Loitering in McDonald's by the Weatherbell Walgreens

Sometime in early January, my mother and I went to downtown Chicago for a day out. Our tradition is to stop at a certain McDonald's while we're there, but since we weren't near our usual McDonald's, we settled for a fancier one that had an entire wall made of glass (so it was a ginormous window). When we were just sitting there, we took out a notebook and decided to "people-watch". Now, people-watching is not as easy as it sounds. It requires looking not only at the outside of a person, but then explaining their circumstances in life even though you have no idea if it's true or not. I'll show you now some of our people-watching skills, which are kinda funny. (My writing will be in red and my mom's will be in green.)

1/4/08

1. There's a creepy guy staring at me at McDonald's. I don't think he's leaving until we do, even though he's been here for like, five years.

2. 35-year-old prom queen who's pretending to be cool by wearing her fancy necklace while cutting her pre-cut chicken in her salad.

3. 23-year-old girl with sunglasses on even though there's no sun, and carrying Hollister bags. She's wearing one of those French hats that American guys apparently fall for. But she's American, so that doesn't really make sense...

4. Bikerider (man??) that's riding on the sidewalk and going slower then the people walking. He's wearing a pink helmet...could it possibly be a girl?

5. Man (fat) walking sluggishly and his apparent wife (wearing an ugly yellow hat) is trudging behing him, even though she's not obese and could probably walk faster then him with a broken leg.

1. Good looking guy behind Claire that she DOESN'T get to watch. Too bad.

2. Tan old guy with bleached white hair going through a mid-life crisis (even though it's probably his 4th time in the crisis).

3. There's a guy who's wearing NO coat, just his shirt sleeves, taking like it's summer time or something.

-four teenagers holding hands (my mom says it's cute, I say it's a little disturbing). Anyway, they're showing off. I don't know what, exactly, but whatever.

-HOT businessman who looks like Patrick Dempsey (McDreamy by McDonald's!!! That was stupid) and is holding a bunch of organic/healthy looking stuff.

-There's a bird on the heater and I'm secretly hoping it will blow up.

-Oh, good, 35-year-old prom queen has a lover. All is well.

-Wow! Guy that looks EXACTLY like Zac Efron! Too bad Claire missed him.

-Young man BALDING with comb-over hair.

-Two middle-aged businessmen skipping across the street because the light changed.

-Young girl with hair dyed purplish-yucky color.

-Cute dude behind Claire is bundling up to messenger about (??) Bye cute guy, have a good life!

I'm going to skip some of these and get to the good ones.

-There's some intense fry-eating going on only a few feet away. Holy crap, 35-year-old prom queen doesn't even notice!

-Oh have mercy. How many people smoke in Chicago?

-I miss hot guy behind me.

Hm. I think I might call today "Loitering in McDonald's by the Weatherbell Walgreens."

-I was actually feeling bad for wheelchair man in the Bears jacket. Then he pulls out the dang cigatettes. You'd think Walgreens would be a little more sympathetic to the wheelchair smokers.

-I've had three white gangsters with hoods (on their jacket, not 'hoods' because that would be racist) stare at me with evil looks.

Well, at least we had a good time.

Jon the Snowman

Ok. So this is the snowman my mother and I made a few days ago. She was listening to Bon Jovi on her ipod and since we are pretty much obsessed with anything Bon Jovi, we decided to make our snowman so it looked like him (yeah, see the guitar? AMAZING, right?). Well, this is Jon the snowman. We were extremely happy with him until the next morning when we found him on his face. I was quite disturbed and extremely depressed. He literally fell straight forward ON HIS FACE. His cucumber nose and yoyo mouth had fallen off earlier, though. But still, we spent so much time perfecting him...we even gave him hair of weeds.

You've got to admit, the guitar is AMAZING.

Poor Jon the Snowman.

Jerry Springer and Zac Efron

My birthday is in 29 days!


