Proof you ask?
Back to today in general. It started out as I feared it may, as another seemingly boring day of the week. However, upon arriving in first hour, Mick Newland walked in with one key clothing item missing: his shoes.
I completely forgot that today was Tom's Day Without Shoes. I honestly don't know much about the event itself, I just know that it's meant to raise awareness of people in the world that don't have shoes.
After being reminded that the event was to happen today, I immediately kicked off my $15 Big 5 kicks and proceeded to see what the day would be like without shoes. (Exceptions: shoes are required in auto mechanics, and at restaurants.)
I did wuss out during my second trip to the bathroom. I ventured to the great place of urination for the first time of the day during second hour, and found it necessary to stand back about five feet from the urinal and use my mad peeing skills to angle everything nicely into the urinal without actually setting foot in the questionable fluids directly below. So, needless to say, I wore shoes during my next trip.
Aside from the lack of footwear, the rest of the school day passed in a rather normal fashion. A few people informed me that they liked/will be reading my blog, which pleased me quite a bit.
After school is pretty much a blur, I simply recall leaving, then waking up at 3:10 to go get a haircut.
Ima talk about the whole haircutting thing.
I've been going to the same lady to chop off my liquid sunshine since I made the dramatic decision to go back to normal hair during sophomore year.
Yup, I used to look like this.
I completely forgot that today was Tom's Day Without Shoes. I honestly don't know much about the event itself, I just know that it's meant to raise awareness of people in the world that don't have shoes.
After being reminded that the event was to happen today, I immediately kicked off my $15 Big 5 kicks and proceeded to see what the day would be like without shoes. (Exceptions: shoes are required in auto mechanics, and at restaurants.)
I did wuss out during my second trip to the bathroom. I ventured to the great place of urination for the first time of the day during second hour, and found it necessary to stand back about five feet from the urinal and use my mad peeing skills to angle everything nicely into the urinal without actually setting foot in the questionable fluids directly below. So, needless to say, I wore shoes during my next trip.
Aside from the lack of footwear, the rest of the school day passed in a rather normal fashion. A few people informed me that they liked/will be reading my blog, which pleased me quite a bit.
After school is pretty much a blur, I simply recall leaving, then waking up at 3:10 to go get a haircut.
Ima talk about the whole haircutting thing.
I've been going to the same lady to chop off my liquid sunshine since I made the dramatic decision to go back to normal hair during sophomore year.
Anyhoo, I think the lady does a rather nice job, and I appreciate it. But during the monthly occurrence, some of the most awkward things tend to happen. Mainly, she will be wearing an extremely low cut shirt, and then bending down directly in front of me in order to get close to my hair, leaving a rather copious amount of skin exposed almost immediately in front of my face.
From time to time, she'll ask "Why are you so red?"
To which I can only answer "uh...its kinda warm in here"
After the haircut, I returned home and started watching Lost.
I used to be an avid watcher of Lost, until somewhere in the middle of 5th season where it got a bit too confusing and mentally taxing for my busy lifestyle (insert eye roll here, you know who you are) and thusly gave up on the show for a while. Yesterday, while browsing Hulu, I noticed that seasons 1-5 are available for watching on Hulu and tried to pick up from where I left off. Sadly, Lost is likely the most confusing and scrambled show every to have been conceived.
Maybe conceived is actually the wrong word. I think the writers more barf out the scripts and somehow make it into a show.
A show that is hopelessly addicting and highly worth watching, despite the fact that I think I'll have to start from the beginning to actually have a clue whats going on.
Lastly, tomorrow is Friday!
What does Friday mean to me? Aside from the obvious, it means lunch in the parking lot.
Parking lot lunches were formed as a result of mine and Alden's desperation to find somewhere to eat other than the cafeteria. Our usual table had been invaded by annoying underclass girls, and we thought it time to find a new place to hang around and NOMNOMNOM. So, at 10:30pm on a Thursday we decided to eat in the parking lot, though with little hope it would catch on. To our surprise, several people showed up and managed to enjoy themselves, and its now a weekly occurance. Anyone is welcome to come: Simply bring food, friends, and something to sit on if the pavement and your butt don't go together well.
That's all for today, folks.
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