Saturday, December 27, 2008

On, Wisconsin! On, Wisconsin!

I was walking out of Wal*mart, when a group of guys saw my shirt. One of them said, "Wisconsin?" So I replied, "Yeah, Wisconsin!" Then, this more jerkish guy did the Seminole chop while saying, "Noles, baby!" That just went to show how obnoxious Nole fans can be...
I was talking about the game with one of my best friends, when he suddenly changed the subject. It ended up like this.
Me: Is it funny to be kissed by you?
[Friend]: Idk would you like to find out
;)
Also, we noticed that Joseph's Facebook account seems to have disappeared. I hope you're okay, man.
We went to three car dealership places today. It was so tiring. No, we didn't get one.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Ryan's Christmas Chain

I'm so glad to be back at home after about six hours going to or being at or coming back from a car dealership, or waiting for my brother's piano lessons to be over. So, I'm going to waste time doing this survey.

Last December, single or taken?
Single.

This December, single or taken?
Hmm.

Do you like anyone?
I love everyone.

Do you prefer warm or cold weather?
cold weather

Are you happy with life?
I think so.

Were you happy when you woke up today?
I guess so.

Are you mad at anyone right now?
No.

Could you go a day without eating?
Definitely not.

How long does it take you to shower?
About ten minutes.

How was the weekend?
The last one was really physically painful.

Does the last person you talked to mean anything to you?
Aww, of course.

Are you confused?
Extremely.

How many clothes do you have in your closet?
Wanna come and see?

Have you ever talked about marriage with another person?
Haha yes.

Did you have any unread text messages this morning when you woke up?
No texting.

Do you miss anyone right now?
YES.

Are you good at hiding your emotions?
It depends on the situation. For the most part, not really.

Who is the last person you talked to on the phone today?
Jack.

Do you regret anything from your past?
Yes, a little, but I do not try to worry too much about things that have already happened.

If you could seek revenge on someone would you?
Not if I can help it.

Excited for anything? What?
Whenever I see people next.

Who is your last text from and what does it say?
Dec 26, 2008 5:39:57 PM
MINs Remaining
As Of: 12/26
Anytime: 546
N&W: Unlimited
M2M: Unlimited
RO: 1,392
See att.com/starservices for applicable limitations.

Do you know anyone with the same name as you?
Not personally.

How's your heart lately?
Very content.
Thank you.

Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?
I don't think so...

Are you happier in a relationship or single?
What Ryan said.

You're a sharpie marker, what color are you?
They do come in yellow.

How many months until your birthday?
I can't count that high.

How will life be 4 years from now?
Either much better, or much worse.

Do you put shampoo in your left or right hand?
I think I put it in my left, but I'm not really sure.

How many times do you knock on a door?
Three.

What type of people do you feel most comfortable with?
Pillows can be very comfortable.

Do you write how you speak?
I do. Sometimes.

Do you understand football?
Not what Ryan said.

Ever stayed up all night on the phone?
No. I could never use a phone that long.

Does it take a lot to make you cry?
No. Not really.

If you could move somewhere else, would you?
Yes.

When is the last time you got really frustrated?
December 20-23.

Are you happy with the way things are going?
Yes.

Do you think you would be a good parent?
Do you?

Ever had the smoke alarm go off because of the steam from your shower?
No.

Blue, black, or red pens?
Black.

Do you curse a lot?
No.

Would you go in public looking like you do right now?
Yes, but it's kind of dark outside.

Do you think cheaters deserves 2nd chances?
No.

Who was the first person you talked to this morning?
My mother.

Do you worry about what people think about you?
Not if I don't know who they are.

What's your favorite holiday?
(I added an apostrophe to "Whats.")
I don't care, as long as we don't have school.

When's your birthday?
February 30th.

Have you ever dyed your hair?
No.

Have you ever had braces?
No.

Are you close with your parents?
No, but geographically, yes.

Do you get up every morning and fix your hair?
I don't think my quick combings count as fixing, but in a way it could.

Do you have trust issues?
Yeah.

Do you get attached easily?
It depends.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

This is why I couldn't come back in half an hour.

