This morning my brother and I had to ride to piano with one of our neighbors, because our parents were out of town with my grandfather and my grandma' can't drive. Soo I was all set and ready to go when the neighbor called me up a little beforehand and said she wanted me to drive to piano instead of her, so I could get a little practice. Well boy did that throw me for a loop. I get nervous enough driving with my parents, let alone with a neighbor in their car. The horrible senarios were endless. If I wrecked the car, and survived, I wouldn't survive for long cause either my neighbor or my mom would kill me. (And if they decided not to kill me, my mortification would do the job). So, since I had no grand excuse to make, I came up and told her the truth. I really didn't feel comfortable driving other peoples' cars, especially with said people inside of the car with me (but I didn't add that last part). Well she insisted, and insisted, and insisted. She even said she was coming by early so I could get used to her car driving around my neighborhood. So boy was I in for it now. I figured there was no further point in refusing, so I said okay and hung up.
By the time she arrived, I had already thought of many more horrible things that could go wrong. I might get so flustered that I'd whack into a stop sign. I might overturn at the traffic light and hit the curb or an innocent bystander. Heck I might even get in the car, have a total brain freeze, and forget how to drive. But there was nothing I could do about it, so I got in, started the engine, and hoped fervently that I'd still be alive in a few hours time....Okay so I'm exaggerating a bit. I wasn't that nervous cause I'm a pretty good driver if I do say so myself. I'm just a big worry wart. (If you hadn't already figured that out). Well like most things that I worry about, this thing definitely wasn't worth all the worrying. I made it to piano without killing anybody, or getting yelled at by my neighbor who has to be one of the bravest people I know. I mean I sure wouldn't let a strange kid drive my car around. But I made it back and there with no incident, and I even got to practice my three point turn that I have to do for my license test. So that's that, but I must say I like my dad's car better.....=]
Well the rest of the week has been extremely busy with school, church stuff, neighbors in and out of our house, voice, and all other kinds of things. As to my dad, things aren't going so well. They made it back from the university hospital today, but he's extremely weak so we're going to have to get some professional people to come in and help take care of him for a while. They're also going to take him off this new medicine, because it hasn't been helping any. So now I have no clue what they're going to do next.....It's all pretty scary, but thanks for your prayers. They really do mean a lot. ....
Well tomorrow's Halloween. But do I care? Not at all. I just never have been much into Halloween lately. Especially after last year when I went out to make sure my brothers didn't get killed in the trick or treating rush. Our neighborhood is an insane madhouse on Halloween night. People come from all over, just to get candy. It's insane I tell you.....Insane....Anyways, I was just walking along when I felt like someone was following me. So I turned around and sure enough some kid about my brother's age was following along slowly behind me with some kind of freaky mask on. Well I was about to either give me a punch in the nose or tell him to beat it, when two really tall people (teenagers or young adults or something) with even creepier masks started following me too. Well by now I was really freaked. When I started walking a little faster, they walked a little faster. When I started running a little, they started running. Now don't call me a wimp or anything, but I don't mess around with two big people who might possibly be murdereres for all I know. (Seriously). So I took off running headlong for the house. Even I didn't know I could run that fast. Luckily the house was not too far off from where I was, so I ran in there as fast as I could, not even daring to look behind me to see how close they were. I locked the door (and deadbolted it) and was seriously tempted to go hide under my bed for a while....When I finally got the courage to pick out the window, they were standing on the sidewalk in front of the house, laughing like the hooligans they were. Well by this time I was more mad and scared and I was tempted to go punch their lights out. But they started moving on, so I decided I didn't want to waste my time and energy....hehe. But anyways the main point of all that was; you will never (ever) see me out on Halloween night again in our neighborhood. I might go to the thing at church, but other than that no way. No candy's worth all that trouble.....=]
That's it for now....
