At least you're not stoned...

I have this friend from school, her name is Bob (Barbara). She had a very unique experience recently and I felt it was worth sharing with my viewers, few that there are. Bob is a straight A's student who is in the Girl Scouts, in Governors school and can do no wrong. However the other day her life came crashing down, in a slightly humorous way of course. Two years ago Bob went to India with her Girl Scout troop, and while there she bought a colorfully woven bag with a swastika woven on the front. The swastika originated in India and means peace and happiness, the Nazi's just stole the symbol to represent their organization, and unfortunately many people associate the Swastika with the brutality of the Nazi's and with antisemitism. But Bob, being educated knew what the symbol really meant and loved the bag, and she promptly began using the bag as a backpack. Last week while walking through the hallways of Massaponax High School, Bob was grabbed by an administrator and told that she was in big trouble and was dragged by her arm to the office. Finally upon reaching the school's office ob was informed why her arm had been pulled from its socket in the rush to get the office. Apparently the administrator had caught a glimpse of Bob's swastika bag, and found it highly offensive and so obviously against the code of conduct. Bob promptly explained what the symbol really meant and that she wasn't going to come to school someday with a gun and shoot all of the minorities, which the administrators actually told her they feared. However while the principle "deliberated" Bob was sent to sit out in the office with all of the other delinquets that exist within Massaponax. Bob sat down in the only available seat and promptly realized that the boy next to her reaked of pot. The boy quickly turned towards her with blood shot eyes and asked why she was in trouble. Bob quickly, not wanting to keep the conversation going with the scary high kid, showed him her bag. He laughed quickly, than looked straight at her and said,"At least you're not stoned, hahahah."
Bob was quickly returned to class after her ordeal and told that she might be given in-school-suspension for her offending bag, even though it wasn't really offensive to any well-educated person, which apparently Massaponax High School lacks. I came to find out later that on top of all of this Bob recieved a ticket while picking up her sister because she only had her parking lights on. And all of this happened while her parents were out of town. This story will forever make me proud that at least i'm not stoned, I do have that much going for me.

John Mayer

I wait all year long for the end of the year. The very beginning of June to be exact. There is always such energy in the halls at school, anticipation, anxiety, excitement and a whole lot of "I can't believed I failed, here I come summer school!" being thrown around. For me, this time of year is almost like Christmas, I can't wait for the magical day when I will be sprung free from the chains of High School for a whole summer. I always think of John Mayer's song "No Such Thing" where the chorus is, "I wanna to run through the halls of my high school...i wanna bust through the double doors!" The school year is winding down and i can't wait to walk out the double doors to my truck with a big dent in the side of it from hitting the stationary object at Wawa gas station. I can't wait to drive away and come home, run to my room and flop down on my bed and sleep the summer away, in between reading wondeful books and the job I am searching for ofcourse. This summer is going to be great, I will make it great! And then comes August...

Body Odor

I know the title of this post may sound kind of nasty, but it's not really that bad! Today after arriving home from school, I casually mentioned to my mom that her deodorant wasn't fulfilling it's god-given purpose. She quickly did an armpit check and took a big sniff, it was perhaps the fuuniest thing i have ever seen my mother do in my life, she's not normally that kind of lady. I ofcourse was kidding, my mother always smells like clinique happy, so she smelled fine. After doing the quick armpit check herself she grabbed my little sister, Anna, and made her check her pits. Ofcourse through all of this I kept a straight face and quickly came up to the computer and wrote this post! It's moments like these that make my life worth living! Wow, that sounds slightly suicidal...

Action Flick

Have you ever watched a really awesome action flick with lots of cool stunts and stuff? I found myself watching Mission Impossible 3 the other day, and it has tons of cool sequences where Tom Cruise is jumping off buildings and driving fast cars and stuff. Well, after watching the movie I realized that I was walking really fast and when walking around a corner I would twirl or do something silly that only Tom Cruise would do in an action flick. I had to make a conscious effort not to jump all the way down the stairs or to karate chop Cameron when he farted at the dinner table. For some reason I found this mimicking phenomenon kind of funny and worth sharing. Just next time you watch a movie like that notice how people mimick the action scenes when going about normal, everyday life, it's hilarious! (WARNING: Anything with James Bond has the same effect)

Just getting started

Now that my sister and brother-in-law are in Russia, and don't have phone access for the summer, I thought I would keep in touch through our blogs! Plus they have been begging me to get one for months now, so I will conform and become perhaps the only single person with a blog, I'm such a loser! I hope you're happy Molly, I will put up all kinds of pictures and keep updates on our family so that we don't lose touch completely while you and Charles are eating Borscht and living in a drafty apartment. I, however, will not be writing about how much I love my husband and why he is the sweetest guy nor will I write when my baby is due, because I don't have either of those things, yet. But I will make an effort to write about the bizarre things that happen in my life and make my life interesting and fun to live. And Molly, i have one request for you, please don't comment on the various grammatical mistakes I make, this blog is supposed to be fun and we can't all be grammar Nazis!