Yesterday during a passing period I was in the writing lab at my school, typing my paper and minding my own business. Well, these two other guys were in there, too, and suddenly they start saying all this horrible stuff to each other and I turned around to tell them to shut up. Right then one of them threw a punch and suddenly I was witnessing Jerry Springer. I was quite frankly speechless and so luckily the teacher came in and was like "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" So I went on writing my paper and all was well, except I passed by the office on my way to my locker, and there they were, yelling at each other and anyone that got in their way. I was still kind of in shock because I considered both of them to be ginormous dorks.
Anyway, on to this beautiful creature that is on the right. As you can see, this is Zac Efron, and I'm almost sure you've heard of him. He's mostly known for his roles in High School Musical and High School Musical 2 and also as the heartthrob Link Larkin in Hairspray. I have this poster in my room along with a few others and although some people say this is an obscene picture I say, it's the Rolling Stones, what do you expect?
Anyway, I'll be updating soon.

Band, movies, and a ginormous Target.

Since I haven't written for pretty much a whole month, I have a lot to say, and hopefully I'll be able to say it all without forgetting some stuff.
So Halloween is in two days and personally I haven't thought much about it. Our family was never that into Halloween I guess so I never got into it myself. That's not to say I enjoy the candy part of it or even the dressing up. It's all the icky stuff that freaks me out, though. Like the little kids that I babysit for, well they have a ginormous house, and so even when it's not Halloween it's creepy at night. But apparently they like Gorey stuff so they put a life-size (actually, it's like seven feet tall), dark, hunched over skeleton/zombie creature that looks out the window on the third floor. So the poor children have to walk by it every day, or like me, at night. I absolutely REFUSE to go near it now, for fear that it will turn around and stab me or something. I apologize to anyone who thought this would be G-rated. But hey, if I only talked about pretty little pumpkins and old corn you'd be asleep.
Let's see....well, we had our first band concert a few nights ago. Quite interesting, I must say. BUT the cool thing is that on our last song we turned off all the lights and had a power point presentation. Everyone was apparently touched and gave us a standing ovation. I suppose it wouldn't be very fair if I didn't mention this so I will- most of the people at the concert were extremely OLD or like, five. So....there were quite a few instances where I'd look over and see an old man snoring until one of the percussionists dropped a twelve-pound cymbal and then the man would wake up deaf. My band director was keeping a close eye on us, though, so I had to look down to contain my laughter.
Oh, the life of band geeks.
Meanwhile, in school, my social studies teacher has been acting like she's drunk. She'll tell us to be quiet when we are making absolutely no sounds whatsoever, and then when we are yelling and acting like immature teenagers she goes on and tries to teach us about landforms and other useless things that have almost no relation to history at all. You'd only learn something in her class if you were reading an educational book when she's 'teaching' or if you're a fan of useless information. I've come to the conclusion that she is VERY odd. But I'll have to be nice because she's also VERY pregnant.
I saw the movie Dan in Real Life yesterday. I personally didn't really like it all that much, and the only reason I can think of is that Steve Carrel can be so much funnier that what he is in that movie. Plus he seems depressed through most of it and I would've rather spend my time watching the Across the Universe movie. I've heard good things about that one. Also, I recently saw The Game Plan and that one I almost died watching. Not of laughter, I'm sorry to say. It was so utterly predictable and the Rock just wasn't at all that fabulous. Quite a let down.
On a brighter note, Bon Jovi starts touring in January! Woooo! As you can tell I'm quite excited. I just need to find out where to get the money for the tickets.....
I spent a weekend with a good friend who just happened to be my teacher a few weekends ago. She has a one-year-old son and we had a pretty good time. We went apple-picking, and although there were pretty much NO APPLES left we still had fun. Then we went shopping, first at a little grocery store where we stole a yellow balloon and then we proceeded to the largest Target EVER! Well, I don't know if it was the largest for sure, but it was humongous and there was a parking garage just for the one store and there were a couple levels and elevators and escalators and a Starbucks and I was overall quite in awe of Target.
I'm trying to think of other things I'm forgetting so I'll have to finish writing later.
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Great. My foot feels like it's broken. Plus people on the Bus are stupid.

