kids and microwave pizza
As much as I like kids and clueless little babies, I have officially decided that kids can be so annoying. Sometimes they just don’t get it. And it’s not because they can’t understand, they just think it’s cool to do something over and over again.
It is currently a Friday night, which means my parents fellowship is here, along with their kids. Ten minutes ago I stepped outside to look for something to eat. Lo and behold, I still had one microwave pizza in the freezer. Okay, yes, I had a life-threatening encounter with microwave pizzas just a few weeks ago. But let’s ignore that for now, and concentrate on the fact that it was the only remaining thing to eat. So, I took the pizza out of its wrapper, flipped the tray thing so the silver side was up, stuck it in the microwave, and set it for 2 minutes and 45 seconds. Then of course, to avoid the noise outside, I came back inside. Out of habit, I refuse to pay attention to my microwave’s beeping and tend to wait a few more minutes before I eat it (something I failed to remember three weeks ago). Unfortunately, 2 minutes and about 32 seconds later, the kiddies decided to remind me about my cooked pizza, and have so for the last (now) 13 minutes. I’m not quite sure why it’s bothering me, but I think the door-banging, shouting, and slipping-paper-under-my-door probably contribute. Do they really think that I don’t hear? It’s kind of interesting listening to their conversation. They speak as if it concerns life or death that I go outside and get the pizza, and are currently trying to pick my lock. And now they just picked it. If they keep talking to me I’m going to be so freaking pissed off…
I hope I was never like that. And that they don’t look through my stuff, which they are actually currently doing. Wow. Was I really like this? Mm they just played my guitar and are touching my keys. Too bad their parents aren’t here. Sometimes I wish that they break something so that I can get a new anything. Like a guitar. That ding that I put in it during the first week I got it gets me mad, so if they broke that I could probably care less. Mmm yes, the parents have come downstairs. Good. It’s about time.
On another note, I have yet to submit my private apps. Part of me is being so lazy and banking on the fact that some essays are optional. I think I’m recording tomorrow for all the arts supplements. Too bad it’s basically been two months since I’ve really played Tchaik and Bach; wonder how those will turn out.
Andddd they’re still playing with my lock. I hope I’m patient with my kids…
If I went to Homestead, I would take PE Bowling. Every single year.
I thought of something philosophical the other day, but I can’t think of it anymore.
Break is almost halfway done. I’m surprised to say that it hasn’t gone by that quickly. Being about halfway through seems about right, but I’ll regret saying that in seven days. I’ll leave with a song.
One Touch - Gabe Bondoc
Verse 1
One touch and I’m hooked and I am drowning
One look and I’m lost inside your eyes
Excuse me, I don’t mean to be staring
But I’ve forgotten all my lines
Chorus
I was gonna say, “Hey, you’re looking fine today
Not that I’ve only noticed now.”
I was gonna say, “Hey, you think there is a way
That I could get you to stay for a while.”
For a little while…
Verse 2
I’m trying articulate and failing
My words just aren’t cooperating
“Breathe deeply,” I’m trying to tell myself, but
My heart won’t slow ’cause of you
Bridge
I tried it once or twice, not looking in your eyes
But that’s impossible, baby
This feeling’s so brand new, I wanna speak to you, but
I was never good at impromptu