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Yesterday, a kid was compeletely retro; kind of 80's Cory Feltman style. Leather jacket, bandana only folded once in front, spikey hair, gave me the urge to watch Goonies. A new kid moved to our district, and he's ok, watches Dragonball Z and has a speach problem. Now, I don't watch Anime, (I don't have cable/satellite) and from what I've seen, it looks kind of creepy, but you can't hate someone because they watch a TV show you don't like. Then theres these other two kids on the bus, both are in eighth grade. They are picking on this kid because of a TV show he watches, and because he has a speach impediment. One has a high whiny voice and a lisp, makes that tsst noise with his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and the other is... I don't know, besides a dick. The kid they are picking on is two grades ahead of them, one behind me. Now, there are few things that piss me off, and it takes a bit to get me angry. One of them is mean people. So, those two and I are going to have a "talk" tomorrow, which will hopefully clear things up. I registered for my PSATs today, and kicked some arse in gym class. We play this crappy version where we have tails instead of getting tackled. I pulled three tails, stopped three passes. Woo! Can't catch punt returns though, they bounce out of my arms... speaking of gym, I'll probably complain about that tomorrow. I'm out.

posted by Slade at 9:43 PM

Well, a few things have happened today. I borrowed Rainbow Six by Tom Clancy. Good book. And I've decided to tell people about my blog once I get it into publishable form. I went and edited my previous ones so I wouldn't look as stupid. Ok. On with the humorous update!

So my mom's been working at State Farm for 25 years. She's moved from claims to the Agency Field Office to the other AFO. A few months ago her co-workers decided to throw her a surprise party. That party happened to be today. So they get her to think that her boss was too lazy to do something so she's going to have a girl's night out with two of her co-workers, while he's been planning it in secret.

Ok, it's five PM, my dad took my sister to the dermatologist because she had some wierd thing on her foot. I stroll upstairs and play Paper Mario which I've rented for my N64 and tell myself "Ok, get ready at 5:30." So I start playing, get better jumping power. Then I look down at my watch and I think "Oh crap, it's 5:50!" So I hastly pull off my jean shorts and T-Shirt and rummage in my closet, selecting my dress shirt that's black with red dragons on it (very snazzy) and my khakis (complete with 85 pockets which I check to make sure nothing it growing in. I have a habit of forgetting to take things out of my pockets.) I can't find my neat-o dragon tie which goes well with my shirt but it's not that formal. Anyhow, it turns out that my dad is still another twenty minutes late, so I leave my shirt off as finish getting ready to minimize dog hair. The dermatologist makes you wait for an hour with three other people in the room -and its a huge room- before making you wait another ten minutes in the waiting room while he or another of three doctors makes their apperently deadman-walking shuffle around the rooms. Though I'm a bit scared as to what would happen if I poked my head out to see what was taking them. But I digress, I gotta stop that...

We get to the restaurant. It's Symeon's, a Greek restaurant which everyone in central New York knows about. I've never eaten Greek food, but I've heard about it and don't really like the sound of it. I walk in and the first thing that hits me is not the beautifully layed out homely atmosphere, but the smell. The whole restaurant smells vaguely of urine. Oh great, i'm going to have to eat food that smells like urine. Oh crap.
Since we are already reserved, we go to meet up with the rest of the party instead of waiting to be seated. Now, this place is confusing. Like hedgemaze that you spend so much time in as to start eating your way out out of neccesity confusing. I'm almost tempted to ask the one of the many (attactive) waitresses for a map, but I don't, as i'm not used to making jokes at complete strangers. Another thing I notice is that all of the female waitresses are cute. None ugly, none gorgeous, just cute. So, I meet all of the people at the office, who are actually pretty cool, and I don't have to pretend to like them. I'll go into them later, possibly tomorrow. I sit down to order, our menus handed out. Lets see... Salad, with tomatoes (yuck), onions (urgh), feta cheese (gross) and pita bread. Ok, how about a sandwich? Lets see, chicken with feta cheese, tomatoes, and pita bread. Hmm, how about a kebob? Served with your choice of feta cheese, baked potatoe or pita bread. Hmm, the feta cheese, served with feta cheese.

I Eventually settle for the Fish Dinner with frys. Ok, great. Except know I kinda gotta go. You know... To the bathroom. Back through the restaurant. And its one of those times when your intestines are trying to tie themselves in knots. Crap. I ask the nearest waitress for directions and she says something about hardwood floors. I can't remember directions unless I hear them about eight times and I'm not going to pester this girl now. So I wander down in the general direction of where I came in, poking my head into every side-room I find, eventually ending up ten minutes later at the reception desk and when I ask her, she points to a door about six feet away from her. Derr, so much for not being a complete dork...

Ok, I go to the bathroom, and note that the single stall, while handicap equipped, is better than the toilet in our bathroom. Damn. So I sit down to do my business and realize I have no reading material (while expecting someone to walk in, it always seems to happen doesn't it?). I franticaly look around for something to occupy me and notice disinfectant spray. Ok, better than nothing. Let's see. It proclaims "Fresh country scent!" and undernieth "Protects against HIV, influenza, Tubercule Bacilli (Thats TB) Herpies Simplex A/B" And then underneith that "Read warnings on side panels." Warnings? Uh oh. I quickly turn the spray can around and read the back, which repeats the front, except stars HIV and Herpes. I can't find where the asterisk leads. I hope that's not a bad thing. Lets see, blah blah blah, let sit ten minutes to prevent against HIV. Uh oh again. I didn't spray the stuff in here, and it doesn't smell like anyone else did either. I hope it doesn't diffuse through my skin or crawl up my anus. This was where I thought about sticking this in as an update. Ironic, eh? Well, I seem to be safe, and now am finished, and I turn to *ahem* clense meself. And I see the TP is in little sheets. Little, itty bitty, cut apart, uniform sheets. Did I mention they were small? So, I stack maybe fifty up before using them and it works. Ok, then spray the disinfectant spray to freshen the air and I'm done. Just gotta wash my hands. Suddenly a hoard of people all come in and remark on the smell while eyeing me suspiciously. Not really, it was one of the staff, who barely looked at me.

I know the layout of the restaurant a little better now, so it takes me only three minutes to get back to my seat. My food isn't there but I have a good time waiting with my mom's friends. They're funny, ok? I get my fish, and while it tastes ok, is almost on top of a salad. With feta cheese. I push my salad out of the way and decontaminate my fork on my napkin.

The breaded part of my fish was a little strange, but I hadn't eaten fish in quite a long time so I didn't mind. My drink was a refreshing Dr. Pepper (the best.) My mom was supposed to have gotten a camcorder from the comany but her friends hid it on shipping day so they could present it during her surprise party. She had been trying for months to get coporate to get her camcorder, but her friends would franticly counter her E-Mails saying not to look for it. Umm.. I'm kinda outta stuff to say now. More later on other stuff.

posted by Slade at 10:31 PM