Hello, everyone. Darkie-chan here to tell you about something I've learned today. I will recap what happened within the past several hours...
Well, I woke up at about 7:30 AM to my dad yelling at me to get up and eat some breakfast. I did so, shuffling into the kitchen wearing my favorite pajamas and a tired expression on my face. I was then suddenly somehow reminded that Nicole (aka MadameAnarchy) and I were going to go out today. So, around 8 or so, I called to her house. Only she was still asleep. So her mum woke her up, we talked through what we were going to do, and got a plan together. And so, around 10 o' clock or so, she swung by my house, picked me up, and we headed down to Opry Mills mall, where we spent several blissful hours walking around the said mall, discussing German metaphysics theories, French names and their complete inability to declare one gender over the other, old people, Vatican crack pairings, and the deep Hellsing philosophy regarding vampire sympathy (or lack thereof) and really big guns. As well as the proper way to turn the object of one's revenge's head into ketchup. It was heaven. We then went to the food court, grabbed some SUBWAY (during which Nicole firmly told me that I am not black and should cease all attempts to act as such) and Coke, ate, and continued on our way. After several hours, we went by CD Warehouse, where Nicole showed me their anime section and bought a GreenDay CD, then went to her house, where we holed up in her room and watched YouTube amvs on her laptop.
Here, I will interrupt and add something. I am introducing a new entity into the world, known as the Equalizer. The job this being performs is as such: He makes sure that however much fun you are having, there will be, later on, a direct inverse proportion of deep shit. Thus being said, this is where the shit began to hit the fan.
My dad called, asking why I wasn't home yet. I told him that I was at Nicole's house. He wanted me back by 3. My mum said I could stay until 4. I suggested that Nicole could drive me home. HOWEVER. Rush hour had started. And, as if that wasn't enough, it started raining. Nicole's parents were home, so maybe they could drive me. No. My dad wanted to pick me up himself. Of course.
So, my dad took me home, ranting and raving about me not having any logic or reason in my head, yadda yadda yadda. Then, when we started pulling into our street...what in the hell? Our neighbor's dog is running around in our yard, driving our dogs crazy. Apparently, our neighbor's wooden fence is so cheap and shitty that when it rained, the wood got weak and half the fence fell apart. We then had to catch the dog, coax her back into her own yard, then prop up the fence while trying to keep the dog from getting out again. The neighbors weren't home, so of course, we didn't get any help. And the ground was slippery with mud, so that didn't help much.
Then, as an attempt to appease my dad, I offered to feed the dogs before getting busy with making supper. He agreed, and I headed out the garage door to get the dogs' bowls.
Bad idea. The alarm was still set. So when I opened the door, the siren went off. At least it wasn't loud enough that I didn't have to listen to my dad swearing to high heaven. The police called to make sure we were alright and get our code to make sure we were the owners of the house. However, as luck would have it, the girl on the other end could HARDLY speak English, and she couldn't understand half of what my dad was saying, and her accent was so terrible he couldn't understand her at all. So, of course the code business was bungled, so she sent the police over to our house, so my dad had to explain to the authorities what had happened. During this time, the salmon he was making was burned, nearly setting off the SMOKE alarm in the process.
After that, we heard a crash and looked outside on our deck. The ladder that my dad had been using earlier that day had fallen and nearly hit and broke the windows. He went out and put it on its side so it wouldn't do any more damage.
My mum came home and talked to me about how she doesn't like my exam grades. Oh, never mind the fact that I got a 98 on my Honors World History exam, something that even my teacher Mr.Cornwell was proud of; I got an 80 in Spanish and an 82 in Geometry. Apparently, with grades like those, all I'll ever be useful for is for flipping hamburgers at McDonald's. I was then dragged to the local YMCA and put through an entire hour of Zumba class, in which the teacher was clinically insane.
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Soyeah. Full day. But don't worry. For that time that I spent with Nicole and just talking, it was well worth it.
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