I had to go to Arizona this Thanksgiving and I had to miss a day of school for it. That’s pretty annoying because then I’ll have to do make up work on lessons I didn’t attend. I’m sure my dad is trying to set some sort of record because he keeps doing this for no apparent reason other than to ruin my attendance and besmirch my record with an unexcused absence. Once Christmas comes round he’ll probably makes me miss a week of school so I can miss my midterms and then make them up later, which gives me make up work on the classes I missed while I was taking the midterms.
Anyway I had to go with grandma who kept pestering me dumb questions like which way to get through “skeerity,” as she calls it. She’s flown a multitude of times by herself before so I’m not sure why she keeps asking. We went through skeerity and then sat on our bums for a while. There was a detour flight to Chicago, which was very irritating, because I hate Chicago. After grandma used the restroom we got on the plane and did nothing for an hour. Chicago was very crowded and as I had expected everyone was very rude. This one bum even walked right into me and just kept walking. He didn’t even glance at me. And the thing is, he could have just walked around me because where we were it wasn’t crowded at all. Once we got to the gate I had to stand for about an hour or so since all the seats were taken. The flight was very long and boring and I wanted to shoot myself. I couldn’t sleep because the seats were uncomfortable and my neck hurt.
In Arizona we had to stand around for a bit. I figured Khoi’s dad was picking us up but they weren’t because they were getting on a flight. Turns out this other person was picking us up. Why they didn’t just come together, I don’t know, but after Khoi’s gang arrived we had to wait about ten minutes for the other person to arrive. Then I watched them eat tacos or something and then I sat in a stranger’s car for an hour. I was listening to my playlist which is very excellent by the way. I listen to some pretty bopping songs like Plastic Love and Cherries Jubiles. Japanese City Pop is objectively the best genre of music and if you disagree you are wrong. American music is awful, and the few good songs you get bored of after a while. I suppose eventually I’ll get bored of city pop and then move on to bossa nova or something. Then the cycle continues. That’s how my playlist evolves.
Anyhow. At the stranger’s house there were some other kids and they made me go to a tea place for whatever reason and then I had to sign up for a secret santa thing which is something you’d expect some ten year olds to come up with, not fully grown adults. And I’m pretty sure the way secret santa works doesn’t involve making a wish list. You’re supposed to guess who your secret santa is based on the gift they give you. But if you come up with a wishlist and they give you the thing you asked for, it really could be anyone and you have no real way of guessing anything. On a sidenote I had to make an email account for the thing to work. It turns out I’m the only person in existence who doesn’t have an email. I figured only adults with jobs had emails mainly for work, but apparently these nine year olds have one too for whatever reason. I’m not exactly sure who’s emailing a nine year old, aside from kiddy diddlers. So far I haven’t gotten much use out of my email, other than finally verifying my Roblock email after eight years and making a Runescape account.
The next day we probably did something but I don’t really remember. I think we played four square and badminton except everyone was bad. There was also this one show, Love is War, that we watched. It’s about a depressed man who tries to escape a psychopathic murderer. I also met tq’s “friends,” but to me it seemed more like she was the annoying little kid of the group. There was also this hotpot place. I had sushi there. This bum Angel picked off all the fish though and put it in a grotesque pile. And some moron decided it was a good idea to put wasabi on everything. Who the hell even likes wasabi, it tastes awful. We also went to this place and walked around for an hour for no apparent reason. On the last day I bummed around and then played badminton with the neighborhood kids who were all very bad at badminton.
So that’s pretty much it. I could have went into more detail but I don’t feel like it.