Now I know how grandpa feels

This year, as well as last, i made the tremendous mistake of running on the Cross Country team for Old Bridge High School. Our team's, and by "team" I mean coach, favorite course is Holmdel Park, one of the top ten most difficult cross country courses in the nation, woot woot.

Yesterday, I came home from school carrying books like a packmule readying itself to go on a trip across the Andes. Abhi and Vikesh, my cross country peeps, only had one bag to carry, which i hardly thought was very fair. I was about to puch them into the creek behind my house, but i decided against it, pending many lawsuits. However, after i get home and eat my customary bowl of waffle crisp, i notice a disturbance above my right buttock. So i take tylenol, because tylenol is a gift from heaven which can cure anything, just like windex except its FDA approved.

After my tylenol binge, jessica and myself agree to meet at my house at seven to finish a project that she volunteerd us for. So after talking to jessica, i decided to lay on the floor, surely the floor can cure my aches. I fell asleep watching Jimmy Neutron.

WAM!!!

Two hours later, i felt like Sylvester Stalone in Rocky, a pillow materializes out of thin air and smacks me in the face and i hear a pair of giggles. "my sister and her friend" i thought to myself, but it was not, it was Jessica, Jessica had come upstairs and smacked me in the face with a pillow to wake me up, i almost threw her into the creek too, but it was dark outside so there was a good chance i'd miss anyway. As i got up to wak, i found that my right leg would no longer support any weight. I decided to make an attempt at walking, no good, so i crawled my way into my room to put some proper pants on. I have been on one foot or all fours since 7 o'clock last night. But i learned somthing from all this, Cross Country is the method that Satan has put on this earth to get those who are coming ready to the torture that awaits and that means that running cross country means that you accept the fact that you are going to hell, and this cannot stand. I shall be writing a letter of complaint to Satan this week, stating that if he does not withdraw Cross Country from this earth, I shall visit him in the samll hours of the morning and shove a bat up his nightdress.

ATMs for dummies

nine o'clock last night, jessica calls and we decide to do something, we don't know what exactly yet. After some confusion, we decide to go see flightplan. We decide that we need more ppl to go see flightplan so I invite Danielle and jessica invites her brother. 9:15pm, jessica apparates at my house. As we're on our way to the movies, we pass the movies.

me: Where are you going?
jessica: I need money from the atm, OFF TO SOVERIGN BANK!!
me: What is this nonsense? I want to see a movie
jessica: it'll be quick, two seconds **pulls into soverign bank**
jessica: Ok, what is my PIN number? **reaches for piece of paper and types it in**
ATM: Incorrect PIN number, please enter PIN number.
jessica: What, where is my money?! **reenters PIN number**
ATM: **Prints receipt**
jessica: Finally, money(7 seconds pass)...Where's my money?

From there, she commenses to read the recipt: Too many incorrect passcodes

So we decide screw the cash, we'll charge the movies on the card. We get to Strathmore movies and jessica buys her ticket.

Jessica: one ticket for flight plan
anthony(cashier): &7.00
Jessica: **hands over the card**
anthony: sorry ma'am, your cards been declined.

So push come to shove, Jessica owes me &7.00.

The first days of Junior year

Thursday and Friday were my first two days as a Junior at Old Bridge High School. The high school used to be two campuses, but this year they united them into one, so everything is really crazy. My schedule was screwed up i noticed, i got precalc when i was supposed to get AP statistical analysis, so off to guidance i went.

me: my schedule is wrong, please fix it
secretary: sorry, we don't have any computers, so it's going to take a while.
me: how can you have no computers, you've had all summer to get one
secretary: *scowls* Well you're just going to have to wait like everyone else.

So here i am in precals surrounded by sophomores, looking like a dumbass waiting for my schdule to be changed. So, after that, comes AP government and politics and my principal comes on the P.A. system.

