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Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
We get two full weeks away from the machine, I couldn't be happier. The clay mold that they constantly try to pound me into will cease for fourteen days. I will have time to just relax and not worry about tests, homework, and all the unnessessary bullshit that comes equipped in a student's life. I feel like I write better when I am away from school for longer periods of time. Things are looking good for this winter break. Our half day today wasn't too bad. Musgrave, the coolest teacher at Lenape for many reasons, played Family Guy in his class. We took notes in Hammond's class even though I didn't take any. Fuck that, it's Christmas. In the back of my head I know I am just screwing myself because when we get back to school and I have a test on this shit I will have wished I took notes but fuck that. I'll figure something out. Hammond showed human emotions today, she cried over a story she was reading. All out crying, weeping, having trouble getting through each line. It was about how you shouldn't blow off old people like your grand parents because you'll be sorry when they're gone. I guess Hammond was an asshole to her grandparents and she regrets it. I came about 10 minutes late to Italian class just because I can. I walked in and sat down and all the teacher had to say was "Ryan, you're late." I smiled and said "I know." And that was the end of that. Gotta love a crazy pregnant teacher who cares just a little bit less about shit than all the other teachers. We played Super Mario Bros 3 in tv tech, usual. World 8 is impossible. Brennan, most boring person alive, sounded promising today. She said we're going to watch a video. I expected Family Guy. I got a boring chem video made in the 70s and we had a worksheet to fill out about it. I just handed it to the girl next to me and made her fill it out for, what a gal. I just relaxed in gym and listened to music.
Then 12:18 came and I met up with Samantha and she took my bus home. Incase you didn't go outside or look outside the windows today, it was fucking gorgeous. It felt like summer. And I'm not just saying that because of the temperature, it was the atmosphere. I was walking up to Pizza King like a typical summer day, the sun on me and what not. On the way back Samantha and I stopped by the woods. And what do you know, there happens to be a fucking couch in the middle of the woods. Perfect couch, no holes, no bugs, no dirt, nothing. It was perfect. It was like Donnie Darko. So yeah, we couched it of course. Nothing like sitting on a couch in the woods on a beautifully warm December afternoon, looking up at the clear blue sky. And of course it was extra nifty because Samantha was with me. But how weird is that, a perfectly good couch just sitting in the middle of the woods. Very odd.
When we got back to my house Joe was in the basement and I was worried that would fuck over our day because that's the only place to hang out in my house. But Joe was going out anyway so everything worked out great. Hmm, we exchanged our Christmas presents from each other, Samantha's were very thoughtful. She got me a book of all of Salvador Dali's artwork and his biography and a big Kill Bill poster. Bitchin, thanks again Sam! [...] And seven hours later Samantha went home. Today was a good start to Winter Break.
To prevent this entry from being just about me yacking away about my life because that's boring, I'll include something interesting. Up until a few hours ago I had never told anyone about this. Samantha was the first person I told. Freshmen year, I guess I was 14 when it happened. I took a week off school in November to go to the Dominican Republic with my family as a vacation. We live near the Philadelphia airport and the Newark airport. We could just as easily go to one instead of the other, we go to each about the same. So we take the Philadelphia one down, it's a shitty vacation. Hurricane Michelle gives us bad weather the whole week, we get stuck in our shitty third world country hotel room for most of the time. The only thing that saved it from being a total trainwreck was that I did a flip off a seven meter waterfall. It was so damn bitchin'. So anyway, we go to the Dominican airport and there is a flight home to Philly and Newark at the same times, we just chose Philly. We get on the plane and fly home. When we return we turn on the news to find that the Newark plane had crashed, everyone on board was dead. Easily, very easily, that could have been me. I didn't really think much of it for some reason, normally my skeloton would be trying to jump out of my skin from some freak shit like that, but I wasn't. It was just kind of haunting. This was one of early causes for my sister's sleeping disorder, she had alot of nightmares about this and eventually she became afraid to fall asleep. When I went to school on Monday Mr. Musgrave was relieved to see me because he thought I was on that flight. So anyway, for whatever reason I never told anyone that story. I guess it slipped my mind. Well now you all know. Lesson learned, we all stroke death every once and a while. May seem bad, but I guess it's good because it makes you think about life just a bit more.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
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