P.E.

This post jumps topic a bunch, sorry. I was just reading Life of Pi and then I took a two hour nap so I'm kind of...I don't know, out there?

When there is no one around for me to talk to, I people watch.

I eavesdrop on conversations and I watch the way people interact with one another.

It's an interesting way to pass time really. And it's how I normally spend PE.

On the first day of school I made a prediction about two of my peers. It wasn't exactly a random guess, I had been listening to them talk all hour and I had gathered enough info.

My prediction was that the girl would leave her boyfriend who lived far away to be with this guy. She'd stop doing the distance thing in favor of what was right in front of her.

Each day since then I've watched their interactions and seen if there was any truth in my prediction.
I'll admit that there has been.

But predicting the love life of a teenager isn't terribly hard, so that's not the only thing I do.

These first few weeks we have been doing our fitness tests. Pacer. Push ups. Sit ups.

In this time I got to look at motivation.

There was plenty on the boys side. What with the testosterone and the competitive attitude, there was motivation there.

I really wish I could say the same for the girls.

I'm not saying there was no motivation, but it was certainly lacking.

There was the motivation for a good grade too, but really it was more of a competition for most.

But there is one thing I've been dying to see the results of.

You see every day before class we walk laps around the gym. So far, everyday we've been walking in the same direction. One of these days, I want to get changed first and start walking the opposite way.

Will they follow the leader or continue on with what they always did?

Or perchance I'm not the first, what if I just walk the other way on purpose? Would anyone follow me then?

I would like to know.

I have a joke to tell you all...

Okay, so there is this wasp and he goes to wasp high school. Now he’s a bit of a nerd so all the other wasps make fun of him and call him names and stuff. Well one day, he just gets sick of it so he decides he’s going to transfer out of wasp school and into regular school. He gets to his new school and instantly he joins the football team. After a few weeks he’s already top of the class and he’s got loads of friends. By the end of the year he’s valedictorian and has a girlfriend and everyone loves him. Eventually he goes on to Harvard law and becomes a lawyer and he get’s married to his high school sweet heart. He becomes super successful and he and his wife even have a set of twins who they love dearly. The time comes for his 10 year wasp high school reunion. He decides to go despite only being there for a year and show all those wasps how great his life turned out. Sure enough they all apologize and he has to forgive all these people so his throat gets dry. He goes to get a drink of Sprite, because it’s his favorite drink, but the line is too long. So he goes over and tries to get a Coke, but the line is long there too. He doesn’t really like punch but he’s thirsty so he’ll take what he can get. So he goes over and what do you know?

THERE’S NO PUNCH LINE!

The Tale of Really Serious Part 2: Awkward...

I guess It was only a matter of time before things with Really Serious got Really Awkward.

After Really had figured out I wasn't that far away and I wasn't that much older it got personal.

Really informed he was a guy named Dakota. I told him my name was Charlie.

Since I was totally not telling the truth about my name I think it's pretty safe to say I am just going to keep referring to him as Really Serious.

He then asked if we were friends.

Now, I wasn't going to say no. Though in hindsight I probably should have.

I told him I guess.

At this point I was just expecting it. It didn't really come as a shock to me when Really sent me this message

RS: i dont even know if ur cute or not

I figured what the heck? I'm as cute as a button.

Me: Trust me, I'm adorable

His reply to this and how the conversation continues cracks me up. I have no clue how he was raised but I think he watches WAY to much Secret Life of The American Teenager.

RS: u sure

Me: Positive

RS: how positive

Me: Like a proton

RS: if ur so cute then you must have a bunch of boyfriends

It's his wording that gets me. Does Really expect that I just have like five boyfriends? Is that how he thinks it works? I have no idea but it's something to think about.

Me: Not at the same time

RS: how many u have now?

How many do I have now? What kind of a question is that?

Me: Let's count them! One, two, zero.

RS: u don't have one

I decided to take this time to poke fun at him again, though he didn't seem to notice. (Most likely he was too busy trying to figure out if he had a chance...)

Me: You sure are a quick one

RS: thank u thank u very much

I didn't reply to this as I was hanging out with my friend at the time. This time he took action to get the conversation running again.

RS: i ain't got one either

Of course I knew he meant a girlfriend but the entire reason I had kept texting him was to troll a little so instead I replied.

Me: Darn. I was hoping for a sassy gay friend.

RS: seriously

RS: I meant girlfriend

Me: I know. I am messing with you

RS: yeah totally i knew that

He didn't.

Later he went on to ask me why I didn't have a boyfriend so I told him a story that had nothing to do with his question. This eventually got him to change subjects.

It didn't last forever and he brought it back to his dreams of having an older girlfriend with this text.

RS: So do i sound cool maybe later I'll send a pic

I don't really want him to, because I know exactly what will happen if he does.

I don't even post pictures of my face to people I do have a good relationship with online, so no Really, I probably won't send one to you.

