Friday, May 29, 2009

Yup, I'm....

Take no notice of the title. I just wanted to say that. Write it. Whatever. Anyway, I have been looking at my posts and decided that recently they have been particularly bland and effortless. Of course, I tried at the time, but in retro-spect (I know that word's not hyphen-ated but -I- li-ke hy-ph-en-szszszszs.) they are much like the Saltine crackers of my blog. Nice in their own right, for a while at least, but many more of them and my raving, rabid, rabies (whoops, not that one, sorry!) readers would really retaliate reprehensibly. Is that enough "r"-starting-with words for you? It was for me, I never want to use an "r" again--they now make me feel rather (dang it, there's two... shoot, one more... NNNOOOOOO!!! they're entirely unavoidabler than I thought!!!) nauseous. It'll pass though.

Anyway, I was just thinking today about how silly it is that the closer you get to the end of the school year (June fourth for me, YAY.) the more teachers seem to insist upon giving you one final project, test, homework assignment, chapter to read, whatever. And I just want to know (perfectly truly and honestly): WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM??? Why am I not allowed to relax in my final days before the half toil/half freeness of summer comes about and I am once again left at home six days a week with only a rabbit for company? WHY?

But that's not why I was writing. I was simply going to tell anyone who cares that I am not going to bother tanning this summer, because it just winds up groty and peeling by three days later, no matter how well it looked first off. And, in other news: the first ice cream truck of the year came around today. I never knew they still existed before I moved here six years ago. I was always so happy, even though I only ever bought one popsicle from one of them once, because the music sounded like wind-chimes and magic and happiness. Today, it sounded like a broken, worn-out music box. Why do things change on me like that?

That was going to be all--that tiny bit I just wrote directly above, skipping the first two parts. But if I'd stopped after that, this would have just been another plain old Saltine then, wouldn't it? Welcome back, old posting style! I missed you! (Yeah, those last two exclamations there.... They were me talking to my style of writing. And I am glad I said it, for it shall never feel under-appreciated again.)


Katsu13 said...

okay first oof, id like to take that rabbit off ur hands. so u will be COMPLETELY alone plus now i get a rabbit. and also, as soon as i read the part about the icecream truck, I HEARD ONE OUT MY WINDOW. my mom never let me go to an icecream truck because she said they would poison my icecream and even if they didnt that my arteries would get clogged. *is overcome by hatred and cannot continue to write*

already_in_the_air said...

Yeah, I don't think so! Steve is my bunny and I'm his favorite person EVER!!! He'd EAT YOU. Starting with your toe-nails and then your hair and then he'd hop away 'cuz he'd be full and a little sick then come back for the rest of you later. He is MINE.

I totally understand your whole mom-not-letting-you-have-stuff anger. My mom took a Twix Bar from me and put it high on a shelf so I could eat it "later". Four days "later" I asked for it and she had EATEN IT. Gr. I have only ever had five Twix bars in my whole life, and they were the MINI kinds. The one she ate was KING SIZE.... I must go buy a Twix.

Anonymous said...

i haven't heard anyone use the word "groty" in forever. it is a truly awesome word that deserves to be used more often.