I wish I were a Viking . . .
. . . that way when I killed someone with an axe, it wouldn't be questioned.
My weekend sucked. It was raining the entire time, I had to work for most of it, and worst of all, I expected it to be fun. The major thing was that this was my last reenacting event of the year, and I didn't see a bunch of people that I wanted to. That really sucked. Instead, I was put to work moving cannons, rowing boats, and bailing said boats. That sucked. The whole weekend I was the one who was called if there was heavy lifting. That sucked. I mean, yes, I was one of the bigger, stronger, younger guys there (19, 6'2", 225, and I work out some), but still. It seemed like everytime someone needed anything remotely heavy carried or moved, they called me. That got old real fast. The fact that the entire weekend was a semi thunderstorm didn't help any either. I ended up "sleeping" on the floor of the boatshop, which was dry, but concrete. I was also near the easiest to access bathroom. That meant that everytime someone went to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I was sleeping lightly enough, due to the discomfort of sleeping on concrete, that I halfway woke up. Thus, I didn't get much sleep the entire weekend. Then when I come home, my mom immediately has me help her move a cabinet. I mean, I come through the door, set my stuff down, and she asks for my help. At this point I was running on fumes, as they say, but I helped her, and then drove to get pizza for dinner. When I finally got to bed (electing to take a shower in the morning), my sister wakes me up as soon as I fall asleep, and harrasses me until I yell at her to get out of my room and let me go to bed. She then calls me mean, and leaves. This makes me feel unreasonablely bad - she was the one who woke me up after I said I was too tired to do anything else, and then did her best to literally drag me out of bed. Whatever.
This morning I wake up, and my mom enlists my help again in moving heavy things. We move a cabinet from the basement up to the upstairs for my sister, and then a desk from downstairs to upstairs for me. By the end of this, I'm totally sweaty, still pissed off, my room is trashed (we had to totally rearrange it so the desk would fit), and I haven't had a shower in 3 days. Now I have to go work out, finish cleaning my room, and drop my car off at the mechanic's.
I can't wait 'till school starts and I can see my friends again.
~^~
My weekend sucked. It was raining the entire time, I had to work for most of it, and worst of all, I expected it to be fun. The major thing was that this was my last reenacting event of the year, and I didn't see a bunch of people that I wanted to. That really sucked. Instead, I was put to work moving cannons, rowing boats, and bailing said boats. That sucked. The whole weekend I was the one who was called if there was heavy lifting. That sucked. I mean, yes, I was one of the bigger, stronger, younger guys there (19, 6'2", 225, and I work out some), but still. It seemed like everytime someone needed anything remotely heavy carried or moved, they called me. That got old real fast. The fact that the entire weekend was a semi thunderstorm didn't help any either. I ended up "sleeping" on the floor of the boatshop, which was dry, but concrete. I was also near the easiest to access bathroom. That meant that everytime someone went to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I was sleeping lightly enough, due to the discomfort of sleeping on concrete, that I halfway woke up. Thus, I didn't get much sleep the entire weekend. Then when I come home, my mom immediately has me help her move a cabinet. I mean, I come through the door, set my stuff down, and she asks for my help. At this point I was running on fumes, as they say, but I helped her, and then drove to get pizza for dinner. When I finally got to bed (electing to take a shower in the morning), my sister wakes me up as soon as I fall asleep, and harrasses me until I yell at her to get out of my room and let me go to bed. She then calls me mean, and leaves. This makes me feel unreasonablely bad - she was the one who woke me up after I said I was too tired to do anything else, and then did her best to literally drag me out of bed. Whatever.
This morning I wake up, and my mom enlists my help again in moving heavy things. We move a cabinet from the basement up to the upstairs for my sister, and then a desk from downstairs to upstairs for me. By the end of this, I'm totally sweaty, still pissed off, my room is trashed (we had to totally rearrange it so the desk would fit), and I haven't had a shower in 3 days. Now I have to go work out, finish cleaning my room, and drop my car off at the mechanic's.
I can't wait 'till school starts and I can see my friends again.
~^~
posted by The Wookie | 12:08 PM
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