Today my father came over, as he usually does on saturdays. It started out with us just doing our usual things, arguing over who's phone is better, telling each other how mean we are, and hugging each other repeatedly. When I was playing video games, around 3, he said he was going to go. I said "NOOO!" And asked him where he was going. He told me he was going to go over to library and do some writing. I looked at Thomas and asked him when Tony was going to be over.
"6:00," he told me and than said as long as I was back by than, it would be okay to go to the library. I got some bus fare out of my quarter collection, and me and my dad left the house.
Not 2 mminutes into the walk we were already arguing about where the nearest library was. We both agreed that it was on Woodstalk, but he thought that Woodstalk was back in the Mt. Scott direction. I corrected him, and said that it was actually down on 82nd. He looked at me for a second and than said "your probably right," and we started walking.
It almost felt like driving with my mom or Thomas, because he was on his phone almost 50% of the time we were walking, and the other 50% he was telling me about how i didn't know how happy he was to have a phone. Every time he said that I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows, followed by him calling me mean.
I am not mean. Well maybe sometimes I can be a little discouraging, but I wouldn't call it mean. I can understand why I would be mean to him though, because I had just spent the last 5 days with a bunch of dumbnuts that thought cake was made entirely out of frosting. Obviosly he has never had cake before.
When we got to 82nd we didn't know wether to go right or left, so we went into a plaid pantry and asked. I thought that we had to go right and the cashier confirmed that. Thats when I started yelling "WHAT NOW!" And "IN YOUR FACE!" To him.
Every single time we turned the corner i said that it was only going to be a few more blocks and in 3 blocks I would say that I was sure it was going to be after this building, and so on and so forth.
Eventually we got to the library, and we signed up for computers and waited, all that jazz. I think it is really fun to write someplace other than my house or grandma's. It is a change in apnosphere, and it kind of inspires me to write.
Note: The reason Tony is coming to pick me up is that me and him and Amy are going to go see the new Twilight movie, Eclipse, tonight and I am really excited. I will have a full breakdown of it either tomorrow or the next day. Sigh... i love writing in the library.
Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts
7.03.2010
6.26.2010
Me and My Daddy,
I just want to start by saying that I will not be blogging until Thursday, when I arrive back from my, supposed to be awesome, basketball camp. I will share my journals and the feeling of having a real shower after 5 days of sweating. Do they have showers at colleges? I hope so because I can barely stand myself after 1 game of basketball. In the words of grandma, "Sssss!"
Today was the day where my daddy was supposed to come over, and he did and it was awesome. He got to our front door at about 10 and that surprised me because, on days that he hasn't partied, he usually gets up at around 1. He told me that his bag had gotten stolen, and that made me mad because he was writing a story that I wanted to read.
We were going to watch the world cup game, but I decided that I wanted to go play basketball, and my father followed suit. I taught him some of the basics, of how to hold the balls and how to dribble them and how to hold them, while your dribbling them. I have to say that he got pretty good, at least the way he shot got better. He looked like some people that i know who are pretty good.
When we came back in, the world cup game was on and so we watched that for a while. My dad fell asleep, and eventually got to taking a nap. He was asleep for such a long time, that I went out to play and than came in, watched television, and after that he was still sleeping.
Once he woke up, me and my father went out and started to haul dirt and we realized one huge problem, we had to much dirt, and when I say to much dirt I mean that we are going to have 2 cubic feet of dirt in our driveway for the rest of our lives. We did so good, we filled in the bed and now we are okay to plant onions. Yeah!
After that we started to wash Thomas' car, because my dad needed some money. It was so fun to spray that nice blue car with water. So cool.
After that we went down to plaid pantry and me and my father had a really nice chat. All in all it was a nice, last day before basketball camp.
Today was the day where my daddy was supposed to come over, and he did and it was awesome. He got to our front door at about 10 and that surprised me because, on days that he hasn't partied, he usually gets up at around 1. He told me that his bag had gotten stolen, and that made me mad because he was writing a story that I wanted to read.
We were going to watch the world cup game, but I decided that I wanted to go play basketball, and my father followed suit. I taught him some of the basics, of how to hold the balls and how to dribble them and how to hold them, while your dribbling them. I have to say that he got pretty good, at least the way he shot got better. He looked like some people that i know who are pretty good.
