The ABC's of my life right now:
A is for Awesome Weather, which I am extremely glad has decided to waltz into the Nevada area.
B is for Baskin Robbins, the place where I can't decide whether or not I want to quit for a job closer to home.
C is for Competition, which I'm starting to realize is something I've managed to avoid this school year, and have consequently discovered that I crave it... I see Hans out on the court packin' some fool, and I get this weird sense of jealousy.
D is for Drumming, which is easily the most enjoyable thing I do every Saturday night/Sunday morning.
E is for Everything, an amazing song to have blasting through the speakers in your helmet while riding around in the awesome weather.
F is for Fires, which I both look forward to and am somewhat apprehensive to be fighting this summer.
G is for Gold's Gym, which is a place I've always heard about and just recently discovered where it is. Sneaky gyms...
H is for High School, which I have concluded that I am both over and sick of, and which is only good for drama, learning how to deal with drama, and gaining skills necessary to avoid drama. And it's good for a prank or two.
I is for Ignite, which I will AGAIN miss this year due to the fact that I will be in Napa Valley trying to not die while running vast distances. Curses.
J is for Jesus, Who cannot be expressed in any number words, and yet I find myself trying again and again to do so.
K is for Krueger, (Mrs.) who it turns out is a pretty awesome person. (And a go-to ally in case of a zombie invasion.)
L is for Lame, which is how I rate Mr. Delphin's ideas. All his ideas.
M is for Math, for which I have a whole new attitude. I received a 5 out of 10 on a recent quiz, and upon staring at this little 5 above this little 10 on a little piece of paper in God's huge universe, I concluded that it's not such a big deal.
N is for New Hampshire, the lamest state ever.
O is for Oregon, my objective for Spring Break.
P is for Poogas, the cat we found during our first summer here in Dayton, and who is getting pretty old...
Q is for Queen, who's song Bohemian Rhapsody is one of the best sing-alongs ever.
R is for Running, which I hated up until Junior year, and now it seems I can't get enough of.
S is for Scholarships, those annoyingly necessary applications that I fill out endlessly every lunch period in hopes that some group like the Alabama Association of Young Environmentalists will choose me to give their $500.
T is for Tuition, the curse of many-a-senior.
U is for University, that 10 letter word I can't get enough of.
V is for Victor Frankenstein, who apparently gets deathly ill anytime something dramatic happens, much to the annoyance of the reader, AKA me.
W is for Weiner Schnitzel, which (by unanimous decision) will now be called Weiner Snatcher.
X isn't for anything.
Y is for Graduation, which I absolutely cannot wait for (or decide on a prank for. Funny how that works out.)
Z is for Zildjian, the brand of cymbals I wish I had enough money to afford more of.
And there you have it. I'll post a blog sometime soon with a full breakdown and wrap-up of the Mr. Paul prank.
Till then!
-Daniel
