Episode 6: Singing

09 January 2009

Greetings, fellow beings. Today's story includes some ludicrous acts, my ears being artificially removed, rubber, and Bankais. Today was an elated day, when the fact that the next day is Saturday, and very oblivious couples make out... more than usual... and people always glare at you for stepping on their shoes. The first story is about me. Little not so old me. I was walking (actually, it was more tripping and lumbering than walking) to my first class, keeping my head down against the bitter fog. Alas, dear friends, that proved to be a mistake. In front of me was the hugest person I have ever encountered in my measly fourteen years. We were walking at approximately the same pace, and unbeknownst to me, he decided to join a blood clot... er... a group of obnoxious people. And according to Newton's third law of movement, I kept going. Until I hit my outside force- Mr Big Guy. He could have rearranged my face if he really wanted to, but instead, being his good day, perhaps, he merely scowled at me. I was outraged. It wasn't my fault! If he wanted to stop, at least do that where little Freshmen like me don't end up running into a wall of a person. But I didn't say any of that. I was too af - I mean, I was too above him to do that. -scoff- So I went on in the day, took a brain-killing math test, and then arrived at the door of the Gym.

We had gone on a power walk, around the campus, and when we got back to the main hallway, I noticed a muffled booming coming from the Gym. I thought: go figure. a bunch of stinking teenagers and ridiculously loud music. Then I saw a bunch of girls with an iPod(tm) hooked up to a speaker. then I thought: oh wow. Just like our class... And as I neared the end of the boulevard of broken eardrums, and I thought it couldn't get any worse...Mr/Mrs Iwontmentiontheirnameforlegalandprivatereasons was right behind me. And apprently it was his/her favorite song. And he/she decided to sing. In a falsetto girly-but-not-girly-and-its-more-masculine-than-a-girl-singing-it voice. Its a wonder I didn't simply out-screech him. And then Mr/Mrs Iwontmentiontheirnameforlegalandprivatereasons noticed that he/she wasn't in the shower any more, and since bad singing is only allowed in said shower, he/she promptly shut up. My ears were ringing. And its simply scary to see a Mr/Mrs Iwontmentiontheirnameforlegalandprivatereasons singing like that. Only if you've seen he/she before. Then feel free to side with me.