* DISCLAIMER* I apologize in advance for the misuse of the vocabulary words. I realized how much sanity I lost when I was almost done and didn't want to include the last few vocab words. I will probably never do this again unless I'm feeling in a better mood. Without further ado, voila! Oh AND not all tales in this story are true... (:
This
is going to be an accurately innacurate story/tale/post about my life or week.
Cut me some slack… this is only a prototype of how I want to study my vocabulary words, for I feel
like I might switch it up in the near future. Anyways, lets start out the mood
with beatitude. The heyday of my week happened to be when my friends and I went out to
eat Thai food at Thai Hut, next to the Jetty. The experience was very palliating because it took
off the stress of worrying about school, scholarships, and the most dreadful of
them all, homecoming. The place had to be the most immaculate restaurant I’ve been to, nothing was
out of place and I felt like I was dining in a five star restaurant. My friends
and I ordered basically the whole restaurant, and in a matter of minutes the
food was gone. I suddenly sniffed a dank smell in the air and shot an imprecation group of words to Ricky. I knew he let
out one of his infamous farts and it wouldn’t be too long until the whole
restaurant smelt it. If only I could
save the food from being stigmatized
by his fart. Nevertheless, I enjoyed spending glorious eating times with my
friends before I had to go home and work on my ineluctable homework.
Continuing
on with my week life story, for some odd reason I have this chronic pain in my legs. It
moves from my inner side of my legs to my knees, which is quite worry some for
a runner like me. But I would like to keep this knowledge on a sub rosa level because my
coach would act in a mercurial
mood about it. Honestly, we would complain and say, “Why didn’t you tell me you
were hurt?!?!” then say “Suck it up you’re not really hurt you’re just saying
that”. You can’t really please him, it’s like he lets his vainglory get the best of
him. So, I just don’t say anything, sometimes I wish I could use my volition to speak up for the girl’s
varsity team, but you can never win with “adults”.
Enough
about my coach, let me tell you about Einstein’s protégé I met at a local coffee shop this week. His
name was Vladimir St. Lewitt and came from the lovely city of Milan. He’s
earned many accolades
in his studies of love… so kudos
to him for deciphering the women’s mind. But, as much as a highly intellectual
being he is… he turned out to be a bromide person. Not only did he turn out boring but he let out fetid smells… JUST LIKE
RICKY. AND he kept talking in prolix
sentences, losing me after the first five words. He was very obsequious to his studies so
after awhile I left him alone and decided to continue on with my day.
Oh
god how could I forgot about the bête noir of my week. There were actually two moments that really
set me in a fervid
rant. Seeing this girl is like seeing an incubus exist in the real world. It’s not pleasant
and instantly brings bad vibes. Her gargantuan fake attitude really can bring out the worse in people.
She acts like a sycophant,
which is the epitome of what she really is. The way she inveigles her way into my friends’
conversations really drives everyone insane, but we can’t do anything about it.
So we just let it happen and pretend she’s not there. I didn’t mean to expound her in such a way
that she’s an unlikeable human being, but it makes me mad how she can’t take
constructive criticism. The acerbity
of her presence can make a flower wilt. Okay I’m done, let’s go back to some
positive thoughts.
SO I
have this friend, who acts like a total chauvinist, he’s all for America, and I’ve been
meaning to ask him when his birthday is. But get this… HE DOESN’T HAVE A
BIRTHDAY. He doesn’t even know when he was born. At first I thought he was being silly and
pulling a tautology on
me, but minutes later I realized how serious he was. The happiness me started
to attrition and I felt
more awkward and lame than ever. The vestige of the conversation lingered with me all day, and I really
wished that I could’ve thought more before I said anything. The protocol for the rest of the
day was to stay away from him, oh the awkwardness.
Took
steer my mind away from the mishaps of that day I went therapy retail shopping
and bought a myriad of useless junk. BUT some of that junk turned out to be
super cool and came with a lagniappe. I couldn’t have asked for a better week.
Actually, I could’ve I’m just grateful that it’s better than most.
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