"Mom, I don't need to be up until like 7"
She giggles, and walks away. Throughout this short conversation I had assumed it was already Tuesday, however upon glancing at my computer I noticed that it was indeed 6:02 p.m. on this stupid Monday night.
Today was sorta not bad, we're watching another movie in AP lit, though this one is severely less cool than The Matrix. It has a bunch of weird sort of naked people who tend to be dudes, and a lot of confusing symbological scenes that tax my brain far too much for there to be any hope of comprehension on my part.
I discovered that my final in 2nd hour will simply be pointing out 10 sensors on my car, and that will be accomplished this week.
So next week on the designated day of the final, Lynch said "Seriously guys, I don't want you here, so don't come..."
Third hour dragged on by, we are working on our final review, the class passed in a sort of daze.
Yearbook was eventful, as we unloaded all of the yearbooks into a super secret hiding place. Lifting 71 pound boxes ended up causing slight pain in my lower back, but some time in the hot tub at CBRC made it all better.
Finally, in fifth hour, I wrote an entire sports story during the class period while everyone was yelling at Mick to finish his 200 word blurb that I assume he's been working on for quite some time. Well, most people where yelling, Sarah ended up screaming...But only after he had finished his story.
After school I made the mistake of racing Matt Mcsomething in his BMW 540i.
4.4 liter V8 vs. 1.5L I4.
Yea, I get embarrassed a lot.
Cars I've raced.
Dodge Neon R/T
Camaro SS
BMW 328i
BMW 540i
Viper SRT/10
Ford Escort
Ford Focus
Cars I've beaten:
...
Oh yea, I was in California all weekend.
It was pretty cool for the most part. I left school after first hour on Thursday (I was at school just long enough to watch the end of the Matrix in first hour). We flew out of Pasco on 12, and landed in Seattle around 12:45 where we had about 2 hours to kill our flight to San Diego. We (My cousins Blake and Mason, and myself) wandered about Seatac desparetly trying to find a Panda Express, but eventually settled for Wendys.
This is Blake nomming with a cool view of one of the runways.
Finally, at around 3:30, we where in the air and on our way to San Diego. We landed on time, and where surprised at how smoothly everything was going.
Then Chelsea entered the mix. Or tried to.
We where to meet Chelsea (my older sister) outside of terminal 1 when we landed. Upon arriving at the meeting point and not finidng her, I called her and she claimed she was at the bus lot directly in front of us. So, we walk over...and she is nowhere to be found.
I call again, and she is still convinced she is in the right place. 20 minutes later we convince her she is at the wrong bus lot, and she finally makes her way over to us.
We then hop on a bus to go to Hertz to rent a Pontiac G6. Well, we were supposed to rent a G6, but the lady at the desk was a tad slow. After a solid 25 or so minutes of Mason and her babbling back and forth, we finally are given the keys to a black Mazda 3, parked in space 18.
Walking over, we see the shiny new car from a distance and things are looking up. We pile in, plug the desired address into the GPS, and head for the exit booth.
"Sir, you're in the wrong vehicle."
Our hearts kinda dropped when we heard this, we had to go park the car in spot 18, and hoof it to spot 318, where a different black Mazda 3 was parked.
So it was just kind of an unlucky coincidence.
But these where pretty much the only problems we had, unless you count trying to drive on I-5. Driving down there can only be described as "Scary as hell." The speed limit is 65, but people travelling at speeds below 80 are rare. The average speed was around 90, on a 12 lane highway, with people constantly merging and exiting.
We managed to make it to Stephanie and Calvin's house in one piece. (Stephanie is Blake and Mason's older sister, Calvin is her husband.) They are the proud parents of twins Hunter and Maddi, who are about 8 months old now.
Thursday night consisted largely of just chillin, eating burritos, and watching South Park. We where pretty fried and fell asleep around 11.
I was woken up by my sister holding Maddi a few inches above my face and having her sort of smack me a few times. I grumbled and said go away, which apparently is not an acceptable reaction for being woken up at 7. I don't care how cute you are, I don't like being woken up.
Anyhoo, the activities for the day where mainly walking down the pier and sittin on the beach. We got kinda bored, and I got buried.
Saturday, we went to the San Diego Zoo.
The highlight for me was seeing my Polar Bear brethren. He was laying flat on a rock eating fish. Minus the liking of fish, it could have been me with only slightly more hair.
On the way back, we hit up an In and Out. It was my third time eating there in my life, and it was rather awesome.
I look at this picture and it makes me hungry.
Saturday night, we played beer pong at the house.
By beer pong, I mean the people 21+ played beer pong, while me and Blake played with mountain dew in our cups. We also did mountain shots so we weren't left out. We kinda owned at beer pong due to the fact that we where completely sober.
Sunday morning, we got up and left the house by 9:30. Going through security at the airport, I was selected for a random pat down by a creepy asian guy. He looked at me and said "Congratulations, you get a free massage. Now spread your arms."
Arriving in Seattle, Mason gets a phone call with some bad news: Our flight has been cancelled, and the next one isnt until 6:30.
So we had about 4 hours to kill this time. An hour in a half is spent aimlessly wandering, walking backwards on the sort of escalators that go on flat ground. At this point we had spent entirely too much time together, and the three of us where beyond giggly while murderous at the same time. After spending 2 hours in a Sbarro, we shuffle to our gate and finally we are on our way home.
It was good time overall.
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