Really long random letter I wrote
May. 5th, 2005 02:55 pmUrgh. I had written like ½ a page back to you, and the baby my mum babysits on Thursdays who
was acting all cute and holding on to my leg found the lit-up button on the computer. And
pressed it. And by doing so, turned it off. And I type pretty fast, (I’m using Word Perfect so it
looks like I’m typing a letter, not an email as I’m supposed to be downloading a keyboard driver
and doing nothing else) so it hadn’t been long enough to auto save the document.
Anyway, I mentioned the 4 year old that is missing in St. Claire county, I had heard it (Breaking
News!) while typing. Did you hear about that? Probably not, as it is 1:59 and you’re at school.
You might hear about it when you get home if they haven’t found her. The thing is, it’s been like
40 minutes since they first told us about it on the TV, and they don’t have a picture yet. Kinda
stupid. They haven’t even told us her name, whether she’s white or black, nothing. Except, she
was wearing a Barbie shirt. Yeah, so if you come across a 4 year old in a Barbie T-shirt, you
should call the police. But she lives in a neighborhood with 2 registered sex offenders. Kinda
scary, to know that your kid is missing in a neighborhood with child molesters. Kinda scary to
have your kid missing at all, but that’s worse. I don’t see why the first thing they did wasn’t go to
the rapists’ houses and make sure they were there and didn’t have a kid. Maybe keep somebody
watching them. They might have done that, I dunno. My mum is making me look up the list of
Registered Sex Offenders (haunting music) and finding out if anyone is near us. Not really, kinda
close there’s one. Sodomy. Joyful.
Anywhoo. I got a new keyboard. I don’t remember if I told you, mine wasn’t working. One of
them won’t let you use the Control button and so my brother plugged in another, which he swears
up and down works, that doesn’t work at all. Well, the control button works. Just nothing else.
So if you need to hit control, you plugged that one in, and then switched back to the other. But
the first one finally gave out, and I can’t stand the second, so I haven’t been on the computer for a
while. That, and I have been making up attendance after school. 3 hours every day with the
(other) delinquents. But I finally came up with a solution. Steal the keyboard from the other
computer that no one uses in the basement. Good idea, huh? Nope. It is ancient and has a
different kind of plug. So then, I looked in my (12 year old) brother’s room for another. It is like
the computer storage room, my dad has (had? He hasn’t been doing much lately) a computer
hobby, so all the parts and stuff are in my brother’s room because it is the biggest. There was one
in there. So I’m using it now. But it hurts my wrist.
I printed out the second half of a fanfic I thought was really good in detention yesterday, but 9
pages from the end it ran out of paper. And it was like 5pm, so I couldn’t get any more. Well, I
couldn’t get any more anyway, I was in detention and they wouldn’t let me out, but hey. So, I
found this stack of paper in the recycle bin that had attendance listings on one side of each page,
and tried to take the staple out. Nope, now I’ve got a red gash under my nail. That hurts. It
took me a long time to tell you that story just to say that my finger hurts. Oh, well. You can skip
that part if you want. Well, to get this far, you must have already read that, so never mind.
Oh, you’re probably wondering why I’m home at 1:59. Well, now it’s 2:11. I was feeling sick
this morning, so I took some aspirin, right? And in first hour I found out that our discussion
questions were due in English. And I hadn’t done them. And they’re worth a lot. And you can’t
turn them in late. So I decided to go home after 4th hour. Because English was 5th. But after 3rd
hour, I started feeling better, like the medicine started working. So, my mum didn’t want to take
me home because I sounded okay. I had gone to the nurse, and talked to the assistant (I think
that’s what she is, not sure) and she said that I could wait and let the nurse take my temperature
and stuff, or I could just have her send me down to the office and call my mum and have her pick
me up. So, I picked the latter, not wanting to wait (because that nurse is really slow). But the
secretary down there was all skeptical like and told my mom that being sent down there meant
that the nurse didn’t send me home, that I was just sending myself home. It’s like, I didn’t go to
the nurse, dumbbutt. Yes, I’m juvenile.
