So I have to admit; today has been fucking weird...
Woke up this morning to find myself home alone for some totally unknown reason. Turns out my dad went to hike in Glendale and then actually LOST THE CAR. How exactly do you do that?! No worries, though. He found it eventually and made it home. But not before my mom and Colin left to pick him up.
My brief moment of peace in the quiet house was disturbed, though, when a telemarketer proceeded to call six times in a row. GRR. Damn those people. I HATE telemarketing calls.
Anyway, today was the day of Colin's elementary school carnival and I was dead-set on having absolutely noting to do with it (I mean, who wants to spend all day walking around the blacktop in ninety-degree weather, while hyped-up children scream and run around you and 13-year-old girls use the heat as an excuse to wear as little clothing as possible in an attempt to impress the opposite sex? Yuck. No thanks. If that's your idea of a good day, please stop reading this blog.) Then, out of the blue, Jessica calls me and says, "I accidentally double-booked my schedule. Can you please come down and work the face-paint booth for me for an hour?" And I like Jessica, so I agreed. Reluctantly.
However, when I got there, I realized that the OTHER people working the booth were some ex-classmates of mine who I never exactly got on with. (I mean, there was never an altercation of any sort. It's just... these kids spent a the majority of middle school denigrating my friends and ostracizing other kids they thought were "weird".) Obviously, I didn't want anything to do with them. Especially since I knew that working with them meant there would have to be one of those awkward, "Oh-I-Haven't-Seen-You-In-So-Long-Are-You-Still-Friends-With-So-And-So" conversations.
Long story short, I managed to get out of working the booth. Mainly by begging Jackie to take my shift.
When Jessica got there a while later, I offered to hang with Logan for a while and take him around to play some games. That went well, aside from the awkward moment when some mom asked, "How old is your son?" At which point I just kind of stood there awkwardly and thought to myself, Do I actually look old enough to have a three year old? And then I realized- much to my horror- that technically, I could have a 3-year-old. O_O Let's all be happy that I don't, okay? Not that 3-year-old's aren't totally awesome and everything. It's just that, the last person who needs to be in charge of a toddler for more than a few hours is me. I think my head might explode. Anyway. Thought I'd share that severely-disturbing revelation with you all.
Speaking of disturbing experiences, after that little run-in, I went over to the school playground with Logan. He, of course, went absolutely nuts when he saw a slide and went running away from me. At one point, I thought he was going to fall, five feet, from the top of a play structure. My hands were totally crammed full of drinks and ice cream and sunscreen and my bag. In an attempt to keep Logan from breaking his neck, I actually ended up dropping my cell phone face-down on a staircase, causing the screen to shatter into a million pieces. I was absolutely devastated.
See, when it comes to my personal belongings, I take great pride in my ability to be responsible. I've never lost a cell phone or camera or iPod or laptop. I keep everything in good condition and take care of all of my things. I mean, I've lost one cell and one digital camera in the past due to water damage but both times the damages were complete freak-incidents that didn't really have anything to do with me (plus, I was twelve during both of those occurrences.)
So guys, I was so, so upset when I broke my phone. But you know what? I managed to hold it together. I didn't want to make Logan or Jessica feel awkward so I just kind of acted like it was no-big-deal. I got home later that day and made an appointment at the Apple store for tomorrow. Problem is, a new screen is $200 bucks, which I CAN cover but... fucking hell, that does NOT make me happy.
Whatever. I actually think I handled the situation pretty well. I mean, it was between my phone screen and Logan so obviously I chose Logan. haha. I REGRET NOTHING! bwahaha.
Anyway, good news:
I bought a Furby!
Good news I bought a Furby... Did I really just say that? How bizarre is that?!?
The neighbor's across the street were selling them at a yard sale and I figured it was a must-have for my growing 90's memorabilia collection.
Also, I'm teaching myself how to read tabs and the first song I am learning is the spectacular "Arlandria" by the Foo Fighters. Check it out!
-MEL
(P.S. I am thinking about album names/artwork)
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