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Two tales . Ready?

1. Today on the car ride home (from school), somehow the topic of how I came to be arose. Apparently the birth control my mom was on at the time didn't quite work out. The manufacturer accidentally switched up the order of the pills in the package. Basically the one's that were supposed to stop the whole baby-process from happening were actually blanks, causing many of it's customers to become pregnant, one being my mom. Hi, I'm Aaron, and I was a "surprise". Not a mistake.

2. Today in english while I was working hard on an essay, the teacher was just kind of hanging out and telling the class their scores on the HS exit exam. I ignored it at first, until curiosity gripped me with it's bright red hands and punched me in the face. I was a little worried for some reason though. I could remember the day when we took these cursed tests. Especially the math portion. I had been sick, my braces hurt, and I was just generally not in a test-taking state of mind. I thought to myself, "how lame would it be to have to re-take that. Better yet, how STUPID would I look?". Eventually I told my teacher all of this, and she simply stated "oh I remember seeing that you'd passed." I was a little more at ease, but still nervous for some reason. Finally she checked and said, "uhm yeah Aaron, I'm looking at the scores of my advanced class, and, yours are higher than THEIRS. You totally passed." And just looked at me like I was an idiot. I was wrong?

Blog Frog

This blog will be written in green in final respect to a frog I never got to know.

Today I awoke like every other day, got dressed, and made a pop tart. Yeah, I ate "breakfast"...freaky. My mom drove me to school, I said "goodbye forever" and stepped out of the car. I walked towards the three steps I take every day ( every day that I decide to go to school) when I noticed that the gardeners had already been there, leaving little patches of grass strewn about. I stepped around them as to not get my sexy white kicks grassy, when I noticed one particularly green "lump" surrounded by red. Grass isn't red. I looked closer to find that it wasn't grass, it was a frog, or at least a frogs remains. It first struck me as "gross", but then I thought about it more and more, and soon found myself not even paying attention in class.

It had to have been stepped on. It didn't have markings or any signs of being run over by anything. Who does that? I mean a frog isn't something you accidentally just squish, they're too big. You'd have to do that on purpose. It was weird, and just boggled me.

After the bell rang, I walked by the same spot where it had been to find only the blood stain, but no frog. Something probably ate it, or kicked it away. I'm still wondering where it went.

The weirdest part came later when I was home taking a nap. I actually had a dream about it...what a freaking creep! Who dreams about dead things they saw for like no more than five seconds? I don't even remember what happened in the dream, just that the frog had been there.

I should probably concentrate on the 72 essays I have assigned right now.

Funburn

So being a member of the Californian community (CC for short), I decided to take advantage of todays heat and go swimming. After 10 laps, I figured the vomit-y feeling was a good indication that I should stop. Stop I did. I then grabbed a nearby floating thing and layed out for a while. I got up/out to get my SPF 15 chapstick, because we ALL know that sunburnt lips hurt more than child birth. I put some on, and almost went back out before being struck with the best idea I'd had all day. Basically I drew a smiley face on my chest with the chapstick, knowing it would leave a slick mark if I laid out more...and it WORKED.




Does posting a shirtless picture make me a slut? Ah oh well...when you've got it...

Un-fun-ness (is now a word)

TODAY:

*My mom spoiled the surprise of telling my brother about the Radiohead tickets that I got him on ebay because she was mad at me. Real mature.

*My spanish teacher apparently marked me absent even though I actually sat through that stupid ass class for like two effing hours. I smell a beat-down.

*I was using one of the MILLION toothpicks that I go through every day due to my braces, when I totally turned my head while it was near my mouth. I now have a lip piercing.

*The skank at DQ didn't bother blending the cheesecake into my blizzard, so it was just like two huge chunks of cheesecake over a whole cup of cherry ice cream (I smell a second beat-down).

*My aunt died (I actually didn't really know her well at all, but I feel bad for my family)

*I had NO idea what I was doing on my math test along with the rest of the class.

*Some kid TRIED calling me emo again, but I snapped back with something witty and he shut up lickity-split.

*My first nap in a long time was interrupted by my mom telling my to go take out the trash cans.

*That stupid cheese cake on top of cherry ice cream nonsense is making my stomach sad.

*My nose is runny.

*I'm mad at 3/4 people in my household (and they're mad at me).

And after all that crap, I'm still barely in a bad mood. I don't know what's wrong with me, but none of those things are really bothering me that much...logically they should be, but they're not. Suck on that jerks.

The "good kid"

Are you sick of spring? I'm sick of spring. Pretty much the only good thing to come out of it is a sale at Target, but that can also be said about the other three seasons. So much for that. At least it's not obnoxiously cold. I'm anticipating my transition BACK to shorts for the summer, but I can't decide whether I should shed the jacket too...Ehh why not. You have my word.

Right now is the akward limbo stage of school...ending state testing, then we'll go back to normal lessons for about two weeks before preparing/taking finals and such. Sucks for the seniors who are about to be thrown out into the real world. Good luck with that suckas.

So today we went bowling in P.E. for the second time. I'm just getting right to it: I stole the shoes. I've always wanted to, and I figured "eh, they've got tons of those things, they're not brand new or the greatest shoes ever, and I've been basically perfect my whole life. This teensy hiccup of rebellion won't hurt anyone." And that was that. Who's proud?

What else is up? Well, a few days ago, I found out that the "funny" guy in one of my classes STRAIGHT UP called me emo whilst I was absent. Thankfully some good people let me know, so I was able to shoot him the dirtiest look fathomable, leaving him speechless for a few seconds. Of course this has come up before, but it still bugs me. I mean I can understand how people think I'm un-social, seeing as how I'm pretty quiet when around people I don't normally associate with, but that dosn't mean I'm "depressed" or "angry". How bout you try talking to me before coming to this stupid conclusion, much less announcing it to the whole freakin class. Eff you bud.

And finally, it looks like I'll be going into yet another weekend without prior plans. SOMEONE just loooooves going out of state for the weekend with their family. Maybe I'll toss in some driving, because I need the practice. Oh, wow. When did I get old enough to drive? Crazy stuff right there...

The little engine that didn't really want to...

Well it's Thursday...yea.

In the last few days I've been on this little room-improvement fix. Now I havn't actually acted on any of my groundbreaking ideas yet, but I'm considering them to a FRIGHTENING extent. Well now that I'm done lying, I might as well come out and say it: I want my own freaking computer. Surprisingly, my mom was acting like she was into the idea...after all, it would mean no more sitting in the middle of the family room for hours at a time. Instead I'd be in the comfort of my very own room! I counted out my money, found a suitable PC pack, and got all pumped up, only to find that my dad wouldn't have it, and that my mom simply won't try to convince him to change his tune. What. Thee. Hell.
Don't worry though, I'm not giving up. Not by a long shot.

Anyway, onto the cool.

So today I decided to step into my back yard and look around, only to find two really really big "birds" in my pool...with colors...and webbed feat...and duck bills. WAIT A SECOND, "birds" don't have duck bills. DUCKS do. That's when it dawned on me that they WERE ducks! I ran inside and grabbed my phone and took some pictures and videos. I have no idea where they came from or how long they'd been there, but I like ducks, so I just kinda watched them swim around for a little until my dog ran up and ruined everything. Still, it was a really cool thing.

Not much else is going on for the time being. I'm considering getting a job, but can't decide whether I should wait until I'm sixteen, or just go for it...time shall tell I guess.