But, back to the whole purpose of this (exceedingly long) letter, I would love to go to the movies.
‘Cept, I don’t know anything that’s playing ‘sides Hitchhikers’. Is it {hitchhiker’s} or
{hitchhikers’}? That’s been bugging me for a while. So, you can pick if you wanna. If you
wanna still go, I mean, you asked me on Tuesday, it is now Thursday, you might have something
else lined up. Plus, it’s the day before. Yeah. But, sure. Hey, do this. (314) 965-0839. There.
Now it will be easier to figure out when we’re going (if?) and what to and stuff. But I wanna go
early because I have no money. So let’s go to the matinee or whichever movie is cheap.
Ronnie’s, I assume? Ooh, I remember, they give discounts for a student ID. I never remember to
bring it, so I always pay the adult ticket price.
I am in orchestra, so no concert. Mine is Tuesday (I think?). Maybe. We’re doing this cool
instrument switching thing, so I’m happy. Except for the fact that we aren’t practicing all our
other pieces (that really need work) while we are learning the other instruments. So, I normally
play the viola and I’m on the bass now. And I’m good with all the other instruments, but I’d
never tried the bass before (it’s drastically different, not just size). But no one else that switched
to the bass can play. So I get a solo. Because no one can read the music. But me. Pretty darn
cool.
Why do you go to Wisconsin? Some kind of camp, I assume? I have never seen that movie. But,
did you see the Rosie O’Donnell one? “Riding the Bus with My Sister”? My mum taped it and is
watching it now, Rosie did a really good job. It’d be hard to act retarded. Like really retarded,
not like teenager retarded. I don’t know if I could do that. I hear about that being the best acting
experience all these people have ever had, playing someone mentally challenged all the time, but it
would be so hard!
Ramset. Never heard of it. Interesting. I learned a new word. Coolio. I learned a word last
year. I was looking something up in a dictionary and this was on the same page. Phytoflagelate.
It means plant-like. Big word to just mean plant-like. I’m actually not sure that is the right
spelling, I thought that was it but the spell checker won’t find it. So it might be wrong. But I
doubt you care.
Alexandria
was acting all cute and holding on to my leg found the lit-up button on the computer. And
pressed it. And by doing so, turned it off. And I type pretty fast, (I’m using Word Perfect so it
looks like I’m typing a letter, not an email as I’m supposed to be downloading a keyboard driver
and doing nothing else) so it hadn’t been long enough to auto save the document.
Anyway, I mentioned the 4 year old that is missing in St. Claire county, I had heard it (Breaking
News!) while typing. Did you hear about that? Probably not, as it is 1:59 and you’re at school.
You might hear about it when you get home if they haven’t found her. The thing is, it’s been like
40 minutes since they first told us about it on the TV, and they don’t have a picture yet. Kinda
stupid. They haven’t even told us her name, whether she’s white or black, nothing. Except, she
was wearing a Barbie shirt. Yeah, so if you come across a 4 year old in a Barbie T-shirt, you
should call the police. But she lives in a neighborhood with 2 registered sex offenders. Kinda
scary, to know that your kid is missing in a neighborhood with child molesters. Kinda scary to
have your kid missing at all, but that’s worse. I don’t see why the first thing they did wasn’t go to
the rapists’ houses and make sure they were there and didn’t have a kid. Maybe keep somebody
watching them. They might have done that, I dunno. My mum is making me look up the list of
Registered Sex Offenders (haunting music) and finding out if anyone is near us. Not really, kinda
close there’s one. Sodomy. Joyful.
Anywhoo. I got a new keyboard. I don’t remember if I told you, mine wasn’t working. One of
them won’t let you use the Control button and so my brother plugged in another, which he swears
up and down works, that doesn’t work at all. Well, the control button works. Just nothing else.
