Nobody commented on my last post except Mom (twice). If nobody comments, I just leave it up for a long time. Feedback keeps you getting new material. After all, I'm writing all this; you have to write something in return.
-Ever since the exodus things have been a little quieter around here. Lately a big story has been school letting out. First there was exam week. Not for Matt. He's so super genius, he doesn't have to go to school. Well I didn't work enough this year, so I was only immune to three exams. Three! I just assumed I was exempt from accounting, but at the last moment Mrs. Lawyer came over with a 91.2% B for 4th quarter and said that I needed two A's since it's two semester classes (what kind of idiot system is that?) and told me there was nothing I could do about it, so TS. The other ones I have no excuses, I was just lazy. Mom's always telling me I need to get over my "inertia". I know. But I didn't this year, or at least not enough. Mom, please don't comment on that, because I've heard the same thing over and over again. (I know you still will, because that's just you.)
-So there's never anything like the end of the year to make me feel like an idiot. Which I deserve. But then school let out, and everything was right with the world again. I've been staying up really late--'til about 0500 or so--and not sleeping as late as I want because it's so hot and because everyone keeps waking me up. Yesterday Micah did it. He had gotten a bunch of fireworks the previous day and he was blowing them up so early in the morning at 1130. I finally got fed up at 1200. Fortunately, he got in trouble for blowing up a really big one right outside our neighbor's window (she wasn't home, though). Then I had to clean up my room, which consisted mainly of throwing out garbage and putting laundry in the basket--I overflowed it mightily--and we went to BJ's graduation party. We were supposed to be going to Grandma and Grandpa's, but Dad was doing something or other with computers and needed a few extra hours, so we went. Mom insisted I get him a gift, so I gave him some Calvin and Hobbes books I had. I wasn't using them, because I have another book that consolidates both of those into one, and the Sunday strips are in color even. By the way, I hear Bill Watterson is going to be at OSU for some reason in a couple two or three weeks. I'm going to find out more information and see if I can negotiate going. We had fun at BJ's party playing cornhole and Boggle. It was weird hearing his parents call him Brian. I ate lots of Cheez-Its.
-Then we went to Grandma and Grandpa's house in Oxford. There was a wreck on one of the highways leading up to it and we had to take a detour and Dad got completely lost. He ended up taking us in a huge circle all the way back to Colerain, which meant we had to take fifteen minutes and come back to where we'd just been and have Mom take the right turn to get there successfully. We all rubbed it in Dad's face. But then he got to eat some good pork chops and mashed potatoes at Grandma and Grandpa's house. We all got to, I mean. It was reheated is all. Then we stuck around... played Scrabble (I won)... and we decided to sleep over. I forgot my journal when we were going up, so for only the third time since 20OCT2003 I didn't write an entry last night. The other two times (in order) I left it at school and I was really really tired.
-Today I got up at 1200 and had some waffles Grandpa made me and we waited around because a guy from Watson's furniture was coming over and they had to be there. What it is is, they bought some new chairs for their porch, but a couple of them were wobbly, so they wanted better ones and the Watson's people were giving them a hard time about it. Turns out the guy who came over was really strong and just bent the legs back into place. Grandpa said it went better than he could've imagined. Then we went off to see Star Wars III. Grandpa hadn't seen it yet, but Micah and I had. I still liked it. I guess I see what my cousin Erin was saying about a lot of the dialog being ridiculous. Like, "Not if anything to say about it I have!"
-Crowduck is in just a couple weeks! Mom and Dad are telling me I need to get some driving hours in, so I imagine I'll drive a lot of the way there. I think it'll be fun...in a way--- the way that sitting in a car driving for five hours at a time is fun. That is, fun, but only until the novelty wears off. I'm also expected to take on a more "adult" level of responsibility at Crowduck itself, i.e. drive a boat and start memorizing where the good fishing spots are on the vast expanse of lake. I don't know a lot about fishing. As yet, my knowledge consists of Put the line in the water and have whoever's driving troll awhile and then move on to another spot. I was going to read up on fishing, but my library books expired and I couldn't renew them because somehow my fines had shot up above $10. I checked and it turned out I owed about twenty cents on pretty much every book I ever checked out and four dollars on a video that was two days late. I can't rent any library books until I pay that off, but I think Mom's going to for me, since she's the one who drives me downtown. When I get my driver's license she won't have to worry about that anymore. Didn't this paragraph start out being about Crowduck? We're leaving on the 28th. I'll be in radio silence for about a week and a half while I drive all over with various people in my family.
-For one other news item, I've put up my font Cyril for critique on a website. It can be found nowhere in particular. I'm going to redraw the italic. Don't worry if you don't understand 90% of the stuff they and I are talking about. After Matt was done looking at it he told me, "My head hurts." Then he told me he was listening to some song that I thought sounded really stupid to remedy it. I think it was about clowns. You guys discuss it amongst yourselves. He's on vacation in Virginia right now, so that will be a pleasant little surprise for him when he gets back.
-What's your favorite Beatles song? I still like Eleanor Rigby. I also found the dumbest one ever in terms of lyrics. It's What's the New Mary Jane, not Come Together as you may have believed.
2 comments.
Isn't it amazing that being smart doesn't necessarily teach you to think like an adult and accept adult responsibilities? Only time and experience will do that, and your time is getting very close!
We're looking forward to having you stop here on your way to Crowduck. I wonder if you will recognize or remember this place, as you haven't been here since you were 4 years old.
Aunt E.
Everybody thinks it's weird when my parents call me Brian and my family thinks it's weirder still that the whole world calls me BJ. When I go to college, I will be known as Brian (barring some name my roommate sticks me with, like "Cheeseman" or "Shrimpy"), so BJ will become strictly a Finneytown thing.
I immensely enjoyed the Calvin and Hobbes books, of course. After the party, I was so exhausted so I just vegged out on the couch reading them. It was great.
Completely agree about the new Star Wars flick. I thought the plot and action were miles better than the previous two, but the dialogue was like a knife in my belly. I was literally wincing as I listened to the characters say some of the corniest, most recycled lines in cinematic history. However, I thought that some of the acting was good. The actor who played Emperor Palpatine was excellent, for example.
Where, or what, is Crowduck?
BJ
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