So I sat there, thinking, well well well, I'm going to have almost no time to do twice as much next semester. How am I going to surviiiiive? Haha, maybe I won't. -monotonous feelings-
What to do, what to do? Oh yes! The perfect solution! Hurrah! -shiver shiver-
Time to study for the conceptual test, a similar test on which I earned a solid C the last time. Pleasant, isn't it? Oh. I finished skimming my quizzes from this quarter yesterday. I guess I'll take out my textbook. Oh yeah, this is going to be great.
Okay, this wasn't what I dreamed. Centrifugal force is lame. Actually, it wasn't even all that bad because it's not as if the words were turning me into an insomniac. But no way. I cannot concentrate.
Ryan and William had some stuff to say. Good, because I was going to keep thinking I could regain my knowledge of the concept of a string with a spinning ball tied to it. Oh wait, I never got that far.
Mother calls. Help us with the drywall. We need another person to lift it. Hurray!
It wasn't that bad. We carried it into the house from the garage. I was told I could leave.
I came back. Why did I come back? Why, why, why, Kejing, WHY? Oh. Kejing, get the ruler. Kejing, get the pencil! What? Why do you sound so meeeeaaaaan, mother? Your tone of voice makes me feel like the slave you never had. Okay, I have to draw a rectangle so they know where to make a little hole for the light socket. And then, we carry it back to the garage so they can cut it again. Okay mother, I'm going to go wash up now. Mother says yes yes, we'll call you when we need you.
Back to my room. Ryan and William had some stuff to say. Good, because I was going to keep thinking I could regain my knowledge of the concept of a string with a spinning ball tied to it. Oh wait, I never got that far. Okay, I'm going to take a shower.
Mother calls. Help us with the drywall. We need another person to lift it. Um mother, I am almost completely undressed in the bathroom. I tell her I'm about to shower. She doesn't hear me. Kejing, say something! Kejing, get over here! Well, hurray! But this time, not only do we need to get it into the house, we need to lift it up. Up where, up where, you ask? Why, up the wall! Um okay? Bend down and lift, lift, oh hey, I'm lifting! It's huge but I can actually help lift it. What? What did you say? We have to bring it down? It won't go in? IT WON'T GO IN??? WHAT THE CRAP! (I didn't say this stuff out loud, by the way.) Okay... fine...
Watching my father trim the perpendicular drywall with an exact-o-knife-like-knife-thingy is pretty boring. Hands on the ladder so he doesn't fall. Not that anyone asked. Okay. Finally. We're going to lift this thing and it is going to go in.
Well, we tried.
Time to wait again.
So I waited and waited and waited. The blade fell down. Get it for your father, Kejing. Get this get that get this get that OWWW the drywall does not feel good in one's eye. Okay. -crams fingers down wherever it was- Father told me to be careful. It is a little late. My fingers are already on it. Okay, there you go. Watch watch watch. I get completely distracted and then realize he hasn't been carving anything. Oh. It won't go back on. It actually finally did, though. There is a pile of white stuff accumulating in the corner.
Lift! Lift! Lift!
Heck no. It still won't go in.
Trim trim trim.
Okay, this is the last time. I think we tried it about four or five times, at least. It was the last time and it took so long and I thought my arms were going to turn into stone. Not like the animals and such in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, I just realized, but because they were so tense.
This is when I get the side of my finger slammed by a really hard t-square drywall ruler thingy. Thank you mommy, I look out for you too. Not long afterwards, father drops a screw on my other hand. Ow. Oh wait, no one cares. Hah hah hah! So we draw these lines going up along the wooden posts so he knows where to screw. And my goodness, does that hurt my ears. Don't you love the sound of wood and metal grinding against each other at a phenomenal speed with such harsh nonstop cracking at the same time? Oh man, he's doing it again. Look away, Kejing, it's only one of the most awful sounds you have ever heard in your short lifetime. Mother jokes that I am scared because I am holding up the drywall to be safe. -.- Scared? Um, no. There are other things to be scared about like wait never mind I feel so vague and vapid right now that nothing seems to be scaring me. Oh man, he's going at it again. Well, I'm still pushing up against the drywall and into the wall so it doesn't fall on anything and crack and then we'd have to lift and shove all over again. Again? Again? Again? And again? No no no no no! The noise, the noise, you could torture me with it and I would cry.
I think my night actually got worse after this but I can't remember why. Oh right. I think I started feeling like I was going to get sick before I actually took my shower. And something other stuff, but I cannot recollect it.
Please tell me you had a better night.