Lazy Goes On Holiday, part 1

I'm currently in Florida, enjoying the sand and the sun. Well, not at the moment since I'm locked up in the world's most epic beach house typing this, but in a few minutes I'm going to go chill on the beach. We're in town for my uncle's wedding. The bride's family is allowing us to stay in their incredibly well-equipped beach house free of charge, which I find incredibly kind. In case they see this, thank you very much! You guys are great!

Anyway, once the wedding is over, we're going to Disney World. I've never been before and am quite looking forward to it. My cousins told us to avoid Magic Kingdom, as it was too young for even eight-year-olds, and my tech support homework is to go on Space Mountain. I'm going to go on Space Mountain, even though I don't particularly like roller coasters. I'm still going on the damn Space Mountain.

Not only is Florida home to Space Mountain, but there are FLAMINGOS here. And not only are there flamingos, there are PELICANS. The pelicans are hilarious... they just kind of chill until they see a fish, and then it's swoop! and it's DINNAR TIME! They're so funny! I want to kidnap one and take it home with me. :)

Anyway, going to go to the beach now. I'll post some pictures when I get them taken.

One Bad Week

All I can say is thank Longcat it's Friday. Friday of a three-day weekend, to be exact. And all I can say is that it's about time. This week has been hell.

Monday: Woke up early, went to school, and promptly fell asleep in finance class, resulting in getting a discipline referral for snoozing in school. After that, I had tech support class, in which I found out that yes, I get to install special software on the computers that takes about a million years to install. Oh joy. After that, I had government in which I got into an argument with one of my closest friends over political crap. And then I got about a month's worth of English homework that was due by next class.

Tuesday: Fell asleep in Advanced Programming and missed all the presentations since I was asleep. At least the teacher was cool about it and let me nap, realizing that my health isn't all that great and that teenagers do need to sleep. Tech support went well, still had to install the software, but figured out a way to do. In photography, I got oil paints on my freaking clothes, which won't come out. So now there's this big gray splotch on my best pair of jeans thanks to that crap. And my photography teacher hated my work anyway, so I ruined good pants for nothing. Then, I went to lunch. Some stupid fatass bought the rest of the ramen noodles, which was all I could afford, so I didn't get to eat anything for lunch, and nearly passed out in Psychology.

Wednesday: Went relatively well... can't think of anything that sucked too badly off the top of my head other than failing a government quiz.

Thursday: Ugh... got caught browsing the news sites in Advanced Programming, epically failed reimaging a computer in tech support, got really hungry in Photography and couldn't eat my damn sandwich because of the chemicals, and then bombed a psychology test. I haven't gotten the grade back yet, but I'm going to be honest: I will be incredibly surprised if I got anything higher than a D. And then to put the cherry on top of the cake of fail, I went to the grocery store to pick up some dinner. Nothing unusual, right? Not that difficult. Just get some damn pot pie and we're good. Or I thought we were, until I realized the car battery died! Even trying to jump-start it didn't work, so we had to walk all the way to the mechanic shop a little ways away. They managed to get the car running, but they think the alternator went bad. So I no can has car until that gets fixed, which means I'm back to relying on my parents to take me everywhere. Not that once my dad gets back in town I'll have a car anyway, but you know what I mean.

Friday: Thinking that my finance test would be easy since my class is full of people so stupid it takes them the entire block period to Google something, I naively decided that it was not necessary for me to study. Oh how wrong I was. That test had all kinds of difficult crap on it. I take comfort in the fact that if I failed, everyone else epically failed. I had double government, and got stuck sitting behind the Evangelical Conservative Christian Birther girl. Even my good friend who I'll refer to as Pigeon (inside joke) who is quite conservative was ready to smack her upside the head. At the end of class, Pigeon turned to me and just shook his head, as though he couldn't believe all the B.S. he was hearing. THEN I had to go write an essay on one of the most useless books ever written, Ethan Frome. Now, this wouldn't be such a problem if this essay wasn't worth THREE DAMN TEST GRADES. So if I did badly, I basically just screwed myself over for the rest of this quarter. Lovely.

I could go on and on, but don't want to rehash every little thing that sucked this week (well, if I didn't want to do that then why the hell did I type all this up?). So I'll stop here. But I really think that this week might be setting the standard for bad weeks everywhere...

