Field Trip and such

Wed Feb 13, 2008, 5:42 PM

Oh my!

We had kind of a field trip today. One of our number was chosen student of the year and several other students (me included) were to accompany him to some good student convention or something.

Upon arrival at school I met with my dear friend with the broken arm and debated his recent decisions in his love life, I think it's a mistake but I won't openly judge his choice. Compatibility is a must and you can't tell me you're in it again for the true meaning of love.They broke up and are getting back together

They had some sort of agreement to break off with no drama when it runs its course which is a horribly flawed plan because nothing is ever that simple. I asked: "Ah well how long do you think it'll last if you get back together" He replied "1 or 2 years" I just gave him a sad smile. I can just hear the drama in my head but once again it's his choice and I'll support him in it.

After that we had some sort of substitute teacher in English. The man is a balding redhead with beady eyes and a huge wart. I say he's a serial killer and I make high pitched screaming sounds when he gets close or up from his chair. Nothing personal I say all the new teachers are serial killers. I'll either like him or dislike him later on. In all seriousness I am uneasy around new people always.

The class was basically me, I do big multiple answer sheet, everyone else passes my sheet around copying from it. I don't mind most of the time but it's quite an often thing though. I like helping regardless so...I just hand it in as soon as I'm done and call them lazy bastards.

After that we went to history in which my oddest talent came to the fore. I make people laugh, I'm a depressive bastard that makes people laugh until they can't breathe... What the bleeding hell? I make voices, gesticulate, go into random topics, facial expressions, commenting out of nowhere. It still vexes me how I do that everything else considered. Their smiles make me laugh and their laughter makes me smile and it's why I do it. How I manage it is beyond me but it's easy to do.

Shortly after the principal barged into the room and started belittling us for "Throwing away" our Science workbooks.

The science teacher said we could leave them in the classroom so we did. I interrupted a few times to exhort this and was quite wholesomely ignored with the reply "It's still Irresponsible, buy a locker or carry it with you it could be stolen" then she continued with how horrible our attitudes towards life were, so I contended myself with glaring at her. Once it was all said and done she asked "Is there something you're trying to tell me with that glare?" I just held up my hands and shrugged my shoulders. She stomped off.

After said happy episode we were finally on our way. Pedro the student of the year was quite happy and excited and by the extended extension of his happiness I was happy and excited because that's how I function.

In said trip I had many wonderful and necessary talks on: How much porn stars get paid, I had a brief episode when some started talking about "gaping", you people call me a cold emotionless bastard for finding autopsies interesting and call it a gross dehumanization, then you talk about THAT good god its disgustingly morally utterly ahhh I just yelled "LALALA" when they described anything to do with it.

A classmate that glorifies sex decided to remark if you have a lot of sex you don't need exercise because you use all the muscles in the body and it's healthy blah blah. I started asking people for sex to get buff. Some people that don't know me well (mostly everyone) think I might be gay. I leave it as it is I care not what they think and I don't need to run my mouth off on my sexual experiences with females to feel manly.

After that we moved into less educational topics like bands and the fact Iron Maiden is coming here and which bands we like this was in between me and 2 other people the only people in the bus who like something other than rap.

Then more people joined and it shifted towards drinking all i remarked on it was "My parents drink enough for me I don't need to" and just read my book until we arrived.

We dropped the student of the year off, first stages were for him alone, then went to sizzler to have lunch. More wonderful table topics, the myriad of liquids that have come out of our nose from laughing. The teacher I sat with won with vomit I was second with Icee. We did have more serious talks on mental handicaps, society, life, professions and that lady that coughed into my food at the salad bar line THEN held her hand over her mouth.

We had to talk back to the convention center. We walked, we ran, we joked, my classmate with the cast on his arm developed a spanking fetish with me along the way and I kept chasing him and threatening to break his other arm.

We arrived some guy was giving some monotone speech on powerpoint his voice sounded like the speech function on a computer. I read for a very long deal of time until they started calling names and handing out medals then we all moved forward.

When they said his name we all screamed like sissy fan-girls. We hugged him and took pictures. I did a sexy photo shoot with a palm tree.

Then I sang "Tribute" and "Fuck her gently" by Tenacious D in a duo to someone's camera. I find the latter song quite amusing because true romance and tenderness is basically dead. Quoted Anchorman with the Pants Party bit and other stuff like that. Might be uploaded on youtube in the future. I hope to God it's not.

We drove to school, upon arrival I bought an Icee took part of my uniform off, said my farewells and started the trek home.

I showered, slept, read then clarified a bit of a misunderstanding with a dear friend. We've fought somewhat and I started distancing myself. Why?

Because I love her and care for her a great deal and when I got hurt I'd keep it to myself being the wound up complicated creature I am secretly hoping she'd beat it out of me.

She didn't beat it out, she didn't try therefore coming off as indiffrent or uncaring to me, little did I know she thought it was what I wanted to be left alone and was doing what she thought best.

Fun fact about Seb if he loves you and cares for you and you love him and care for him and he tells you he wants to be alone or that it's fine or it doesn't matter he's probably lying, he's just testing if you'll not care and take the leap and care and try regardless. Because friends who do that... those are true friends.

I love her a lot, don't know whats going to happen from here though.

Break the dam, rip it all out and lay it bare, then tell me you still love me or leave.

Today was oddly sociable but nice and I feel hopeful and cheerful that the misunderstanding worked out.

I see no more storm clouds gathering ahead but you never know. I'm happy for now and I'll make the best of it.