So, a new post! It only took me, what, 20 days to the day? Wow, good one Alex! You can tell when you need to update your blog more (not that anyone is really a devout reader here) when you type in the website link in and the little box underneath it doesn't come up with the rest of the link when you're halfway through typing it like all your favorite sites do, like my e-mail and lame icon sights because I constantly need a new icon for AIM...I'm just weird like that.
Anyways, it's Friday the 13th ladies and gents! My personal favorite day in the 'weird days' category; like Groundhog Day, and Makeout Day, and Hamburger Day (which I don't know is actually a day but I bet it is), and you get the picture. I seriously love this day because while everyone else believes that today is the day most likely to die, fall down the steps, break a leg, arm, vase, etc, I consider this day lucky. And, no, I'm not just trying to be one of those 'I'm different from everyone else because I reject people!' sort of folks, I just like the day. Proof is that today in Lit, I won Vocabulary Bingo. I know, I know, 'So what?' you're thinking. But wait, it gets better. Not only did I win Vocabulary Bingo, I won Vocabulary Bingo...TWICE! Ooh la la. I did not end up winning the signed Hines Ward jersey, though...which is a pity because he definitely rocks my socks.
But this post will get better though, I promise. While we're on the subject of the Steelers, you know how Big Ben Roethlisberger's called that like that big clock tower in London is called the Big Ben, right? One of our Vocabulary words was allusion and one of the examples was Big Ben the man and the clock. Up until that point I honestly thought he's called that because he's a big dude, right? Like Big Ben, Little Alex? I seriously thought that. Then it made sense. I was one of those kids that do the loud, "Ooohh!" in the middle of class for no apparent reason except something just clicked. But this is when the story gets good (and if you don't like this one there's another one that should be better, but I royally suck at storytelling so maybe not). So last night at work, this guy came in with this huge duffel bag of Steeler stuff. T-shirts, blankets, hats, watches, flags, the list went on and on. And because it wasn't 'official NFL' wear it was super cheap. I bought a T-shirt for $5, and when you only have $6 total, that is a very good bargain. So I bought this shirt (I had no choice; all the rest were adult XL and L, and I barely fit into an adult small, this one was a kid size 14) that's black and it says 'Big Ben' and there's a picture of Big Ben the guy and Big Ben the clock and some of the city of London and it says on the bottom 'The time is now.' Clock, time, Big Ben. Get it? I felt pretty good that I actually understood the shirt before I bought it thanks to normally useless vocabulary.
And then, this morning, my bedroom is right across the hall from the bathroom. My dog's cage is in my bedroom, ok? Just to get the scene set. So I have the radio on in my room with my usual morning wake-up music (either a mix or My Chemical Romance currently) and I leave the room, turn off the light and shut the door so I can brush my teeth, right across the hall. My mum comes out of her bedroom and said, "Um, Alex? You realize that you left your radio on, turned off the light, and locked your dog in your room in the dark?" My dog was sleeping in her cage when I had left. My mum opened my door and gave me a mean look.
"Well, I did know about the radio because I'm just going to brush my teeth, I'll be right back, but no, about Lana, I didn't know. Sorry."
"Alex, let me tell you a story."
"Alrighty then."
"So my friend has a two-year-old, and you know how toddlers don't speak all that well right?"
"Uh-huhh..." I replied wondering where this was going.
"Well, his favorite toy is a dump truck. Except he cant exactly say dump truck. What he says is dumb f***." Ok, so I don't think I'm allowed to actually say what she said online but it rhymes with truck and starts with an f. Got it? Even I can figure this out, y'all (with all this 60 degree weather we're having, I'm an honorary red neck. Yee-haw.).
Ok anyways, my mom goes, "Alex, that's what you're being right now."
Oooouch. Like she was just kidding, but who wants to be called a dumb f***? Even less by your mom! I felt kind of bad about myself. But I still thought it was funny too. That's just the sort of messed up person I really am. So I told all my friends about what happened and they laughed and told me I was hilarious, and asked why this sort of crazy shit happened to me. 'Who else would it happen to?' is all I could say. And then we have to do comments(stand up in front of the class and say something...pretty much anything actually) in my Lit class and they all thought it was pretty funny too. So either I am really funny (someone even told me I should go into stand up. Right. They've never read my el suck-o blog-o) or people pity my life.
But that is my post for today and I'm wearing the Big Ben shirt that I understand and am cheering them on on Sunday (I know you will be too)...oh, yeah, someone came to school today with a Colts jersey on. Do they really want to get their ass kicked? Seriously, when in Rome do as the Romans do. And if you want to stay alive, cheer no one but the Black and Gold.
And we have a three day weekend and I only have to work Sunday night in all four nights which makes me pretty happy. But I've spent enough useless time of your life filling you up with stories that you didn't want to know already.
I would think of some clever thing to say in Espanol, but that would require being clever, which I'm sort of lacking in that area.
