“Christmas is fun. Multiculturalism is boring. Even if you’re not a Christian, you like presents and food, that’s Christmas, you can enjoy that. But any time multiculturalism invades, it just takes the fun out of something.”—
1. Only on Christmas does one receive food and presents 2. Christmas is not multicultural 3. Non-white people are invasive and scary 4. Christmas is the only legitimate holiday during the winter season, excluding Haunukah, Kwanzaa, Bodhi Day, Eid-al-Adha, and Winter Solstice. 5. Greg Gutfeld is an idiot.
I guess I should start with a follow up on what I was talking about last night.
My bro (and I mean non biological) was the person I ‘told off’ and his response was more on the side of what I feared it would be. I’m not sure I entirely like the direction he’s going in, but only time will tell. Text is never a good medium for discussions like that, but I felt that’s what I had to do.
Meanwhile, school sucked today.
Yesterday I took out one of the marching baritones during jazz band. Since we had our drumline director (who plays trumpet professionally and says that kit isn’t a real instrument), I decided to ask him about why the valves seem troublesome. Turns out the valves need to be broken in, and there isn’t really a problem. I’ve never had a new instrument before, so this is news to me. While I was playing it, the head director locked the room it was kept in. I had to put in [I wont say where, but it’s in school].
Today she bitched me out for taking it home and I never had the chance to say that I didn’t actually take it. I’m noticing I’m not doing well at maintaining my composure lately, so I wasn’t my usual cool self that can handle the normal bitchfit that she threw. I shouldn’t allow this kind of a thing to make me take a step back, but that’s because I’m not all that I usually am at the moment. As I was typing that, I sorta found the previous sentence funny, I shouldn’t let being accused of stealing a $1400 instrument hit me. (Although, she said it was a $400 instrument, bitch doesn’t know a damn thing about brass.)
So after I rolled off of that, English came. I wasn’t in an amazing mood already today, so I’m still I bit down at this point. This class used to be good, sitting next to me on both sides were chicks that seemed to enjoy competing for my attention, sometimes a bit too much. 5th period would be hugs and fucking cupcakes. The girl to me left moved to the corner to escape this obnoxious kid that always has to fucking talk.
Girl to my right is giving me mixed signals. I’m getting tired of her being all over me one minute, then ignoring me for the rest of the period. And it’s after I got to thinking we’re cool with each other, given how much of a friend she claims I am after us knowing each other since sophomore year. She claims I’m in her inner circle of guys or something, but I guess not.
Anyhow, today she walks in, the (somewhat) usual “Bob!! -hug-,” except she backs off from the hug because somehow the fact that I’m eating a cookie means I can’t engage in a hug. [If I had gotten my fucking hug, I might have shared. Don’t come at me saying you’re hungry tomorrow..]
Then she starts talking to her other friends about how it’s “National Kiss Day” and some stupid shit like that. Then she turns to me. “It’s national kiss day. Let’s go.”
erm.. I mean, I’ve done similar shit like this to other girls, but nobody who I’m actually somewhat close to.. And by similar, I meant I’d go for an actual kiss, no “on the cheek” unless I don’t actually want it.
So I figure, “ok, then. I know the drill. Go.” And… she fucking pulls out halfway in.
Wha? “I meant on the cheek.” -doesn’t go again-
I’m sittin here like >.> Just gonna leave me here, disappointed?
"Wait, did you just kiss Bob?"
"No." -everyone looks at me-
I just wanted to go into a little box and stay there.
"So you’re just gonna leave me hangin?"
"Yup." -turns around to talk to someone else, ignores me for the rest of the period.-
I figure I’m fucking done with her. Normally I walk her and her friend to class, but I just went on my own, because she wasn’t gonna talk to me anyways, even if she did, I wouldn’t enjoy the conversation.
So yeah, people + me is not a good combination right now. I’m feeling like shit, and somewhat distant right now. I’m not necessarily gonna push anyone away, but I’ll just sit here and watch to see if she floats away or not. I feel I’m sorta losing something about myself, so I havta remove all this bullshit and get myself back together.
I find it ironic that Republicans have such disdain for the lazy, and yet their solution to everything is do nothing. Their answer to wealth inequality? Do nothing. Healthcare? Do nothing. Climate change? Nothing. Racism? Doesn’t exist. For a group of people so head over heels in love with self-reliance, they sure do recommend a lot of sitting on (one’s) ass.
If A Christmas Carol was performed by the Tea Party Dramatic Society, it would be a cautionary tale about how the hero, Scrooge — a blameless job creator — is turned into a socialist through the corrupting influence of Tiny Tim. And the play would end with a simple, plaintive question from Mr. Scrooge: ‘Just how much of my wealth does Mr. Tim think he’s entitled to?’
And that is the great Republican fallacy of this election: that our economic problem are due not to Wall Street’s gambling, but because too many Americans are lazy. But there are 16 million unemployed, and we only created 80,000 jobs last month. The problem isn’t laziness — it’s math.
This is where the Republican Party is now: in favor of people dying because they don’t have health insurance. In favor of letting people go unfed if they won’t work. And if they wanna work, but are Mexicans, in favor of putting up a fence that electrocutes them.
Yesterday the cops found drugs and a gun on somebody.
Today, as I was standing outside the door, looking for a path to ninja through the crowd, a cop walks up. “Sir, step through those doors, please.”
I carry a laptop bag full of folders and notebooks, a bookbag with 2 textbooks and music and water. In my right pockets are keys, iPod, tuba mouthpiece, bits, and euphonium mouthpiece. Left pocket is cellphone.
Security was just >.>
Learn the hard way to not search band kids. They’re lucky I didn’t try to bring in my trombone. I should have, not to be a dick to the cops, but I think we have orchestra today. >.<
I want to have a nice little yellow house in the suburbs, near a hospital so I'll have a job but close to a really good school. I want to bake pies and set them on the windowsill and have a claw-foot bathtub. However, I don't want to meet the neighbors. It has to be in a quaint state such as RI or PA where I can shamelessly follow Martha Stewart. Oh, and there needs to be a synagogue close by.