2005-12-09 - 7:46 p.m.
Last night they mentioned the upcoming snowstorm so i knew damn well i had me a day off, and i damn well needed it. I can't explain it but even thought we just had 3 days off for Thanksgiving i feel so damn crowded at school, and that's with getting 2, 99% on 2 tests i between this week and last week.
One didn't really count since it was a first aid test taken for health class, but just the same only 2 of us got 19 out of 20 questions right.
Its always good to let everyone know that i'm not just a pretty face......lol.....or ok, that i'm not all brute force.....but i got brains to back it up.
And its good to bring those papers homes so moms can see and think i did something great. Otherwise i would wipe my ass with those test papers, because that's about all their worth to me. I don't need no test to tell me i knows what i knows, because most of what i learn is worthless, school crap-o-la.
Anyway so i was delighted to have a free 3 day week brought to everyone of us by a beautiful winter snowstorm. I woke up at about 4am and saw the snow coming down and went back to bed happy.
At about 9pm when i came downstairs to get some breakfast moms tells me to get dress because i'm volunteering at the hospital because most of their usually volunteers wouldn't probably come in because of the snowstorm.
I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself because i wasn't doing shit but chilling the rest of the day. But these chances to prove that i'm the good son come few and far between and i been feeling like i'm gonna be needing all the good son brownie points i can get before whatever it is that got my spider senses tingling happens.
So after letting a AwSHIT look come to my face, i said i would be ready in 30 minutes and i showered, shitted and got dress and off we went down the hill toward a delightful day of pushing carts to old ass people rooms.
I have to tell you diaryboy, i hate old people, i don't know why these motherfuckers want to stick around so damn long. I mean what kind of life can they have when their 80 something year old. Unless they are one of those rare types that can still move around and shit as if they were 60 something, why stick around. Last week so old ass bitch of about 80 or 90 was hunchbacked walking in front of me. I felt like telling her ass to commit suicide and get the fuck out of everyone way.
Shit she had 80 something years and she was walking all slow and shit, and looked like a fucking dry up geezers, and shit. There has got to be a point when living is to damn hard and dieing becomes a damn good ideal.
Of course theirs the point of weather your going to hell or heaven, and if they think they're going to hell i can understand not wanting to hurry shit up, otherwise fuck living past 80 years old.
So that was my fate today i had to go around asking these dried up, old ass, soon to be dead, or should be dead, ancient motherfuckers, asking if they wanted a book or a helping them get up.
YUCK. i hate touching they all ass bastards.
It really wasn't that bad, i kinda like hospitals and having the run of one. I spend most of my time walking all over the hospital, then hooked up with moms and the other have nothing to do with their times volunteers adults for lunch.
One of them was this guys name David's moms, i wanted to tell her that i hated her sons ass but i made like we were good friends, and shit, but then she asked if i was gonna be in the xmas show at school. Moms asked what that was all about, i had to make it sound good even though i didn't want anything to do with it.
Last year i was gonna be involve with those geeks singing in one of the weekly shows, but i don't have a drop of wannabe a star for 15 minutes in me.
All you hear is people wanting to be in the shows to sing, and dance and show off. Fuck them Brad Dick Pitt wannabes. Tom Cruise is a punk and so i Brad dickhead Pitt.
So after lunch the Sun came out and most of the snow was plowed to the sides of the streets so i told moms i was gonna call a taxi and get my ass back to the crib.
She said thanks for coming, all smiles and shit, i felt kinda bad for being such a bullshit actor, acting like i didn't mind being there when all i could think about was getting the fuck out of there, but that's the price i have to pay for playing the good son, and like i said it wasn't that bad, after all i was there for only about 5 hours and i only did shit for about 2 of them.
So i spend most of the rest of the day chilling, doing nothing, i did get in a hour long phone conversation with Loraine, about school, can you believe that?
Got the day off of school and wasted an hour of my time talking about it.
DINOBOY