Principal: We are aware that some of the loud speakers in the school are not working, if you cannot here this announcement, please contact the main office.
AP gov class: *silence*
AP gov prof.: You all realize that this is the man in charge of you school. *laughter*

So after everyone in the AP classes being shocked at the unheard of amount of work given on the first day, came the end of the day. Now all of these smarties along with myself in my AP chem class are waiting for the day to end and the man in charge of my school and starts talking about the busses like it's a friggin' NAVY SEALS operation.

Principal: Teachers, please be aware, do not release any students until you have been given clearance from the adminstration, the busses are not in position, repeat the busses are not in position.
AP Chem prof.: *class, himelf included, laughing* Roger that, moving to position alpha bravo, over.

So judging from these first two days of school, this entire year is going to be one humongous fiasco. But, that just gives me one more reason to make fun of my principal, and i kid you not, Dr. Hickey.

And so passes a galant vessel

Here it is, the end of summer less than a week away but at least I don't regret it becuase this was the best friggin' summer of my life.

Got to go to Orlando with some friends and no parents, it was for school, but that was just a minor detail that needed to be overlooked, and it was. Went on every ride in Disney World and just had a great time hanging out without every minute of every day needing to be planned.

And then my church and i went on mission fuge in Philadelphia where I made, or remade, some of the most awesome friends I've ever had. Rob, cool kid with fettishes for fire and hurting himself, but awesome skateboarder and Puerto Rican to boot. And the Beckett bros., William and Matt, awesome people, Matt is a little high strung, but he's an awesome kid and William isn't afraid to be himself, admirable.

But most of my summer was spent with the Beckett bros. sister, Jessica, a girl i've known since i was like 9 and just started hanging out with her this summer. We spent a lot of time at Taco Bell, playing risk and making fun of people with funny names that work at Burger King. We also began to write a story, which is turning out quite good i must say, but is just another ill concieved attempt in avoiding any real responsibility.

After m-fuge i got the nerve to ask out Jessica's best friend since forever, danielle, and that's actually worked real good (or real well for those english buffs out there). Really enjoying that, so hope that keeps working out.

So here's to 2005, the best friggin' year of my life, off into my junior year at the second ghetto-ist school in the area (#2 to Matawan) and I'll miss summer 2005 like hell

The complexities of Ketchup

Reasaurant ketchup technology moves so slow.

On the way home from work today, my mother calls me and my sister and asks where we wanted to go for dinner and after about an hour of debate we decided on the Park Place Diner. As we are sitting down waiting to be served, my sister and I begin to have a conversation about something, I can't really quite remeber. And then the waiter comes over and I was silly enough to turn my head for a few moments because the next thing I knew, the waiter and my mother were having a conversatin about Katrina in Louisiana and the waiter was saying how he had a house down there and anyway, it was just very awkward because he had just come to take the drink order.

After my mom apologizing about his house, he finally got the drink order and so much time had passed, that my sister and I were ready for the real order already.

me: I'm ready
sis: Yea, me too
mom: Oh, sorry guys, I guess I'm ready too **give our orders
waiter: (to my mom) Okayyyyyyy, you and the boy get salad bar and you all get soup.

My mom asks for the chicken and i get the onion, my sister skimps on the soup and as soon as the waiter leaves my mom gets up for salad bar, but i hate salad. So here we are, me and my sister talking about some nonsense and i take a look at the ketchup and notice how watery it is.

me: you ever wonder why the restaurant ketchup is still in a glass bottle?
sis: no
me: And man, it's so watery
sis: whatever

So I figue I'll shake it up and get it ready for my fries. SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE.... POP. The cap of the ketchup bottle pops off and the ketchup gets in our sodas on the floor on some lady's dress, just terrible.

Luckily enough the lady didn't seem to mind much, or notice, strangely eough i recieved no retribution from anyone about the rogue ketchup. Very strange, but if the ketchup had been in a plastic bottle, the cap wouldn't have popped off and caused me this dilema.

I don't see why the restaurant can't just buy regular ketchup like the rest of us.