Well... I came inches away from the end of the world about an hour ago. It wasn't good. It's scary being that close, all electronics stop working. I must warn you.. When you get that close to the end, your cell phone stops working. So you will be unable to say goodbye to anyone or thing you hold dear.
Anyway... My cell phone froze. Weird?
My PDA also froze.. NOT COOL!! How in the hell was I going to play Solitaire? And where was I to store my important meetings, notes, contacts and upcoming appointments? I can't live without my Pocket PeeSea. Fortunately, my dad was not as hysterical as I was, so he was able to think rationally and come to a reasonable conclusion. DUH?? I should have known... All my dad had to do was...
-Release the stylus from it's designated slot.
-Unscrew the end of the stylus off.
-Use the end piece to push in the "super secret hidden reset button that looks like a tiny screw"
-Then screw the end of the stylus back into place.
-Replace stylus.
-Press the on/off button to turn the PDA on.
Man I feel like an idiot.
Today at the skate park this mother and her 2 children asked to join me on the bench. I said that was fine. (only because it's not my bench to deny children from even coming near)
I over heard the mother telling her children to stay away from the other bench because the "punk kids" over there were using horrible language. This made me laugh because the whole freakin' skate park is horrible language. I guess she felt like the far bench with the girl wearing a soulja rag would be a safe haven for her young. Maybe I should have taken off the rag to expose my devilish horns.
So... the mother continued to complain about the frequent innappropriate swear words used throughout the park. Her children did not seem to mind. They even asked her to be quiet because she was embarressing them. Funny..
I really don't know how to make a reasonable assumption as to what age a child could be.. They all look the same. So these children looked about 5 and 6. But their vocabulary was quite impressive for this age, i think. The little boy decided to break the ice between me and him by complimenting my cell phone which sat next to me on the bench.
I said Thanks, but I should have caught on to this kids evil plan to ruin the rest of my day.
Once we established that I had a cool cell phone, we talked about everything I would imagine you are not supposed to talk about with a five year old. From smoking weed... To Kenny Chesney... To wishing death on parental units.... Skating (of course).... Tounge Piercings.... Alcohol.... SlipKnot??.... And other hardcore heavy metal bands..
As if I wasn't already totally weirded out, the mom decided to inform me of the heavy metal band that her son and his friends are in. I tried my hardest to mask my confusion with an "interested look" on my face. This was to let her know I wanted to hear more about this band along with her whole life story. She explained that their band was alot like the band "SlipKnot".. Correct me if I am wrong, but I've always been under the impression that SlipKnot was too much for someone my age to handle. I've seen the shirts.. They're always black with red letters that resemble blood.
Who knows? Maybe they're a christian band. But I'm pretty sure they serve up a fine helping of innappropriate lyrics and swear words.
Once she completely lost me with the whole SlipKnot story, she went on to tell me how if she were me, she would never get married. Okay?? Since I mentioned the word "marriage" to her prior to this statement??.. ya. She told me how she was married and had kids but wishes she wasn't married.
Then the little boy asked her if she didn't like "dad". She responded with an under the breath "Sshh.."
At this point, I was convinced that this family was sent to my bench just to weird me out and make me use my brain on a Sunday afternoon to question this oddity. Why would this lady be trying to hide some deep family secret from me? My unreasonably harsh and critical personality must not be hidden that well.
So.... to make a long story short... This woman was unhappy with her husband, has a shameful past life, lives in Friendswood, is a breathing specialist, forgives only me for doing anything bad such as smoking cigarettes and she also used to do drugs. She also feels as if Daniel is way too old for me. (he's 25 and I'm 22, whoa) And she said that it must suck for me having to live with my parents at age 22. Oh Ya... And she also asked if I had any piercings in "naughty" places..
Weird!! I think I prefer sharing the bench with Daniels Posse over disturbingly twisted mothers.
Also, the little girl (age 6) only said one thing the entire 2 hours and that was to ask if she could use my camera..
What the hell?
I don't like kids. After today, I am a little fearful of them.
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