Nobody actually told me to write this. I did this on my own because I’m bored. I was watched a study on how people will cause pain upon their bodies if they are bored enough. This is probably one of those times. Today, I got out of bed and accidentally stepped on A Wrinkle in Time. It was the book I was reading last night. My mom had once taken me to see the film adaptation, but I thought it was boring. I had decided to give the book a chance, but if found it just as boring to read. As I brushed my teeth, I though about the events of yesterday.
I had woken up yesterday with books strewn across the floor. I got out of bed, and the moment Grandma realized I was awake, she told me to go to church with her. Normally, I would tell her didn’t want to go, just as I had done the last two times. Unfortunately, my dad had told me that I must go with Grandma if she told me to. I hate going to church since I didn’t know what to do there. I don’t know any of the songs or passages from the Bible, so I can’t join in with everyone else. All I do is stand there for an hour. I don’t even believe in God, so it’s awkward watching these people go to church everyday, praising something that I don’t think even exists. The whole time, there were these two girls laughing behind me. If I were in school, I would’ve given them my trademark “Stop laughing or die,” look, but because I was in church, I felt like I shouldn’t. When people are laughing near me, my social anxiety goes into overdrive and starts thinking of the worst possible scenarios. After church, I assumed that we would go straight home, but Grandma took me shopping with her. She asked me if I wanted anything, so I started looking around. There were a lot of baked sweets that I probably would’ve wanted if I were a few years younger. I couldn’t find anything I wanted, so I just pushed the cart for Grandma. We came across some flowers, and Grandma wanted to buy some. She asked me to pick ones I thought were nice. I wasn’t really a flower expert, so I started to reach for a pair on the left that I thought looked nice. But before I started to reach out my hand, Grandma told me not to pick the ones on the left because she thought they were ugly. With my self-esteem crushed, I picked a random bunch of roses. Grandma kept pestering me and asking if I wanted anything, so I got yogurt so she could be quiet. As we were about to pay for all our stuff, I saw some gift cards on a rack. My dad had gotten me a Switch a few weeks back, but he only allowed me to buy a single game. I wasn’t sure if one game would last me until Christmas, so I bought the longest game they had. The problem was that the game was single-player, so if anyone came over, I was out of luck. So, I searched the rack for some Switch money I could use to buy a multiplayer game. There were not any Switch cards. Disappointed,, I got iTunes money instead. I was considering getting fifty dollars, but I didn’t want to hurt Grandma’s wallet too badly, so I settled for twenty-five. I went home and wallowed in my boredom. I texted Vinh and asked if he wanted to play anything. There was no reply. I moped around the house for a while, and then played the single game I had on the Switch for a few hours. At night, my mom called me, and to make a long story short, she told me it was my fault she couldn’t mail me trumpet. All the problems I had on my mind piled up, so I was starting to get agitated. Suddenly, someone texted me. It was Vinh. The text said one thing: No. Annoyed, I went to bed with a book called A Wrinkle in Time.
Flash forward to today. I woke up, already irritated. I remembered that I had to go to piano practice tomorrow, which was something I was forced to do. As soon as my dad noticed that I was awake, he made me go eat breakfast and then practice basketball. I don’t even know why I practice basketball anymore, since I left my team a while ago. I hate practicing basketball because the ball always lands in the grass when I miss. The grass is wet, which makes the ball wet, and that makes it hard to play. The grass also gets my shoes wet, soaking my socks in the process. The sun always blinds me when I try to shoot from the front of the hoop, so I can only shoot from the sides. Shooting from the side is hard, so I usually miss, and then the ball lands in the grass. When I go inside, Grandma usually forces me to eat an apple, some grapes, and a banana. I’m pretty sure I have a mild allergy to apple skin since my lips and throat seems to swell and get tight when I eat them, but Grandma doesn’t believe me. Nobody really does since they all think I’m lying to get out of eating apples. The swelling only happens occasionally, so I’m sure it doesn’t matter. After lunch, my dad took me to go get registered to my school. I had missed orientation, so I was worried that I might have to miss the first day of school. The reason I was so late was because Khang couldn’t make up his mind on which state he wanted to stay in. At least, that’s what my dad says. What I actually think is that Khang made up his mind a long time ago, but didn’t have the guts to tell dad he wanted to leave. Anyway, I had thought I would go to my school to get registered, and I could set up my locker there. That’s not what happened. Instead, my dad had to go the the school board and register me there. We got turned away at the door because he didn’t have an appointment. Dad went into one of his lectures and started saying how this wasn’t his fault and how he was new to this stuff. I’m fine with all his talking, but I wish he wouldn’t do it in public. After we got kicked out of the school board building, we went to buy a new trumpet. My old trumpet had a dent and one of the latches on the case were missing. I got a new one that was pretty much the same except the case was black and didn’t have a missing latch. After that, we went to buy a lock for my locker. On the way there, dad went on a rant about how he was losing employment at the store. I was planning on asking for another Switch game today, but after hearing that, I decided it was best if I didn’t. He then went on another lecture about some stuff which I forgot. His lectures are pretty easy to get through; I just have to say yes or no when he asks a question, regardless of what I actually think. We went into the store, bought a lock, and left. On the way back home, he scheduled an appointment. I overheard them talking on the phone, and heard that the appointment was going to be on Wednesday, the day school starts. So I was going to miss school. I was forced to practice my trumpet and piano. My trumpet playing sounded horrible since I hadn’t played for the whole summer. After I was done with my chores, I sat around the living room, my boredom eating away at me. I tried to entertain myself with the Switch, but I was so bad at the game I gave up after half an hour. I then got on my phone and played some random games. That lasted about ten minutes. I walked around the house for a while with nothing to do. There was a lot of stuff I had to worry about, mostly school related. I just wanted all my problems to go away, and I wanted something to do. However, both of these things I can’t really do anything about. So, I turned to my blog to entertain myself and complain about my issues. I’m still bored, and my problems are still there. Dad and his friends started blasting karaoke. I’ve been writing this blog for an hour. I guess I’ll just sit around until I have to go to bed.