Wow. I haven't been online in a long time. LONG time. Well, here's a look at what I've been up to for the past couple of months:
1) Failed my driver's exam for the second time.
2) Baby sat fifty kids with five other students.
3) Attended a costume party in November.
4) Got a laptop.
5) Had the worst re-occuring nightmare of my life.
6) Hosted a party.
I'll elaborate now, if you don't mind.
Okay! Everyone fails their first test at the DMV. Well, almost everyone. Anyway, my first time, I failed at the paralell parking station. First of all, there is no paralell parking where I live, so it's not like I had a lot of practice. The second time around, I had the same woman who failed me the first time and I breezed through that portion. My trouble came from the drive through town. The first thing I did wrong was pull onto the main street at FIVE miles per hour. That wouln't have been a bad thing ... if the cars coming at me WEREN'T going 60. Get a lecture. The next thing I did wron was fail to 'dramatically' look both ways when driving across the railroad tracks. Firstly, where in the HELL did those tracks come from!? They weren't there before! Secondly, how in the HELL am I supposed to turn forty five degrees in my seat when I am supposed to be going a SAFE 60 MPH?? Get a lecture. After that, I forgot my turning signals, pulled into the wrong lane TWICE, and forgot the tracks on the return journey. Lecture, lecture, LECTURE. I feel that I would have performed better if the b***h didn't lecture so often while I was trying to obey the screwey laws of the road. Needless to say, I cried into a book on the way back to my high-school.
Psh! We in NHS are prided for our commitment to the community. As if! When five high-schoolers have to baby-sit fifty, high-octan children, ages Pre-K to Fourth Grade, our commitment can fall out the window for all I care. There were supposed to be two others helping but they conveniently didn't show up to school that day. Ha! And that leaves six: (( !fake names for privacy ahead!) Darren, Andrea, Dan, Kelsey, Erica, and myself. I joined Erica and Andrea, because the teacher decided that we would have two groups, three on a group. UNfortunately for us, we get riddled with the gymnasium first. A whole hour of non-stop running for the little ones. By the way, we didn't get one age group or another. No. We got all age groups. Some of the kids just stuck with friends and randomly ran to a high-schooler. There is no order in the Nation Honor Society, are you kidding?? Pah!
After the hour of running, we rotated with the other group into the cafeteria for arts and crafts. The demon spawn children, traced, colored, cut, glued, and glittered for about ten or fifteen minutes. Then, I was told to retrieve Santa! Darren was the only one who could fit in the Santa Suit. Not because he was fat, (more muscle than most in our school) but because the rest of us are so skinny. Or black in Andrea's case. So I go into the Office Conference room where he was changing. And walk in on him sprawled on the floor, buck naked. Joy. He's fine, I'm not gonna lie, but I am in a nice relationship and would LOVE to keep it! Hmm... I flip and tell him to get dressed and then he looks up and I notice tears in his eyes. Great. Guys aren't supposed to cry. Not the straigt ones anyway... He gets his suit on and tells me that he's upset because, while he was Santa for the other group of kids, a little boy yanked off his beard and screamed :"You're not Santa!" -sigh- Well, I sit next to him and do the whole consoling thing that I'm known for in my school. ((I'm a good actor.)) I tell that these kids are really well behaved and that they're really looking forward to seeing Saint Nicholas. ((Lies and more lies. I felt bad later...)). The Arts and Crafts and Santa visit go smoothly to all our surprise. It's on to the movie!
Ten minutes into the movie and the kids want to go play in the gym some more. At this point, all fifty are reunited. The fun never ends. With a groan from our supervising teacher, we take the group back to the gym. The gym is divided in half with some magic wall that comes out from between the bleachers. Darren and I wind up on the same side somehow ((DAMN YOU ANDREA!)). Kelsey was there for a while, but she had a ******** hair appointment. Yeah. Important. b***h. So, I'm watching the kids while Darren goes to the bathroom. With absolutely no foreshadowing, there is a pile of Elementary schoolers in the far corner of the gym. I fly over and tear them up, one by one. The boy on bottom is laughing his a** off, with a death grip on the basket ball they were all fighting over. I lecture and Darren returns with a SECOND basketball. We then instruct the kids on a game we play in gym class called Knockout (( apt title for these ones )). This goes smoothly untill they get bored about half an hour later. THen, most of tehm are content with running around for the rest of their time. Darren plays knockout with the four or five that want to keep playing. I have to keep an eye on the children, but every time I looked in his direction he was eyeing me! What the hell!? He keeps making sure that I watch whenever he shoots. And of course he makes every shot. So I go over and tell him that the kids will be upset if he makes every shot. The sneaky b*****d. Then he starts to miss on purpose and makes sure that I see him do it, too. He's a bigger tease than any girl I know. Honestly. Here I am trying to keep my steady relationship steady, and this hot wrestler jock is flirting with me! Winks and nods. Ugh! That was that. I left early for a 'doctor's appointment".
So, I don't like to bring Aaron to my hometown, but I wasn't about to go to a huge party dateless! So, he goes as a Chippindale (( I had never heard of that before, but he assured me they existed. I thought chipmunks...)) and I went dressed as Kuja from FFIX. Complete with tights! They're actually comfortable. Aaron wanted me to go as a girl, because he thinks I have a very feminine body. No. I abhor crossdressers. I have a p***s! Even though I don't use it the way most boys use it, I still have it! If I wanted to wear girl's clothes, then I would use my college fund to get a ******** sex change. (( Sorry 'bout the rant. ))
Continueing! ((<--- is that a word??)) I would have pictures up of our costumes, but I wouldn'kt betray Aaron's trust like that, and I dodged every camera I saw. Unfortunately, I can't see 'em all. There was a dance competition, which I refused to enter. However, Aaron still entered alone, and won. I think it was the costume. It -- I'm not gonna go into that here. -blush- There was also a haunted house ((not a good one)) and a lot of candy. There was a lot of alcohol too, but I like to obey the law. Aaron also won best individual costume, and the prom King and Queen won best couple with their cop outfits. The girl that won was in drag (( ********' figures )). It was a great night. Aaron made my life later. No comment on that. <3
Ooh! I got a laptop! I shall name him Jacob, after Jacob Black of New Moon. Don't tell. I don't know if Dell will let me do that.
The nightmare. When I was little, like seven or eight, my cousin (same age) and I did stuff. Experimental stuff. We were little and had no idea what was going on. Looking back, I have never been more disgusted. But now, I see him everyday. He switched to my homeroom, AND I have Gym class with him, so I have to shower with him. It is very uncomfortable. I don't like to expose my naked body. I'm not that secure. So lately I have been having the same re-occuring nightmare about him and me doing what we used to, only at our present age and not so naively ((Another made up word??)). It is bad and some nights I choose not to sleep so that I can avoid it. That doesn't work, by the way. I just end up thinking about WHY I'm staying up all night. It also doesn't help that Anthony has the same football player build that makes me week in my proverbial knees.
I told Aaron about this and he said that it was a phase that a lot of people went through. I haven't been brave enough to tell anyone else in person, so if anyone who reads this has any helpful, consoling words, feel free to share! sweatdrop
And I hosted a Pre Christmas Party. I am a lousy host.
The End!
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