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Crazy
This past weekend has not been too great unfortunately. My dad has really gotten a lot worse, in the sense that he's often disoriented, he can barely talk, he's broken out in this huge rash from his medicine, and he's extremely weak. It's all really scary, so your continued prayers are just soo appreciated. Especially since Wednesday my mom and dad are going back to the university hospital for more tests and stuff. So hopefully that trip will go good and things will just improve from here. And at least I get to see my grandparents who are coming to stay with us. =] But it's going to be kind of crazy this week anyways with music and church and all that other stuff. And Wednesday several people from our church have insisted to come over and clean all our floors. Well all I can say is let them come, and more power to them. Especially if they come to vacuum my room. No telling what they'll find in there.....
Well that's it for now.
Well that's it for now.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Music and Stuff
If there's one thing I hate, it's singing in a studio recital. I can actually stand singing in some situations (without passing out or dying or something) but I hate studio recitals with a passion. For one thing the only other people there are other voice college students (who are also singing in it) and I'm my teacher's only community student. So basically I have to get up there and sing in front of all those college students who have been taking voice way longer than me, are older than me, and are just plain better than me. Plus the last one I did (which was last October) was not (I repeat not) fun. I think I sang all right, but my hands got really clammy and right there in the middle of the stage, with all those college students staring me down, I completely forgot the words. It was an Italian song, (which didn't really help matters any) and all I could remember was the title of the song (which happened to be "Caro Mio Bien"). So basically for the rest of the song I improvised between the title and a few other random Italian words that happened to pop into my head. The good news was it was all in Italian, so no one noticed the difference. Even my voice teacher could barely tell, and she said I did a good job covering. The bad news, I felt like a total failure. I was seriously tempted to start punching myself or hitting myself on the head with a Harry Potter book (those things are big and I'm sure they would hurt too.....hahaha) Let's just say that after that experience, I am not too sure I want to go through it again. However, my voice teacher said the other week that she wanted me to sing in one next month. Great. Just hopefully I won't have anymore dramatic stories to tell you......
I got the performance lecture in piano as well (it just wasn't my day, okay?). First my teacher went on this long monologue about how important it was to perform. Then she told me I had to pick at least place I wanted to play at (nursing home, church, preschool, etc.) and tell her by the next lesson. Well church is definitely out for now. It's bad enough playing for people you don't know, but imagine playing for people you do. If you mess up you'll be remembered forever as the washed out kid who couldn't even play a simple hymn.....okay maybe not that bad, but still. I might be able to handle kids (they wouldn't know when if I messed up hopefully) and I probably wouldn't do too bad in a nursing home either. Well heck if I handled that stressful recital last April, I could probably handle any of those. But I can't say I'd enjoy any of them (sure hated that horrible recital *shivers*).
Well concerning my dad, he started his new medicine Friday which is a mix of several different powerful chemos. We're just hoping it's going to help soon, because the tumor has affected his speech really badly and it's really depressing him. So yes your continued prayers are great, and I'll keep you updated. =]
I got the performance lecture in piano as well (it just wasn't my day, okay?). First my teacher went on this long monologue about how important it was to perform. Then she told me I had to pick at least place I wanted to play at (nursing home, church, preschool, etc.) and tell her by the next lesson. Well church is definitely out for now. It's bad enough playing for people you don't know, but imagine playing for people you do. If you mess up you'll be remembered forever as the washed out kid who couldn't even play a simple hymn.....okay maybe not that bad, but still. I might be able to handle kids (they wouldn't know when if I messed up hopefully) and I probably wouldn't do too bad in a nursing home either. Well heck if I handled that stressful recital last April, I could probably handle any of those. But I can't say I'd enjoy any of them (sure hated that horrible recital *shivers*).
Well concerning my dad, he started his new medicine Friday which is a mix of several different powerful chemos. We're just hoping it's going to help soon, because the tumor has affected his speech really badly and it's really depressing him. So yes your continued prayers are great, and I'll keep you updated. =]
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Bad Trip
These past few days have not exactly been too fun....but let me start at the beginning.
