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My Face is Still Cold.
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We went skiing today. I was waiting at the top of lift two when my friend and his father came by. They stood about 30 feet away and Walt (the father) said, "Hey Elliot, that's Jocelyn." "Yeah. I see," Elliot responded. They shrugged and walked away. Holy cow guys! I can hear you, you know? When I told my sister, she laughed. Are boys alway like that? She suggested that I ski past them and say to myself (loud enough for them to hear), "Oh, it's Elliot," then not take a second glance back. What a jerk. I guess since he has a girlfriend now he won't associate himself with me.
It sort of reminds me of when I was little and learning how to ski. I skiied by this instructor, who turned to his pupil and said, "That's how not to do it." I wanted to "accidentaly" ski into him and stab him with my pole a couple of times. Then I'd brush myself off and say, "Perhaps I'm not skiing right."
On the way home from skiing, father got pulled over by a cop. The police man was...well, like I'd expect any police man to be like. He said to my dad, "You were almost going 60mph in the 35 zone. You were 22 miles an hour over the speed limit." Naturally, father lied. "I didn't realize I was going so fast." The police man, though I couldn't actually see, rolled his eyes (I'm sure). "Didn't you realize you were passing all those cars? You passed right by me." Father looked pleased. I was sure he was about to say, "Yeah! Did you see me go? High five!" Instead he said, "Well I didn't see I had passed you."
Once I got home I took a long shower to relive me of whatever stress I had acumulated. There was a spider in the shower also; I think I about steamed the poor little guy to death. Perhaps he deserved it...there was a mysterious bite on my leg this morning when I got up.
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 Posted by: Kloof Sat Jan 05, 2008 @ 11:11pm
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My First "Real" Job.
This Saturday I earned the nickname "Kitchen" working at a christmas tree farm, my uncle's. Since I'm a bit taciturn, I didn't sell trees. I was in and out of the house making and serving co-coa and coffee for the unruly crowd of customers.
Everyone is different, a cliche that my expirience has emphasized. Some people would hover very close to me until I offered them coffee, while some would shove me aside, grab the very cup from my hand, and fill it themself. Some one bought a $27 tree, then asked if I had change for $100. It took me a while to figure that one out. Heck, it took me a while to figure out the change for $40; I shouldn't be a cashier.
After the hectic day, my uncle approached me. He puffed up his chest and said, "Since you're now 16, I'm going to pay you more than minumum wage, $7 an hour!" He smiled and looked proud of himself. I nodded in agreement, then mentioned bashfully, "Uncle, minimum wage is $7.65..."
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Posted by: Kloof Sat Jan 05, 2008 @ 11:09pm
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Wii Adventures!
I stood in line from 4pm to midnight to get the newest addition to the family, my Wii! I named him Count Six...
It was crazy. Well, that's an exaggeration. I went to Walmart and they only had 20 Wiis, therefore only 20 people were in line. I was number 6.
We got a lot of weird looks. Two girls came out of Walmart carrying big trashcans. While walking quickly, they shout, "Get a life!" as they scurry away. They couldn't have said, "Oh God, Run away!" any clearer. We didn't care, but they thought we were like the crazy Playstation crowd, gonna come beat'em up. Other people would drive by, hanging out of their car, yelling, "Games don't equal love, get a life!" No one moved. We watched them drive by, quite undisturbed.
The constant questioning was starting to get annoying. "What are you in line for?" "Wii." "Oh, Playstation?" "No, Wii." "So you're still in line from a few days ago?" "NO! We're in line for Wii, not Playstation 3." The Sony Wii, Nintendo Playstaion 3, Wii Playstation, Nintendo Sony...They didn't know the difference. After awhile, when people would ask, we'd tell them, "We're just lawnchair fanatics." or "Can't people just loiter around Walmart for fun nowadays?" About that point people would walk away.
It was an adventure, I suppose, for a teenager. We celebrated with champange. X_X Joking, I'm too young...it was only sparkling cider...but it was a special moment anyways!
Count Six and I will be buddies forever! xd
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Posted by: Kloof Sat Jan 05, 2008 @ 11:08pm
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Red Flags.
This is when the red flags start to raise.
Arriving early to school one morning, I decided to wait the cold winter morning out in the caferteria. I was the only student in there, besides the lunch ladies (at the moment breakfast ladies). They were setting up the breakfast equiptment, but seemed disturbed by the noisy refrigerator that held milk. What I witnessed was quite amazing. The lunch ladies gathered around the vexing fridge and took turns kicking, shaking, and pushing it, in attempt to silence its mumbles. I was shocked that they let such an insignificant noise bother them, considering we students are more than thrice as loud. It makes me wonder what they would or want to do to us.
This isn't the only thing I have witnessed. While waiting in the school office, I watched our peaceful secratary pull out two large wires. She weighed them in her hands, then said with a smile, "Hope these don't set off the fire alarm!" Then she set off into the back office, carrying these dangerous cords, and laughing all the while.
Honestly, sometimes teachers give me the spooks. Who knows what their real motifs are? (ie: revenge, power, control, fear, to be feared...)
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Posted by: Kloof Sat Jan 05, 2008 @ 11:07pm
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Stereotypes
Stereotypical things do happen. When they do, they’re unexpected, because you know they’re supposed to be expected, but everyone knows stereotypes are…just that, stereotypes. *Sighs* I fear I’m not making sense…
Aren’t Asians stereotyped for driving poorly? My friend Yumi has a mother that is exactly that. Once, Yumi’s mom picked me up from my house (after passing it several times). Then, while backing out of my driveway, WHAM!
“Mom!” Yumi says in an irritated voice, “You hit the tree!”
“Yeah yeah…” Yumi’s mom mumbled. Yumi rolled her eyes, as if to say, “typical,” then everything went on as normal…. That is, until we reached the school zone. Over three speed bumps we flew at 35 miles per hour. By the point I was gripping my seat and looking over at Yumi reproachfully.
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Posted by: Kloof Sat Jan 05, 2008 @ 11:03pm
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Posted by: Kloof Sat Jan 05, 2008 @ 11:01pm
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Sanzolufsopchofrobinke.
San-Zo-Luf-Sopp-chofrobinke! Their name is my name too. Whenever I go out, the people always shout, there goes San-Zo-Luf-Sopp-chofrobinke! Na-na-na-na-na-na-na! *nods* I knew there had to be an easier way to say, "Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Usopp, Chopper, Franky, Robin, and Brooke" in one sentence. So I made it one word. Here's a picture of him... it.  Kudos to those who can determine whose body parts are whose.
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Posted by: Kloof Sat Jan 05, 2008 @ 10:53pm
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Posted by: Kloof Sat Jan 05, 2008 @ 10:37pm
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