific dish of food, but the endless amount of food that would be available. Sadly, at least a hundred of my so called "relatives" (I say that because I don't even know half of those people. They are like cousins of cousins and great great aunts and one time a homeless man even came)  show up to my Thanksgiving feast and they make my line for seconds and thirds even longer than it needs to be. Luckily this year, I was at the beginning of the line and was able to get the best choices. Then, I just munched on desserts until, the dinner line died down enough to get the leftovers. I would have to say that my favorite item was this cinnamony bread cream cheese desert thing. It tasted a lot better than my description made it sound.

Week 12

Well, I don't really know where to start, but somewhere is better than nowhere. Now, let's see.... I appreciate you, a lot. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and you make so happy. If I were to have written this a week or two ago, I don't know if I would still be able to appreciate you for the same reasons I am now. For the past couple weeks, you have been here for me when I've needed you and I'm glad you've moved on from the fling you had with that unmentionable just a bit ago. I hope we stay happy forever and I guess that sounds childish, but that is all I want.