Monday, my dad had to go to the unverisity hosiptal that he goes to to get a whole bunch of tests done. Well since this place is about three hours away and he had to have stuff done Monday and Tuesday, he and my mom had to spend the night, which meant me and my brothers had to go with them. Now at first you might think, "Oh how fun! One-two nights in a hotel in a city you've never been before". Let me get one thing straight. It was not fun. At all. Okay there were a few bright spots, but in general it was all pretty nightmarish. First of all I had to share a hotel room with both of my wild hooligan brothers. Yeah it doesn't take a genius to figure out that that wasn't exactly a little slice of heaven. Second I was supposed to take the PSAT on Wednesday, and if we had to spend two nights I wasn't going to be able to make it back for that. So I was pretty ticked about having to miss it because I wanted to be ready for the SAT and all, and I also wanted to be able to see a few people I know who go to that school. So I was pretty bummed and my only hope was that the doctors appointments got done really early on Tuesday so we could go home Tuesday night.
So Monday was pretty uneventful and boring (exept I barely refrained from slamming my brothers' heads into the mirror when they started throwing a football around the hotel room). Tuesday was just plain annoying. While our parents were at the hospital we did some school (or at least I did. You can't except my brothers to do anything like that.....hehe) and then watched a movie. Then we decided that we were hungry, but we were just too dang lazy to go down the hotel's restaurant and get the food ourselves. So we had this brilliant idea. Why not order room service? If we had to sit around a boring hotel room all day we definitely deserved this luxury. So my brother called down there and they said the food would be ready in about 30-45 minutes. So we sat on the bed and waited, waited, (I probably threw a hairbrush at my brothers sometime in this interminable period), and waited some more. Pretty soon it got to be 1:30, a whole hour and fifteen minutes after we had called, and we were getting panicky, mad, and ornery. Where the heck was our food? Well as we sat there stewing and debating the matter, there was a knock at the door. I was so hungry that I just about bolted to the door and almost threw it open without looking through the little peephole (a very unwise thing to do when you're alone in a hotel room. I mean it could have been an axe murderer out there for all I knew). Well luckily I checked it, and to my consternation there was no food service person out there but a cleaning person. When I opened the door, she piped up, "Housekeeping," in a heavily accented voice. Well apparently we had forgotten to keep up our Do Not Disturb sign onthe door, because she was all fire determined to get in there and houseclean. Since she apparently didn't know much English, it took me a while to explain that no we didn't want room service at the moment and yes we had meant to put the sign on our door. Well she finally left, and by this time we were all pretty dang mad cause there was still no sign of our food.
Well at about 1:50 we'd had enough. I know room service can be slow, but unless the food deliverer was an old man going about one millimeter per second there was no way it should take this long. Well I phoned down there and explained our situation. The lady said, "Well we meant to call you earlier to tell you that spaghetti (one of the things we had ordered) wasn't on the menu." Well, I thought to myself, why the heck didn't they dial our room number and tell us that simple fact? Or they could have come up to our room and delivered us the rest of our food at least and then let us order something else in place of the spaghetti. Well I took a deep breath and was about to tell her something else in place of the spaghetti, when she said, "I'm sorry but we're closing in ten minutes." No way. This couldn't be happening. I gulped and said, "So does that mean you won't be able to deliver us any food?" "Yes ma'am," she responded. "We're very sorry." Sure you are, I thought sourly. I bet you're just heartbroken. Out loud I said, "That's all right. It's fine," and hung up the phone. So there were the three of us, hungry enough to start eating the bedspread, with no suitable lunch. Our only options were: 1: Go down to the restaurant and demand our food using force if necessary. Okay so that one was definitely out. I didn't want to get jailed just for a grilled cheese sandwich. 2: Sue them for everything they owned. Ehh too much trouble. And finally 3: Have a meal of Cheetos, and chocolate cookies that our mother packed as snacks for us. Yep we went with the 3rd option. So out of that whole experience I learned one thing. Never order room service again from that completely incompetent bunch of crazies in the hotel restaurant. Oh and never have a meal of Cheetos and chocolate cookies if you can help it. Makes you feel sick, okay?
