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First off: Thanks for calling Fearyn(Michelle?I assume) IT MADE MY DAY. [:
Well, this is what pretty much happened yesterday: I didn't know WHAT room number my saturday detention was in, and by the time I found the room I was 10 minutes late so I had to leave, AND AND AND I got some contacto lenso.
So this is what happens: I'm woken up by my alarm, I press SNOOZE to get more SNOOZE, and then before the next alarm came my mom was like "Oh Robert, you have Saturday school." so I thanked her for reminding me why my Saturday was gone and why I had to wake up at 7:30 on Saturday. So I drive down to the school(well I don't drive sad ) and pretty much tell my mome to wait outside for a couple of minutes if I'm late, or I seriously can't find the room. So after walking around the third floor trying to open all of the rooms, I come to the conclusion that it's not on the third floor. So I try the SECOND floor, and this is where there are SAT taking people everywhere, so I just decide to ask where the room is, one of them tells me, I get to the room and Mr. Kimmerly(teacher ADVISING saturday school) just said "You're late; go home." It turned out pretty much like this.
So I get driven back home, and then I find out I have an Optometrist(I think that's what eye doctors are called) appointment, so then THERE GOES MY ENTIRE SATURDAY! So I go there and I find out it is for getting me contact lenses, so I was a little happier. So I go ahead and do all the eye testing stuff, and they make fun of my vision, even with my glasses on. So they tell me I need new glasses AND contact lenses, and then they gave me this sheet to pretty much discourage me from getting contact lenses and saying all the side effects(Not really) and everything that could happen if you use them incorrectly, or AT ALL. After seeing the sheet I decided that it would be just fine, and that it was worth the risk.
And after the whole OPTOMETRY thing, I am driven all around town and then my saturday was gone. ---------------------------------------- UPDATE! Alright, I had to battle this HUGE spider which would swallow any normal man whole. I simply kept my cool, did not scream, and did not keep my legs up so the off chance that he came near me, would not crawl on my feet. It sort of went like this.
And I kicked it's a**, because it made me feel like a big man!
Coach Z · Sun May 08, 2005 @ 05:57am · 4 Comments |
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