Actually, it's more of my ankle. So here I am in PE, right, and we're playing soccer, which I'm really not that good at. All of a sudden this puny little creature that I suppose was a boy, I can't even call him a teenager, comes up behind me and makes me trip (he stole the ball, by the way) and makes me a cripple. I suppose I just twisted it, but it hurts REAL bad, and that's not good.
I will now refer to the other gender as "the creatures." I think it fits them quite well, actually. Like from the village, the unknown creature that kills animals and people, yeah that's a GUY. Yeah, he did have major brain issues, but he still killed things. That's not right (obviously.)
SO. My foot is all wrapped up. And I don't like it. Just thought I'd let you all know. Not that I mean to complain or anything, which I am, but whatever.
I feel like this post is not long enough, so I will move on to another subject. Ok, so I have like NO friends on my bus home, and I have TOO MANY friends on the bus there, which stinks cause I don't take the bus there. Completely ludicrous, I tell you. These children are quite disgusting, if not a little fascinating. They yell A LOT. It's true. They yell and they pick their noses and pretend no one's looking. But by no means am I saying that I am fascinated by teenagers, practically young adults, who pick their noses. I'm just saying, you know....you know.
Anyway, then there's our bus driver, who's absolutely INCREDIBLE. He's flippin hilarious. When I say incredible, mind you, I don't mean extremely good-looking, unfortunately. He's this old, chubby black man who looks intimidating but is really defenseless, I'm guessing. Everyday he says in this really low voice, "CLEAR THE AISLE, SIT DOWN!!!!" I actually forgot what his name is, but I know it's great, too. All the stupid little brats on the bus make fun of him, but I don't. Cause who knows? He could be some World War II veteran or better yet a BASEBALL PLAYER who made it to the World Series. I should ask him some time.
Maybe not. He's still a little creepy. It's a little creepy that I wonder about him.
Anyway, that's all, folks.

abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz

I was so bored about a minute ago that I decided to type the alphabet into the Google search engine. On Wikipedia, this is what they say:

"ABC-DEF-GHI is a song sung by Big Bird of Sesame Street. A verse lists Big Bird's assumptions of what the word might mean:

It might be a kind of elephant
or a funny kind of kazoo
or a strange, exotic turtle
that you'd never see in a zoo
or maybe a kind of doggie
or a particular shade of blue
or maybe a pretty flower
Naah, not with a name like that, uh-uh!"

Ok, first of all, that last part didn't even rhyme (stupid large yellow bird). Second of all, I don't know any small child that watches Sesame Street that knows what the word 'exotic' means. I'm not even sure what it means, and that's just sad and a bit insulting.

A doggie? You wish, Big Bird!

Oh my goodness. I am writing, and worse yet, talking to a fictional yellow bird character on a children's show. What has my life come to?

A Teenager's Disaster

It's true. I've definately gotten myself into a fiasco.


Alright, well it all started a few weeks ago. My friends Tori and Taylor were over and we were calling a bunch of people. Taylor and Tori have a good friend named Quinn, who is kinda ugly and he's in band (band rocks, I'm just saying that he's in band, I guess), and so he didn't know me and so I didn't really talk. Suddenly, Taylor strts talking about this girl Sarah at our school, who absolutely LOVES Quinn and is obsessed with him. I'm thinking to myself, but he's ugly and it really is true. How could anyone be obsessed with him?


Then Tori says to him that they'll call him back. They hang up, and Taylor turns to me with this evilish look in her eye. I go, "Who's this Sarah person?" And Taylor says, "YOU."


Pretty much they made me pretend to be this obsessive girl Sarah, who really doesn't even exist. I thought it would be a one-time thing, but ohhhhh no.


He called me like, a lot. This Quinn kid. He really thought I was Sarah, and he still does. I asked him on the phone once if he thought he saw me yet and he said "Yeah, you play trumpet, right? In the band?" And I was like, "Uhhhhhhhhh", so he maybe thinks I'm me but probably not.


So, here comes the big part. He asked me to the dance. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!



So then yesterday Tori and me and our friend Kailei were hanging out at the mall and we called him and Tori was like, "Um....Sarah has something to say." Then I was like, no, I don't want to talk to him, so Tori goes, "Quinn, Sarah doesn't like you anymore." And apparently Quinn asks why and Tori goes "Why?" Then she sets the phone down and after a minute I pick it up and go "BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T EXIST!" And I closed the phone and hung up on him. We were cracking up and at the same time saying how utterly mean we were.



So now life isn't as hard, I suppose, but Quinn occasionally gives me weird looks. I hope he doesn't know who I am, or else I might just have to show him this blog. Ohhhhhhh the life of teenagers.