Well the rest of the trip was pretty much the same amount of annoying. We spent about half the rest of the time arguing over whether to rent Indiana Jones or Iron Man, and the boys kept raiding the vending machine using my money. Then my parents came back zonked, so we were going to spend the extra night and I wouldn't make it back in time for the PSAT. Well I was pretty dang mad, but I got over that cause my dad didn't get a very good report. The MRI showed his brain tumor had grown about four times as large as last time, which is why his speech has been messed up. Soo now he'll be starting on the new drugs in the next several days (they're mailing them too us) so hopefully they are really going to help him. Your prayers are greatly greatly appreciated =]
That's it for now...
Monday, my dad had to go to the unverisity hosiptal that he goes to to get a whole bunch of tests done. Well since this place is about three hours away and he had to have stuff done Monday and Tuesday, he and my mom had to spend the night, which meant me and my brothers had to go with them. Now at first you might think, "Oh how fun! One-two nights in a hotel in a city you've never been before". Let me get one thing straight. It was not fun. At all. Okay there were a few bright spots, but in general it was all pretty nightmarish. First of all I had to share a hotel room with both of my wild hooligan brothers. Yeah it doesn't take a genius to figure out that that wasn't exactly a little slice of heaven. Second I was supposed to take the PSAT on Wednesday, and if we had to spend two nights I wasn't going to be able to make it back for that. So I was pretty ticked about having to miss it because I wanted to be ready for the SAT and all, and I also wanted to be able to see a few people I know who go to that school. So I was pretty bummed and my only hope was that the doctors appointments got done really early on Tuesday so we could go home Tuesday night.
So Monday was pretty uneventful and boring (exept I barely refrained from slamming my brothers' heads into the mirror when they started throwing a football around the hotel room). Tuesday was just plain annoying. While our parents were at the hospital we did some school (or at least I did. You can't except my brothers to do anything like that.....hehe) and then watched a movie. Then we decided that we were hungry, but we were just too dang lazy to go down the hotel's restaurant and get the food ourselves. So we had this brilliant idea. Why not order room service? If we had to sit around a boring hotel room all day we definitely deserved this luxury. So my brother called down there and they said the food would be ready in about 30-45 minutes. So we sat on the bed and waited, waited, (I probably threw a hairbrush at my brothers sometime in this interminable period), and waited some more. Pretty soon it got to be 1:30, a whole hour and fifteen minutes after we had called, and we were getting panicky, mad, and ornery. Where the heck was our food? Well as we sat there stewing and debating the matter, there was a knock at the door. I was so hungry that I just about bolted to the door and almost threw it open without looking through the little peephole (a very unwise thing to do when you're alone in a hotel room. I mean it could have been an axe murderer out there for all I knew). Well luckily I checked it, and to my consternation there was no food service person out there but a cleaning person. When I opened the door, she piped up, "Housekeeping," in a heavily accented voice. Well apparently we had forgotten to keep up our Do Not Disturb sign onthe door, because she was all fire determined to get in there and houseclean. Since she apparently didn't know much English, it took me a while to explain that no we didn't want room service at the moment and yes we had meant to put the sign on our door. Well she finally left, and by this time we were all pretty dang mad cause there was still no sign of our food.
