Nothing, really.

This entry has no specific purpose, except to provide yet another distraction to prevent me from starting my homework.

It’s gloomy and nasty and icky and rainy and gross today. It makes me want to do nothing, except maybe sleep more. And eat. I did go to the gym this morning, though. I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE PROUD OF AN ACCOMPLISHMENT.

So, last night was full of band merriment. Some of the marching band seniors have a small village house, so we headed over there for some quality band bonding. We played some card game that was like those nerdy Pokemon card games I always played, except it was with cowboys and guns and shooting and stuff. I committed assisted suicide after about 30 minutes so that I wouldn’t have to pay attention, because it was boring.

Then, some kid did magic tricks. He seemed to be very intensely proud of the whole magic thing (card tricks are cool, not gonna lie). Another guy there expressed skepticism, and it was a very bad idea. VERY BAD. Heated arguments and various magical demonstrations ensued. Never has bonding or magic been so very awkward, tense, uncomfortable, and HILARIOUS. I heart marching band so much.

Two days ago, Emily G. and I made a cake for her birthday.

A double-layered cake, frosted with two jars of Nutella and sprinkled with crumbled up Pirouette wafer cookies (the tube kind filled with chocolate).


Nutella cake

Nutella cake

It was, by far, the most delicious 10,000-calorie thing I have ever consumed.

Just looking at it might give me diabetes.


Needless to say, we’re both popular now. My life’s dream has finally been realized and I can now die happy.

(JUST KIDDING, that was only middle school. My REAL life’s dream is living in a bounce-house house. AND IT WILL HAPPEN.)

It’s Saturday afternoon, so naturally, I’m sitting on the computer, doing nothing. The rain is limiting.

I’m so jealous of those village-housers. I want to snuggle up in a blanket, in a comfy chair, in my tiny college-sponsored house, with a couple of my friends, and play board games on nice-looking carpet that won’t give you tetanus from skin contact with it. I’d have to import these friends from other states, though, and shipping is expensive, so I guess I should wait.

I’m at point A in life right now. I assume most people have a point B, perhaps graduate school, a career, something like that.

My point B is death. I should really look in to changing that.

p.s. Something is making our hall smell horrible. HORRIBLE. LIKE ROTTING ANIMAL. I think it’s coming from the trash can, but since last night was Friday night, I’m really too scared to look.


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5 Responses to “Nothing, really.”

  1. Brandon Says:

    If point B isn’t devouring an entire Nutella cake I think you’ve got to re-think your life plan.

    I can’t tell you how jealous I am that it’s raining where you are and you have a giant Nutella-based cake in front of you. That is just about perfect.

    Oh, and your life goal with the bounce-house is amazing. Moye and I just saw one outside of an Armenian church on a walk to the post office and I told her how badly I wanted a bounce in it. Then she deflated my dream by telling me I’d deflate said bounce house.

  2. Emily Says:

    I wonder is appliances can be affixed to rubber. I’m thinking it would be difficult to use a bouncy stove and a bouncy toilet.

    We’re having a family reunion this summer, right?
    Soooo, here’s a thought. You and I secretly order a bounce house. We all party, and the quality of the reunion grows exponentially.


  3. Moye Says:

    Yeah, Brandon’s a pretty big fatty. Especially when it comes to bounce houses.

  4. Emily Says:

    My parents let me get a bounce house for my 18th birthday party. It was mind-blowing. It also had an 800-lb weight limit, which must be enough for at least a Brandon and a half.

    However, it did have a strict “NO SLIME” rule, which was disappointing. My birthday party just wasn’t the same.

  5. Brandon Says:

    A slimy bounce house? That sounds amazing! If there was a machine that threw whipped-cream pies at everyone it’d be like living in a Nickelodeon show.

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