I took a final exam yesterday. Today I edited and printed all my pictures for the final photography project and took another final exam. I'm taking the night off.
Okay, so I'm doing research for my presentation and some light cleaning. It feels like I should be doing a lot more, but I just don't have the brain power. I'm going to compile my lunch and the school work on my to do list for work tomorrow, attempt to organize all the Book Arts crap on the kitchen table, repack my backpack and go watch something asinine on TV. Why do I tell you all this stuff? Today I realized why I have to use blank books instead of assignment books: I create simultaneous schedules and to do lists. I create due/do lists. (Doo-doo lists, ha ha.) I think I tell you all this because I'm trying to figure it out for myself. I do this in conversation way too often. Somebody asks me how I am and I start telling them how I've planned out my week to accommodate everything I need to do. "Thank you, Jenny, that was exactly the information I was looking for."
I sent Chris a text before English reminding him when and where to pick me up. He responded that Ant wasn't home yet, which meant he was 45 minutes late. Right before the exam started, he texted back and said Ant's bus had broken down.
Chris said when Ant didn't show up, he went out looking for him. At first he thought Ant had disappeared to the skate park or to a friend's, but we both immediately realized that would be totally unlike him. He comes straight home every day. Chris looked around and saw high school kids but no middle school kids. Ant got home an hour and a half late and was all kinds of agitated. He said the bus wouldn't start and they had to wait for a mechanic. They had to get off the bus while the mechanic worked, so all they all started using this one kid's cell phone to call their parents. When Ant asked, the kid said no. When Ant asked why, the kid said Ant was the reason his girlfriend broke up with him. By the way, until she moved, Ant was dating an 8th grader. But this was not her, and Ant had no idea what this kid was talking about. "Well, you're dating her now, aren't you?" he asked. Ant said no, but the phone was still off limits, so he went back into the school to use the phone in the office. They wouldn't let him in. The school doors were open. he got into the school- they wouldn't let him into the office. He said they offered no explanation, which could be the 12-year-old-ese translation for whatever they told him. He asked me to let him go to bed at 7 so he could get this day over with.
I said no, but I did tell him how awesome I thought it was that he tried to call Chris. I also made sure to point out that because he'd made a habit of coming straight home, we were able to figure out that something was wrong. Then we went to figure out dinner. He had waffles and egg rolls, I had cheese and crackers. Over dinner, he ruined the nice feelings I had towards him by trying to sing the Beverly Hills Cop theme song and getting it slightly wrong. This created an instant earworm as my brain tried to fix what it was hearing. He wanted me to print out the notes so he could learn it on his keyboard, but it's an instrumental and I have yet to learn how to identify instrumentals. He said it was the "crazy frog song." My look must have conveyed disagreement. Turns out it has been turned into a ringtone.
After we solved that mystery, he said that today at school he tried to tell everyone that from now on, he wants to be called Chupacabra, only he messed it up and said Chewbacca. He realized his mistake and cried, "AARRRRRGGHHH!" but this only made it sound like he was imitating the Wookie.