Well at about 1:50 we'd had enough. I know room service can be slow, but unless the food deliverer was an old man going about one millimeter per second there was no way it should take this long. Well I phoned down there and explained our situation. The lady said, "Well we meant to call you earlier to tell you that spaghetti (one of the things we had ordered) wasn't on the menu." Well, I thought to myself, why the heck didn't they dial our room number and tell us that simple fact? Or they could have come up to our room and delivered us the rest of our food at least and then let us order something else in place of the spaghetti. Well I took a deep breath and was about to tell her something else in place of the spaghetti, when she said, "I'm sorry but we're closing in ten minutes." No way. This couldn't be happening. I gulped and said, "So does that mean you won't be able to deliver us any food?" "Yes ma'am," she responded. "We're very sorry." Sure you are, I thought sourly. I bet you're just heartbroken. Out loud I said, "That's all right. It's fine," and hung up the phone. So there were the three of us, hungry enough to start eating the bedspread, with no suitable lunch. Our only options were: 1: Go down to the restaurant and demand our food using force if necessary. Okay so that one was definitely out. I didn't want to get jailed just for a grilled cheese sandwich. 2: Sue them for everything they owned. Ehh too much trouble. And finally 3: Have a meal of Cheetos, and chocolate cookies that our mother packed as snacks for us. Yep we went with the 3rd option. So out of that whole experience I learned one thing. Never order room service again from that completely incompetent bunch of crazies in the hotel restaurant. Oh and never have a meal of Cheetos and chocolate cookies if you can help it. Makes you feel sick, okay?
Well the rest of the trip was pretty much the same amount of annoying. We spent about half the rest of the time arguing over whether to rent Indiana Jones or Iron Man, and the boys kept raiding the vending machine using my money. Then my parents came back zonked, so we were going to spend the extra night and I wouldn't make it back in time for the PSAT. Well I was pretty dang mad, but I got over that cause my dad didn't get a very good report. The MRI showed his brain tumor had grown about four times as large as last time, which is why his speech has been messed up. Soo now he'll be starting on the new drugs in the next several days (they're mailing them too us) so hopefully they are really going to help him. Your prayers are greatly greatly appreciated =]
That's it for now...
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Oh Man
*The other day I was about to go to bed when I noticed this wierd looking rash on my neck. It was small, but not small enough to be dimissed as nothing by a hypochondriac like me. So I ran to show my mom, who looked at it and said that if it didn't go away soon we'd go to a doctor or something. That's what did it. Whenever someone mentions the possibility of me having to go to the doctor, I get the feeling that my ailment is more serious than it seems (since if it was nothing I wouldn't have to go to the doctor in the first place). So after checking it about 10 more times in the mirror (I guess I expected it to grow in front of my eyes) I finally crawled into bed. That was really a waste of effort seeing as how I probably got about 5 minutes of sleep. Everytime I was about to drop off I kept thinking about what that horrible rash could possibly be doing to me. What if it was one of those freaky bug bites that killed a person in 24 hours? What if it was shingles? What if....and the what ifs kept going and going still I was pretty sure my number would be up in just a few hours...I seriously was about to have a panic attack. I mean what would they put in my obituary? Well I woke up the next day (after having a horrible nightmare that the rash had spread all over my neck in the few minutes that I was actually sleeping) and rushed to the mirror. The bad news; it was still there. The good news; well I wasn't dead (at least I was pretty sure I wasn't) plus it hadn't gotten any bigger. And now, as I speak, it's almost all faded away. It was probably some kind of dermitis or something. But the point of all that? I am a total hypochondriac who probably needs help because I wasted a whole night worrying about a fairly small rash. *sigh*
*Taking care of the lizard didn't go as badly as I thought it would. I did get to wear gloves when I picked it up (thank goodness) but I don't think I had to worry about getting hurt. By the time that thing got up the energy to do anything to you, you could already be out of the country (or at least on the state line). But I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible cause the thing kept shooting me wierd looks and those little beady eyes were seriously creeping me out....Well as I finished cleaning up the cage I looked next to the huge stack of newspapers where I had left the key. One problem. There was no key. I immediately started freaking out. I first accused my brother of hiding it from me. He denied it, and I believed him cause he seemed as freaked out as I did. (Hey we both wanted our money. Plus we really didn't want our neighbor to attempt to kill us by getting that lizard after us for losing the key. ) The idea of getting on the lizard's (plus my somewhat formidable neighbor's) bad side was not on my agenda, so I started hunting like crazy. I started looking under all the newspapers, and was about to start digging through the trash when suddenly the door creaked open. Never a good sign when you and your brother are alone in a strange house with a big creepy lizard on the kitchen floor....However, when a voice boomed out, "We're back!" I realized it was the neighbors home early. And right as I had misplaced the key too...
