So, today I had to go to the high school to get my picture taken. I decided probably Friday of last week to have a field day out of it. So, I did. Here's how it all went down:
I leave at approximately 10 AM and ride down the street singing Polyanna until I get to Lagens, at which point I get the letters my mom needed sent mailed. I go through the neighborhood streets until I find the stop light crossing. Took about five minutes to cross, since I think I might have pressed the wrong cross button by mistake several times. So, I go down that street and after a few annoying route restrictions, I see the high school through the foliage. I decide to enter the premises via a quiet street. BUT GUESS WHAT. All the streets I tried were dead ends. So after a drink of water I go back seven blocks to the intersection with the construction and enter that way having to stop suddenly a lot for speed bumps. The school's going through it's yearly reconstruction or whatever, so I lock up my bike and go in the pool doors, which I'm not supposed to do. But I did it anyway, BECAUSE I'M A PUNK AND THAT'S HOW I ROLL. Mang.
So, I go to the room specified, only to go down several more hallways since it was relocated. So, I sit there for an hour, waiting to get my pictures taken, so I read that manual on installing wacom drivers on Linux a bit whilst taking notes. My turn comes up, and I'm out in three minutes. I split from the others then, which I was kind of upset about, since I wanted to see what Kyle's grandpa's army uniform looked like. Bit of a WWII buff.
Anyway, I'm off again, going into the southwest part of town. I happen along Circle Park and I notice swings. So, what the heck? I play for a few minutes with my bike unlocked in my sight and enjoy something that was taken from us from Northeast Park. Jerks.
Off again, and I stop at All-American Comics. I've been wanting to go there since the cheesy film where everyone was reading Tuesdays with Morrie in a feeble attempt to make the student body read it. Side note: I'm not going to, despite being summer homework. Seriously, schoolwork in SUMMER? What the heck? I have better crap to do! So anyway, I enter after taking a gulp of water and after a few minutes pick Bite Club #5, Punisher #I have no freaking clue, Spawn #180, and The Programme #9. Paid for them and left.
Rode to Ace Hardware to find this particular screwdriver I need to take apart my Gamecube controller, but they weren't there. I also tried looking for screws to replace my stripped SNES screws, but none were found. Hell with it, I'll just raid dad's tiny, tiny screw drawers. At least I got the information to go to Jewels to look for the screwdriver, so I will.
I went past Central, and stop at the library. I find that Linux book I want, plus a book on myths, Hellsing #1, and Loamhedge. Hey, maybe I can write about those books instead and hopefully get away with it! So I go to the self-checkout, but I get a bad computer, so I go one over and follow the instructions to check them out. Turns out I have a $.05 late fee. I remember returning everything and paying for everything that was late, so I don't know if this is library error, or I should stop using the book drop.
Then, I ride home, but get sidetracked at Lagens. Good ol' Lagens. Good ol' 4-aisle, cramped, overpriced neighborhood convienience store. I get a gallon of Gatorade, but I change that for a bottle when I find french vanilla ice cream and am reminded that my mom wanted ice cream, but couldn't since all the ice cream we had had chocolate and/or nuts, to which she is allergic to. I reach checkout, grab a Butterfinger, and head home. Mom was happy and payed me back while I made room by eating the rest of the rocky road. I then went into my room to rest my back from lugging books in my backpack and read the comics I purchased. Let me tell you: Bite Club is awesome. Page two and we're already at boobies the way God intended them to be shown.
The other three were meh. Punisher is racist against whites, though. They call us cracka, boi. D:
I wish, though, that I had lunch. There's a Panera Bread right by the library. Speaking of that, I'm going to go to Bleaker's sometime and play a few rounds.
In short, this was a grand several hours and I probably got a tan a basement dweller would never otherwise get.
And now, to get down to work.
Also, in before tl;dr.
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