When we came back in, the world cup game was on and so we watched that for a while. My dad fell asleep, and eventually got to taking a nap. He was asleep for such a long time, that I went out to play and than came in, watched television, and after that he was still sleeping.
Once he woke up, me and my father went out and started to haul dirt and we realized one huge problem, we had to much dirt, and when I say to much dirt I mean that we are going to have 2 cubic feet of dirt in our driveway for the rest of our lives. We did so good, we filled in the bed and now we are okay to plant onions. Yeah!
After that we started to wash Thomas' car, because my dad needed some money. It was so fun to spray that nice blue car with water. So cool.
After that we went down to plaid pantry and me and my father had a really nice chat. All in all it was a nice, last day before basketball camp.
4.04.2010
Traditional American Easter... and to Some People, not so Traditional
Me and my dad had been vegging out on the couch watching a cool show called Locked Up World Tour. It was a really cool show, I didn't think it was about prison, the way everyone acted. They were all happy in perky, just thinking' "ya I killed 5 people and I am spending the rest of my life in prison YEAH," or "the thing I miss most from the outside world is peanut butter flavored Captain Crunch." So ya.
When my cousin Spencer went to bed at around 8:50 or so we watched that show for about 5 more minutes, than me and my dad wanted to watch the 7th season of Star Trek.
Their was this one funny time last week were I was in class and Mr. Bacon was talking about our E.P's and he asked:
"Does anyone know who Tupac is," he asked.
I swiftly replied by saying, "ya, he is from Star Trek Voyager," and that was me being a major dufas.
Anyway we watched the last season until about midnight when I fell asleep to the sound of Tazzer's firing and starships going into space to seek out new life forms, and to boldly go where no man has gone before. Oh ya, this is the life.
In my sleep i could feel a presents walking, or should I say hopping around the room, walking to every corner of the house and hiding his little egg's every were and than setting something by the couch I was sleeping on. And afterwards I could feel him briefly stepping outside to smoke.
I woke up to what I thought was a dog barking but turned out to be my dad snoring, man if he used both the mouth piece AND the nose strip at the same time, he would still snore like hell.
Fast-forward about an hour and everyone is up and bouncing around. My cousin Spencer was playing basketball with an Easter bunny and a laundry basket... poor bunny. The bunny that I got in my Easter basket was purple and me and My dad named him Norman Shankington Esq.
At around 10 we watched the new Project Runway episode that we couldn't watch the night before because we were to busy watching TUVOC and the whole Star Trek crew. It was pretty cool.
The rest of the day I played with N.S Esq. and my magic trick kit that I could only use to do 1 magic trick.
But finally it came time to feast upon the glorious ham and sweet potato's with marshmallows and of course the beans. Very Yummy.
We watched a show called american Dance crew until my mom came over with little Jasper-boo and we bid our aunts and dads and cousins goodbye and headed on home.
When my cousin Spencer went to bed at around 8:50 or so we watched that show for about 5 more minutes, than me and my dad wanted to watch the 7th season of Star Trek.
Their was this one funny time last week were I was in class and Mr. Bacon was talking about our E.P's and he asked:
"Does anyone know who Tupac is," he asked.
I swiftly replied by saying, "ya, he is from Star Trek Voyager," and that was me being a major dufas.
Anyway we watched the last season until about midnight when I fell asleep to the sound of Tazzer's firing and starships going into space to seek out new life forms, and to boldly go where no man has gone before. Oh ya, this is the life.
In my sleep i could feel a presents walking, or should I say hopping around the room, walking to every corner of the house and hiding his little egg's every were and than setting something by the couch I was sleeping on. And afterwards I could feel him briefly stepping outside to smoke.
I woke up to what I thought was a dog barking but turned out to be my dad snoring, man if he used both the mouth piece AND the nose strip at the same time, he would still snore like hell.
Fast-forward about an hour and everyone is up and bouncing around. My cousin Spencer was playing basketball with an Easter bunny and a laundry basket... poor bunny. The bunny that I got in my Easter basket was purple and me and My dad named him Norman Shankington Esq.
At around 10 we watched the new Project Runway episode that we couldn't watch the night before because we were to busy watching TUVOC and the whole Star Trek crew. It was pretty cool.
