I only had three classes this semester, stupid worthless "guidance" counselor's fault. Three easy gen-ed classes. I was incredibly surprised to see two B's and only one A when I checked the website for my final grades! I calculated my Comp. II grade and, while I did not know my score on the final exam essay, I had a 98% going into it. With the weighting I would need a 53% on the final to get a B overall. That shit is impossible. Also, after calculating my Speech grade, which I did know all the points from, I found it impossible that I got a B in that as well. So I sent off a couple emails to my two teachers. My grades changes to A's this morning, which is great, but only one of the teachers responded to my email. Puzzling, because both grades were switched. My Comp. teacher sent me an email saying that she turned in the correct grade to the registrar and that they would be receiving "a strongly worded letter from an English professor." Well, straight A's anyway baby.
As I walked
through the parking lot outside of Target, an older lady of about 60
years approached me. She was well dressed and had a trendy haircut
that made her look younger. She said to me, "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure,"
I remarked thinking it would be about Target. "I am from Ohio....what
does a girl have to do to get some good weed in this town?" completely
serious. I was shocked, "I don't know...." I replied. "Oh you don't
party?" she asked, "not really" I said, and she walked away.
What is the world coming to? Ask your grandson where to get the weed, he probably will smoke it with you.
Do I look like a drug dealer/weed smoker? Honestly, I probably do.
Charity and I have just found the most amazing Recreation Center! It is absolutely brand new, under a year old. For exactly $5, for lifetime membership, you have almost full use of the facilities. And extra $15 per month for the weight room. At this glorious facility located 15 minutes from our house, they have three Stiga Expert ITTF approved tables. Competitive Table Tennis meets on Tuesdays and Thursdays every week, but the tables are available from open to close every single day. Amazing. I am going tomorrow, and I am very excited about it.
Charity, Jordan Williamson, Jayson Javonivic (friend from Target) and I have been involved in one of the greatest capers/cover-ups in the history of capers and cover-ups. Let me set the scene:
Mr. and Mrs. George Williamson have planned a trip to Marco Island for one week. Leaving Jordan, Charity, Jessica and I alone in the house for one week. They would never know right?
On the first night of said vacation, Jordan and I decide to move all of the furniture out of the living room and replace it with one table tennis table, for more space you see.
On one of the first of many phone calls home from Mr. and Mrs. Williamson, the little innocent nine-year-old Jessica decides to tattle on us, she tells Mrs. Williamson of the furniture change. Needless to say, Mrs. Williamson flips out, goes a little crazy, and yells at Jordan through the phone that we have to move it back immediately because...."I don't want any holes or marks on the walls in the living room too!" (Aside: the designated table tennis room walls are all but covered in marks from side tape, as well as marks from shoes, and some small dents.)
What do the fearless table tennis players do? We keep the table in the living room and play on of course! That is, until we invited Jayson over.
Jayson came over on Tuesday the 25th to play a little with us. Jayson and Jordan were deep in a best of three game match, third game, game and match point for Jayson, when the unthinkable happened. Jayson stepped back to return a serve, winning the game and match, but also winning a barefoot heel through the drywall. Oh shit.
The hole in question was almost exactly the size of a tennis ball, and just as round. What to do, what to do? Mr. and Mrs. Williamson get home on Friday, plenty of time to figure something out. We took some extra drywall from the garage and set to work making a patch. Easy enough right? We cut a piece of drywall the same size and shape of the hole and jammed it in there. I covered it in spackle, to even it off and cover the seam. As soon as the spackle dries we're ready to paint right? Wrong. The walls are covered in some kind of textured finish. We have to match it perfectly, the hole is right below an outlet--very visible.
As soon as the first coat of spackle dried we used a Ziploc bag with the corner cut off like a pastry piping device to add dabs of spackle randomly. Then using a metal scraper, Charity was able to recreate the texture almost perfectly. Let it dry and paint with the left over wall paint.
Incredible.
They get home tomorrow, we shall see if we pulled it off.
Pay attention to the 5th shot, tricky is it not? That's Kreanga for you....tricky as hell. Someone who speaks French, (ie: Rachel) after that shot does the announcer say "What good!" It sounds like "Que bon!" to me, and I used an online translator. Is that about right?
