I knew today would be bad because I woke up to my alarm clock. I hate my alarm clock. Its sole purpose is to wake me up in the morning, something I hate to do. And yet, if it fails to wake me up, I hate it even more. I grumbled around the room for about an hour, during which time I took one of Keely’s amazing fortune gumballs. What fortunes lie ahead of me today? “Bad Hair Day.” Great. Even the gumball machine is laughing at me.
Six hours of sports. Six. Hours. Of. Sports.
Obviously, the only thing that could balance this out is some chinese food. So Andy and I found an exciting buffet and sat there for two and a half hours, so that improved my day. In a random side note, the other day in art class we were using chopsticks with our ink (don’t ask) and I swear, this is what the chopstick packet said:
“Welcome to Chinese Restaurant.
Please try your Nice Chinese Food With Chopsticks the traditional and typical of Chinese glonous history and cultual.”
And on the back:
“Learn how to use your chopsticks
and held firmly
Add second chcostick
hold it as you hold a pencil
Hold tirst chopstick in originai position
move the second one up and down
Now you can pick up anything:”
Gotta love engrish.
Moving on. I’m a big fan of fortune cookies; today’s said “It’s time you asked that special someone out on a date.” What special someone? Does the cookie mean my special someone will say yes? If so, where can I find this special someone? What special someone? I needed a second opinion, so I asked the all-knowing gumball machine when I returned to my room. It said, “Take a Chance.” Right. So I’ll take a chance and ask my special someone on a date, even though I’m having a Bad Hair Day. I’ll dazzle him with my knowledge, tell him that telephone is pronounced Dian-hua in Chinese, and ask him what the hell a “glonous history and cultual” is.