I Think You're Fine =P

I've been getting this urge lately to write a new blog but not exactly sure what I've wanted to write about. So I guess we're all anxious (including myself) to see what ends up of this entry! I have strong reason to believe that it will be filled with random and unpredictable thoughts though!

I took the late bus home yesterday after track, and the bus driver seemed to be in her own little world and wasn't paying a lot of attention to what she was doing - driving the bus. Eventually we came up to my friends house where the road splits in two directions. My friend had to yell several times to stop because the bus driver, again, was not paying attention. So after my friend got off the bus, she announced apologetically to everyone else, "I'm sleepin' on the job! ha-ha" ......
That's not exactly something that anyone would want to hear, and then laugh about, coming from their (elderly) bus driver who is responsible for getting them home safely. So you can see my issue with that one.

It has been a long time since I've written an entry (I apologize for the lack of order in this entry!) and so much in my life has happened and/or changed. I honestly don't think I'm going to get into any of (at least this time) because I'm tired of getting emotionally stressed when writing about things that are, well, emotionally stressful. And I also don't want to write about other things because I've psyched myself out before, and I don't want to let that happen again, so yea!

Instead, for now, I'll rant and rave about little kids and lacrosse sticks!
Yesterday before track practice (Wow, I'm good with chronologically ordering things!), I was walking with a friend out of the cafeteria and, since it's after school, there tends to be a bunch of really hyper, really loud, really obnoxious, and really rowdy little kids running around all over the place. Well, it's also spring season, and that's lacrosse season for our school and that means that everyone has to bring their sticks in to school and keep them with them at all times. So, I buy a water and pretzel twists (gotta be specific with these things) and we were walking out of the cafeteria when all of the sudden, a rather large amount of 7th or 8th grade girls come flying around the corner into the room and race full speed towards the snack line, all the while swinging florescent colored lacrosse sticks all around like nobodies business. I didn't think much of them, and I might have been in a deep conversation, and I thought I was used to it, being a senior in high school and all, so we continued towards the locker rooms. Suddenly, I get this really sharp pain in the side of my face, and next thing I know, I'm waking up in a hospital bed, six hours later.

Just kidding, but I really did get hit in the face. So, out of instinct, I scream and whip my head around to confront my assassin. And, still moving pretty fast in the opposite direction of me, is a little brunette girl following the pack of wild animals that ran by moments ago, holding her pink lacrosse stick and swinging it back and forth between her hands. Obviously it was the normal thing to do, (You know, hitting someone in the face as you're walking by and then not saying anything about it?) and obviously I miss the memo, so I said out loud, "Are you going to say sorry?" The girl glanced with a smirk over her shoulder and said, "No." just as simply and careless as that.

WHAT happened to the time when little kids were afraid to even look at the older, bigger upperclassmen in the hallway?! Now they've advanced to hitting us in the face with lacrosse sticks! Maybe it's just me, but I've asked around, and no one was ever obnoxious to the point where you are rude to upperclassmen in that way. And not only that, I think I have this hidden phobia of lacrosse sticks because I'm always ducking and diving out of the way of flying sticks and balls when I walk down the hallway to the locker rooms after school. Honestly, does anyone else think it's majorly rude to be standing their in the hallway passing a ball back and forth with another person holding one of those torture devices? Or hitting the ball against a wall and having it bounce across the hallway back to them? Maybe it's just me, but someone out there has to agree with me on how dangerous those damn things are. I mean, I'm a victim of getting hit with one... in the face! 'Nuff said.

On a much lighter note, THE BAND TRIP IS TOMORROW! I'm excited, even though it hasn't really hit me yet. Maybe tomorrow after I wake up from a nap on the bus it'll smack me in the face! (Hah!) I'll be like, "Hey! We're on a band trip!!! Jess! We're on our senior band trip!!" *Shakes Jess's shoulder until she wakes up.* (You have been warned, my friend.)

(And as for the song, it's been stuck in my head and I couldn't think of anything that worked well with this, so I decided to go for random!)