My brother turned to me and weakly said, "Well what do you know. They're back." I felt like I had just fallen into the haphazard plot of a comedy TV show. "uhhh well what do you know," I managed to squeak out. I was about to say something about the key, but my neighbor started in talking. Let's just say when she starts talking, it's hard to get her to stop. So I waited while she went on and on about random things (I was really too worried to listen at this point and was imagining myself being killed in a so called "accident" involving a giant lizard and possibly a shot gun if there was one around). When she finally stopped and gave us our money, she said, "Well where's the key?" I gulped rather loudly and said, "I left it by the newspapers." Now that was no lie because I had left it there in the first place. Plus I hadn't really had a chance to finish looking yet, so maybe it was still there somewhere. It just had to be or I was toast. So after I told her that, I got out the door as fast as I could without being rude, and ran to the car (even though I was tempted to attempt to flee the state while I still had the chance)......Well as luck would have it she hasn't called yet demanding to know where I put the key, so either she found it or she's waiting till she sees met next so she can let me have it. Well I'm going to assume it's the first. I mean that key just couldn't get up and disappear of its own accord. Unless the lizard somehow ate it while we weren't looking. Now that's always a possibility.......
Later
*Taking care of the lizard didn't go as badly as I thought it would. I did get to wear gloves when I picked it up (thank goodness) but I don't think I had to worry about getting hurt. By the time that thing got up the energy to do anything to you, you could already be out of the country (or at least on the state line). But I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible cause the thing kept shooting me wierd looks and those little beady eyes were seriously creeping me out....Well as I finished cleaning up the cage I looked next to the huge stack of newspapers where I had left the key. One problem. There was no key. I immediately started freaking out. I first accused my brother of hiding it from me. He denied it, and I believed him cause he seemed as freaked out as I did. (Hey we both wanted our money. Plus we really didn't want our neighbor to attempt to kill us by getting that lizard after us for losing the key. ) The idea of getting on the lizard's (plus my somewhat formidable neighbor's) bad side was not on my agenda, so I started hunting like crazy. I started looking under all the newspapers, and was about to start digging through the trash when suddenly the door creaked open. Never a good sign when you and your brother are alone in a strange house with a big creepy lizard on the kitchen floor....However, when a voice boomed out, "We're back!" I realized it was the neighbors home early. And right as I had misplaced the key too...
My brother turned to me and weakly said, "Well what do you know. They're back." I felt like I had just fallen into the haphazard plot of a comedy TV show. "uhhh well what do you know," I managed to squeak out. I was about to say something about the key, but my neighbor started in talking. Let's just say when she starts talking, it's hard to get her to stop. So I waited while she went on and on about random things (I was really too worried to listen at this point and was imagining myself being killed in a so called "accident" involving a giant lizard and possibly a shot gun if there was one around). When she finally stopped and gave us our money, she said, "Well where's the key?" I gulped rather loudly and said, "I left it by the newspapers." Now that was no lie because I had left it there in the first place. Plus I hadn't really had a chance to finish looking yet, so maybe it was still there somewhere. It just had to be or I was toast. So after I told her that, I got out the door as fast as I could without being rude, and ran to the car (even though I was tempted to attempt to flee the state while I still had the chance)......Well as luck would have it she hasn't called yet demanding to know where I put the key, so either she found it or she's waiting till she sees met next so she can let me have it. Well I'm going to assume it's the first. I mean that key just couldn't get up and disappear of its own accord. Unless the lizard somehow ate it while we weren't looking. Now that's always a possibility.......