He probably will end up communicating with me soon enough so keep your eyes peeled for Part 3.

The Tale of Really Serious

A few days ago I was texting my friends to see who was going to our school's dance. I wanted to text my friend Megan and there was a number in my phone called "Megan" so I just assumed that it was my friend.

 

I sent a text that said "YOU BE JAMIN TONIGHT??????"

 

They replied "who is this"

 

Just in case the person was Megan and she just didn't have my name in her phone, I replied.

"This is Thunderbird."

 

RS: "no, i'm serious who is this?"

 

By now I was sure it was not Megan so I decided to try and end the conversation there.

"Clearly you are not jamin tonight. Also, I do not know you." I hit send thinking they would reply saying something like. 'okay, wrong number?' to which I would reply yes and move on. Instead I got this.

 

"Who r u?" Persistent they were so I made a choice. If they weren't going to let it go there, I would have a little bit of fun with them.

 

ME: "THUNDER FREAKING BIRD! Who is this!"

 

RS: "Who ru"

 

ME: "That's quite the name. Who, it's nice to meet you."

 

RS: "i'm really serious"

 

ME: "Your name is Really? Sorry, I thought it was Who!"

 

At this point they stopped replying, but I wasn't quite done with them yet. In an attempt to get them back I sent this string of messages

 

ME: "Really? Are you mad at me? I'M SORRY I GOT YOUR NAME WRONG!"

 

ME: "I AM! REALLY? WHERE ARE YOU?"

 

ME: "I THOUGHT YOUR NAME WAS WHO BUT I KNOW BETTER NOW!"

 

After a few minutes I got a reply.

 

RS: "ur retarded"

 

ME: "No, I'm Thunderbird. Clearly I'm not the only one with name troubles..."

 

RS: "U r very very stupid."

 

ME: "Am I saying this in a confusing way for you? My name is Thunderbird"

 

RS: "u r very very very stupid."

 

ME: "I'm beginning to think you aren't the brightest bulb. I'm not sure how to make it any more clear, THUNDERBIRD"

 

They apparently decided to switch tactics at this point realizing insulting my intelligence was getting them nowhere.

 

RS: "Thunderbird is terrible who ever named u was retarded."

 

ME: "Perhaps. But your name is really so who are you to judge?"

 

Here comes one of the best parts...

 

RS: "who is not my name but u r a freak"

 

ME: "I know, your name is Really Serious!"

 

I imagine they facepalmed at that. Or perhaps they didn't even get why I said that. None the less Really changed topics.

 

RS: "u don't even know where i live"

 

ME: "No, you never told me Really. That would just be creepy if I did."

 

Then they asked a question that I would of said long before all of this...

 

RS: "how did u get my number?"

 

ME: "That's a really good question. I wish I knew you seem lovely." I tried to cut the conversation next text.

 

ME: "Well, with that in the oven I must be off. maybe I'll talk to you again sometime. Maybe not."

 

That would of probably worked if my stupid phone didn't accidentally call them.

 

I hung up instantly but it had still connected and registered as a missed call from me. They replied soon after.

 

RS: "why did u call freak?"

 

ME: "I have a touch screen phone, things happen. Is freak my new nickname? It has a nice ring to it..."

 

RS: "i don't know who u r" Quite a shift in gears but I was used to it by now.

 

ME: "You are right! I only told you my name, that tells you nothing about me at all. I like cats. Is that better? Do you want to know more?"

 

RS: "i don't know if u live near me or several states away..."

 

I don't know about you, but I found this quite deep for Really. The conversation continues on, but mostly it's just them trying to guess my age and then getting mad at me and then going back to asking who I am.

 

If anything new happens with Really Serious, I'll keep you posted. Look, they'll even get their own tag!

Just to Let You Know

I do have some blog posts in mind, I've just yet to post them.

I'll try to get a legit post up soon though.

Also here is a joke:

Three men walk into a bar.

The forth one ducked

Хелло Россия! And School.

Я начинаю с этого поста с этим Русская из-за Я заметил, я получаю просмотров страниц из России. Таким образом, привет всем! Теперь я должен продолжить с английским

Извините, если мой русский не имеет смысла. Я использую Google, чтобы преобразовать это в русском языке.

Anyways, Today was the first day of school! How exciting!

Not really. It felt just like a normal day. Except I was at school.

I completed a lot of icebreakers, judged a lot of covers, and ate crappy school food.

You know the best part?

Due to the fact my school has an alternating block schedule, I GET TO DO IT ALL AGAIN TOMORROW!

Wooooot.

Sorry. The sudden overload of social interaction has caused me to lose my mind a bit today. Expect some sort of gimmicky post of me being...me later. I'll probably talk about books or my haircut. I don't know.

I Love The Internet

It's the only place in the universe where comparing Caesar and Brutus to teenage girls at "that time of the month" can result in a marriage proposal.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, the internet isn't normal. And that's why it's so great