So if you need to hit control, you plugged that one in, and then switched back to the other. But
the first one finally gave out, and I can’t stand the second, so I haven’t been on the computer for a
while. That, and I have been making up attendance after school. 3 hours every day with the
(other) delinquents. But I finally came up with a solution. Steal the keyboard from the other
computer that no one uses in the basement. Good idea, huh? Nope. It is ancient and has a
different kind of plug. So then, I looked in my (12 year old) brother’s room for another. It is like
the computer storage room, my dad has (had? He hasn’t been doing much lately) a computer
hobby, so all the parts and stuff are in my brother’s room because it is the biggest. There was one
in there. So I’m using it now. But it hurts my wrist.
I printed out the second half of a fanfic I thought was really good in detention yesterday, but 9
pages from the end it ran out of paper. And it was like 5pm, so I couldn’t get any more. Well, I
couldn’t get any more anyway, I was in detention and they wouldn’t let me out, but hey. So, I
found this stack of paper in the recycle bin that had attendance listings on one side of each page,
and tried to take the staple out. Nope, now I’ve got a red gash under my nail. That hurts. It
took me a long time to tell you that story just to say that my finger hurts. Oh, well. You can skip
that part if you want. Well, to get this far, you must have already read that, so never mind.
Oh, you’re probably wondering why I’m home at 1:59. Well, now it’s 2:11. I was feeling sick
this morning, so I took some aspirin, right? And in first hour I found out that our discussion
questions were due in English. And I hadn’t done them. And they’re worth a lot. And you can’t
turn them in late. So I decided to go home after 4th hour. Because English was 5th. But after 3rd
hour, I started feeling better, like the medicine started working. So, my mum didn’t want to take
me home because I sounded okay. I had gone to the nurse, and talked to the assistant (I think
that’s what she is, not sure) and she said that I could wait and let the nurse take my temperature
and stuff, or I could just have her send me down to the office and call my mum and have her pick
me up. So, I picked the latter, not wanting to wait (because that nurse is really slow). But the
secretary down there was all skeptical like and told my mom that being sent down there meant
that the nurse didn’t send me home, that I was just sending myself home. It’s like, I didn’t go to
the nurse, dumbbutt. Yes, I’m juvenile.
But, back to the whole purpose of this (exceedingly long) letter, I would love to go to the movies.
‘Cept, I don’t know anything that’s playing ‘sides Hitchhikers’. Is it {hitchhiker’s} or
{hitchhikers’}? That’s been bugging me for a while. So, you can pick if you wanna. If you
wanna still go, I mean, you asked me on Tuesday, it is now Thursday, you might have something
else lined up. Plus, it’s the day before. Yeah. But, sure. Hey, do this. (314) 965-0839. There.
Now it will be easier to figure out when we’re going (if?) and what to and stuff. But I wanna go
early because I have no money. So let’s go to the matinee or whichever movie is cheap.
Ronnie’s, I assume? Ooh, I remember, they give discounts for a student ID. I never remember to
bring it, so I always pay the adult ticket price.
I am in orchestra, so no concert. Mine is Tuesday (I think?). Maybe. We’re doing this cool
instrument switching thing, so I’m happy. Except for the fact that we aren’t practicing all our
other pieces (that really need work) while we are learning the other instruments. So, I normally
play the viola and I’m on the bass now. And I’m good with all the other instruments, but I’d
never tried the bass before (it’s drastically different, not just size). But no one else that switched
to the bass can play. So I get a solo. Because no one can read the music. But me. Pretty darn
cool.
Why do you go to Wisconsin? Some kind of camp, I assume? I have never seen that movie. But,
did you see the Rosie O’Donnell one? “Riding the Bus with My Sister”? My mum taped it and is
watching it now, Rosie did a really good job. It’d be hard to act retarded. Like really retarded,
not like teenager retarded. I don’t know if I could do that. I hear about that being the best acting
experience all these people have ever had, playing someone mentally challenged all the time, but it
would be so hard!
Ramset. Never heard of it. Interesting. I learned a new word. Coolio. I learned a word last
year. I was looking something up in a dictionary and this was on the same page. Phytoflagelate.
It means plant-like. Big word to just mean plant-like. I’m actually not sure that is the right
spelling, I thought that was it but the spell checker won’t find it. So it might be wrong. But I
doubt you care.
Alexandria