Spring Break; Abridged.

Oh thank Jesus almighty, school has started back up again.

I have never been so happy in my entire life to go back to that damned place. Okay, okay, so it's not that bad, but it's sure as hell bad enough to need a break from. This time, however, the break did not treat me well. Okay, so overall it wasn't that terrible, but there was quite a bit to make me want social contact again.

It started off absolutely perfectly. On that Saturday, I got to see Izzy. We did the beach clean-up here on one of the local beaches. Her father drove her over, and it was a day filled with happiness and volunteer-work. We talked, and goofed around. We wrestled on the grass. I bit her ass. There was much nipple biting. Good times. Then we went over to Dairy Queen and picked up a burger. There was a slight mishap with shitty service, but that smoothed over as soon as I got my damned Butterfinger Blizzard I ordered. Then we chilled at my house for a bit. A splendid day, really.

The next few days went fantastically (although not as good as my weekend). Doin' nothing, except getting a couple job applications and such. Mostly just chillin', web surfin', TV watchin', and all those other lazy activities that so fittingly can be made lazier with an "in'" at the end. Times were good. Life was good. But then the first blow came.

On Thursday I was supposed to head over to Izzy's hometown (as shall be called "Scratching Beans" here) to get me some meningitis vaccination (we're "poor", and didn't have anyone around here that would give them out cheap enough to afford right now, and Scratching Beans was one of the closest we could find), so I figured that I'd invite her to come with use. We could hang out for a while beforehand, and then chill afterwards, maybe get some dinner with my family, and everyone would be happy. She would even get to see me in intense physical pain (I am terrified of needles. Not so much the needles, but I hate the feeling of whatever they're injecting going into you. It gives me the heebies). It would be fun for all, but nope. Not going to happen. Her mother approved, then vetoed her ability to go. Dammers... I guess I'll just spend a day in intense physical arm pain, and Izzy-less to boot. I did get to see her for a little bit though. She had some library books to return (they were due one of the days she was gone), so she got out of the house and I walked to the library to see her. As it turned out, the trip wasn't that terrible. We ended up taking a mini-road trip, which was fun. It was me, my mother, my father, my sister, and my sister's friend (who will here be called Baffolo). We just kind of drove off and ended up quite a ways away, then turned around and came home.

Come Friday I had yet another day to relax. Sounds good right? Wrong. My Izzy was gone (described here), and the sinking realization that I got absolutely nothing done my entire break sinks in. I was supposed to get a job. I failed, so now I have to do 2 hours of work everyday (2.5 on the weekends) without pay, until I find a job. This of course leaves me absolutely no time to find a job, so I'm kind of stuck there. In addition to this horrid realization, I also found out that I cannot find a single scholarship I'm eligible for that hasn't already passed. AND I hadn't sold a single candy bar for my physics class. I still have about 80 left, that I was supposed to have sold by tomorrow, but still haven't sold. And, to top it all off, I got a letter telling me that I did not make it into Reed (my dream college, although I did get on the waiting list).

The next day I had to work. We ended up working for about seven hours. I got $50 though, so I can't really complain about that. The job wasn't that hard either; I was carrying wood from trees that had been cut down and removing gorse. Damn I hate that stuff. I got to use a pick-y thing though, which was fun. I found a golf ball and ended up spending about a half an hour or more trying to crack it open. I failed, of course. A wet ball is hard to hit with a narrow wedge of equally wet metal.

Sunday was the road trip. Our road trips are always good. We don't plan, planning is for losers. Instead, we just pick a direction and drive. Then we drive back. Fun right? This one was a good one; we drove to Florence and spent all day looking through antique shops. I love those things. I ended up finding an old Minute 16 pocket camera and a Kodak Duaflex III, both from the mid-'50s, as well as a "Flash Master" and a sweet old lighter. As you can probably guess, I collect antique cameras. 's fun stuff.

So there it is; my spring break, quick 'n dirty. Well, the spring break wasn't, unfortunately, but the description was. I hope yours was more interesting than mine was, and I bid thee a good evening.