Regarding the Sink

I volunteer at the local library to get my graduation service hours done. It's a crap job with crap pay ($0) and the head librarian hates my guts. I've had to deal with old ladies who get angry when you don't have a copy of the King James Bible right on hand (what do I look like? The Bookmobile?), people who want "dog books" without telling me exactly what they need, and crazy little kids who try to take books off of the holds cart. It's enough to make a person want to jump off the roof of the library, cart-o-books in hand. But occasionally, something really cool will happen. Once, it was finding a $20 bill tucked inside an old encyclopedia. And yesterday, I found a book. Well, that much should be obvious. I mean, I am in a damn library after all. But this was a book I had no idea existed until yesterday. It is the sequel to the book I must have read upwards of a hundred times as a child. That book was called Regarding the Fountain.

The sequel to that book is called Regarding the Sink. These books are chapter books written in letters and emails. The storyline is that there is a famous fountain designer who gets commissioned to make a new water fountain for a middle school in this small town. Things get out of hand when the students discover that the reason their water is not working well is because there is this big conspiracy involving two of the town's most powerful business people. With the help of the fountain designer, they catch the criminals and get the world's most epic water fountain (the damn thing has an ice rink, spa, soda fountain... it's not yer ordinary water fountain). The second book is about a bad sink clog that got stopped up. The fountain designer is contacted again to design a new one, but she doesn't respond, and there's a senator that slashed the state school funding by 90%. I don't really know what happens next since I'm really not that far in the book. They are meant for elementary to early middle school students, but you know what? I don't really care. I was so happy to find a sequel to a book I loved as a kid that I checked it out after my shift was over. The librarian (the one that hates me) gave me a really weird look when she saw what I was checking out. I guess she thought I was a creeper or something... oh well. She's a bitchy librarian with nothing better to do than glare at people using computers and harass teenagers. Thereby her argument is invalid, and she can't pass judgement on who's a creeper and who's not.

Lazy Goes To The Fair

I got out of school today to go to the State Fair of Virginia. Usually I would be jumping around for joy like a sugar-high eight-year-old with ADHD, but I did have to miss a rather important psychology test. Normally I'd say "what the hell", but this year I'm actually trying to pass my classes...

Anyway, enough blah about school crap- on to the fair! Despite having to wake up at the usual time of 5:30 AM, everyone was pretty excited about traveling to the fair. We all loaded on the bus and got the usual lecture about "what happens on the bus stays on the bus, so if you've gotta go, hold it until we get there." I got stuck in front of some people who were talking so loud they pierced through my headphones. And when you're listening to speedcore at 70% volume, that takes a lot. But whatever, it's not like I was on a flight next to a crying baby for eight hours. I only had to put up with it for an hour and forty-five minutes, so it could have been worse.

When we got to the fair, we divided up into groups. I got in the group with people who wanted to go on all the rides. Normally I like amusement rides, even though I'm a bit paranoid when it comes to them, but then I saw the ticket prices. I have to go to the World Capital of Expensive Crap, Disney World, next month, and then a few days after I get back from there, New York City, so I didn't want to pay $20 for a ride pass... and then I proceeded to spend WAY more than $20 on snacks and jewelry. Well, more on the snacks- fair food is expensive. Actually, speaking of fair food, I ate way more fried stuff than I probably should, and I was even brave enough to try a fried candy bar. It was delicious, but I think I gained about 10 pounds just thinking about it! I should have taken a picture and uploaded it to This Is Why You're Fat. No matter, I don't intend to eat fried candy bars every day, especially since even though it was good, my body couldn't handle that much fattening content and rejected it- I haven't been able to eat anything else since then. One good thing about this trip was the strawberry sweet tea- my friend's grandmother makes it as well, and hers is an old family recipe. While the tea at the fair wasn't as good as my friend's grandmother's, it was the closest thing to decent sweet tea that I've ever had from a mass company.

The way back was rather interesting... some guy fell asleep and someone doodled on his face with a Sharpie, and he didn't wake up, so that provided some entertainment. But this time I was able to listen to my music relatively uninterrupted, so that was nice.

I took a couple of pictures at the fairground- I'm not in any of them, though, and probably no one wants to see my ugly-ass self, so you'll just have to make do.

I was really pissed because I had this great shot of the roller coaster, and then some fugly bitch had to get in the way. And she wouldn't move! So I can't post that epic picture... damn. The best one is the one you can see at the top of this page.

Starting From Scratch

Some of you may remember back when this blog was called The Rant. Well, I hadn't updated The Rant in quite some time, and I really had no interest in continuing with that line of blogging. So welcome to Paranoia Room, the new blog from The Lazy One! Technically it's the same blog, but let's just pretend it's the grand opening, OK?

I'm looking forward to this endeavor!