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Saturday, April 2, 2005
I look like I tried to slit my wrists with a washable marker...
Why are washable markers called washable? They are not washable. I’ve been trying to get this marker line off me all day, and it’s mostly off. I even tried dish soap (that’s soap for washing dishes in the sink, not dishwasher stuff). Oh well. The mark is probably just hard get off because it’s on the underside of my wrist. I mean, what is with that? My mom has the theory that it’s a band thing, but I think they’re trying to find were-wolves.
In slightly related news I went to the MICCA festival today and got a black washable(?) marker line on the underside of my wrist and a bronze award for the school. It’s a bit of an interesting story how we actually found out what award we got, because we were going to play and leave, but our director forgot his jacket and when he went to get his jacket they gave him the award. He was almost screaming at us in chorus, because they might cut our music program leaving him without a job. So what started as a please-don’t-bring-a-screw-driver-into-class-to-unscrew-the-brackets-on-the-back-of-the-music-stands rant turned into a you-don’t-appreciate-me-even-though-you-can’t-vote-to-keep-our-band-program-I’m-going-to-shout-at-you rant. And then in all irony our chorus director tells us to sit down and think about what he said, and half the class still has to stand because we aren’t in the seats, so therefore cannot sit, and cannot unscrew the stands that are in the rows of chairs.
Anywho, for this morning my dad woke me up at 5:45 after I got to sleep way too late. And he fed me tiny muffins for breakfast and forgot to give me lunch money. So I was running off 3 minuscule muffins and a mug of coffee for about 7 hours. Ah well, my dream was getting monotonous anyway. Everybody kept saying the same thing, which was so incredibly obvious. I had been dreaming about our lawn and how badly kept it is, we don’t mow for months during the summer/spring/early fall, and it had become a jungle, the odd thing is after we cleaned up our lawn and it looked like one of those “model lawns” with all the garden stuff, and really green grass, ours is usually yellowy green and our garden is overrun by poison ivy, my mom kept saying “We’ll never go back to having that jungle for a lawn” which is weird, because I think most people related to me are pretty lazy. But seriously my mom sounded like an NPC in a game.
~The Caffiene Powered Skiaska
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