The rest of the day I played with N.S Esq. and my magic trick kit that I could only use to do 1 magic trick.
But finally it came time to feast upon the glorious ham and sweet potato's with marshmallows and of course the beans. Very Yummy.
We watched a show called american Dance crew until my mom came over with little Jasper-boo and we bid our aunts and dads and cousins goodbye and headed on home.
3.29.2010
Major Room clean-age,
I wonder how many times in my life I am going to have to clean my room. I realize that I don't clean my room as often as the average christian child, but when I do clean my room all the pain the comes when I clean my room weekly combines and makes one big horrible mess of pain. the only good thing about cleaning my room this time, was that my dad was there to talk to me and teach me how to make Shank's out of old twilight CDs that came with the book. Oh so much fun.
I woke up feeling like I was hungover. Which I pretty much was after the encounter I had on the road yesterday and also the encounter I had in the bathroom only 12 hours ago. 1 word... diarrhea. I hoisted myself out of my bed and hopelessly walked to the bathroom to clean my butt. Anyway, when I was done with that, I got dressed and went downstairs to find my mom pumping.
"Hey mom. Wazzup?!," I said, a little to enthusiastically for someone that had spent the last 3 out of 12 hours in the bathroom. I wonder how much time in my life I am going to spend in the bathroom. One never knows how much time they spend in the bathroom. Did you know that the average person spends 1946.667 hours in the bathroom in their life in the bathroom. I have already spent approximately 2987.37429062 hours in the bathroom. Or so it seems.
"Oh not much, son of mine," she replied with a positive tone of voice. Or surprisingly positive because last night we spent like 3 hours on the road because there was a traffic stuff. I was so bored I was reading the label on the back of the truck. I learned what a tare weight was. Now when I grow up to become a sleezy trucker I will know how close I can come to breaking the law with the weight of my load. Japanese will come in handy than because I can make the cop think I am an immigrant.
Anyway, I went to school so boring.
On the way home my mother told me that I had to clean my room when I got home no matter what. I took my glasses off and then I heard the door ring and it was my dad. We went to school and he sat on my bed reading selections from the first Library of Eli. He was reading my book, the book of Eli.
When I was cleaning under my desk I felt like a technician, trying to fix peoples cars but epically failing because 3 weeks later you find out that your client died because you accidentally put the grenade you were going to use that night to repair their car. And right now my dad is talking about how he wants to take my cousin, Spencer to the bus stop with a Carebear singing "The Fabric of Our Lives." Thats my daddy.
I woke up feeling like I was hungover. Which I pretty much was after the encounter I had on the road yesterday and also the encounter I had in the bathroom only 12 hours ago. 1 word... diarrhea. I hoisted myself out of my bed and hopelessly walked to the bathroom to clean my butt. Anyway, when I was done with that, I got dressed and went downstairs to find my mom pumping.
"Hey mom. Wazzup?!," I said, a little to enthusiastically for someone that had spent the last 3 out of 12 hours in the bathroom. I wonder how much time in my life I am going to spend in the bathroom. One never knows how much time they spend in the bathroom. Did you know that the average person spends 1946.667 hours in the bathroom in their life in the bathroom. I have already spent approximately 2987.37429062 hours in the bathroom. Or so it seems.
"Oh not much, son of mine," she replied with a positive tone of voice. Or surprisingly positive because last night we spent like 3 hours on the road because there was a traffic stuff. I was so bored I was reading the label on the back of the truck. I learned what a tare weight was. Now when I grow up to become a sleezy trucker I will know how close I can come to breaking the law with the weight of my load. Japanese will come in handy than because I can make the cop think I am an immigrant.
Anyway, I went to school so boring.
On the way home my mother told me that I had to clean my room when I got home no matter what. I took my glasses off and then I heard the door ring and it was my dad. We went to school and he sat on my bed reading selections from the first Library of Eli. He was reading my book, the book of Eli.
When I was cleaning under my desk I felt like a technician, trying to fix peoples cars but epically failing because 3 weeks later you find out that your client died because you accidentally put the grenade you were going to use that night to repair their car. And right now my dad is talking about how he wants to take my cousin, Spencer to the bus stop with a Carebear singing "The Fabric of Our Lives." Thats my daddy.
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