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.
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