Later
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Busy
Well this week has been pretty busy. School is as crazy as always, and today I had two music lessons; voice and piano. Piano was fine, but I was kind of dreading going simply because my teacher has had me playing the same pieces over and over again for weeks. Everytime I finish playing a piece, she always says "well might as well keep it one more week." So when I was warming up for my lesson while my teacher was in the other room, I was seriously tempted to grab that offending piece of music, run into the bathroom, and flush it down the toilet. But being the rational person that I am, I didn't of course and instead kept plodding along playing it and wondering how I could ever have liked this annoying piece with all those stupid octaves. But to my surprise, when she came back in after I finished playing it, she actually said I could be done with it. Plus she gave me a new piece. Boy was I thrilled.....
Later in the day I had voice, which was nice because it was my first lesson of the year. The only problem was the college marching band just had to be going full blast next door right as soon as we started. So my teacher left the room to go ask them to shut the door. Well turns out they already had shut the door, so basically there was nothing we could do to shut out the noise. (Imagine how it would have sounded with the door open). I was seriously tempted to go tell them off for being unconsiderate, but I decided that wasn't too smart seeing as how there was a whole big room of them and one of me.....But the rest of the lesson went fine, and hopefully my teacher won't throw any horrible recitals at me any time soon. *shudders*
Then after all that, I went by to get the key to a neighbor's house so I could take care of their repitlian creature while they were on vacation. I know, you're thinking why the heck would I get dragged into taking care of a freaky creature with scales? Well for starters there's money involved, and I'm pretty darn broke at the moment. Second....well okay there's really no other reason. I absolutely hate lizards, even when they're dormant like this one. All he does is lie in his cage and give you either the evil eye or an "I'm so much smarter than you" gloat. Still I actually have to reach into the cage, pick him up, and put him on the ground so I can clean out his cage. This is harder than it sounds, because his tail tends to get stuck coming out. This really induces me to panic, because the longer I have to spend holding the thing the better the chance he'll finally wake up from his dormant state and eat me alive or something awful like that...But as long as I wear gloves, I might be okay. (Trust me, I would be tempted to jump off a building rather than handle that thing with bare hands. Exaggeration of course, but you get the point). All I can say is thank goodness I only have to do it for two days....
Later
Later in the day I had voice, which was nice because it was my first lesson of the year. The only problem was the college marching band just had to be going full blast next door right as soon as we started. So my teacher left the room to go ask them to shut the door. Well turns out they already had shut the door, so basically there was nothing we could do to shut out the noise. (Imagine how it would have sounded with the door open). I was seriously tempted to go tell them off for being unconsiderate, but I decided that wasn't too smart seeing as how there was a whole big room of them and one of me.....But the rest of the lesson went fine, and hopefully my teacher won't throw any horrible recitals at me any time soon. *shudders*
Then after all that, I went by to get the key to a neighbor's house so I could take care of their repitlian creature while they were on vacation. I know, you're thinking why the heck would I get dragged into taking care of a freaky creature with scales? Well for starters there's money involved, and I'm pretty darn broke at the moment. Second....well okay there's really no other reason. I absolutely hate lizards, even when they're dormant like this one. All he does is lie in his cage and give you either the evil eye or an "I'm so much smarter than you" gloat. Still I actually have to reach into the cage, pick him up, and put him on the ground so I can clean out his cage. This is harder than it sounds, because his tail tends to get stuck coming out. This really induces me to panic, because the longer I have to spend holding the thing the better the chance he'll finally wake up from his dormant state and eat me alive or something awful like that...But as long as I wear gloves, I might be okay. (Trust me, I would be tempted to jump off a building rather than handle that thing with bare hands. Exaggeration of course, but you get the point). All I can say is thank goodness I only have to do it for two days....
Later
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