I'm like, "I stayed up and watched the entire DS9 marathon on Spike TV, from Emissary to What You Leave Behind," tired. I'm, "Let's do up a spreadsheet for every assignment I've ever completed from Duck Pond Kindergarten to Narrative in Fiction and Film," tired. I am very tired. Do you understand me? [clunk]
A few amusing things happened today. Firstly, I was walking towards my bus stop from SMU, and I cut through the playground behind Inglis Street Elementary. I was walking around a fenced-in tennis court when suddenly a bunch of kids in the other court started shouting, "Hey, Buddy! Hey! Hey, Buddy!" and then I noticed the ball rolling beside me. I picked it up and totally threw it like a girl, which wouldn't have been so bad except for the fact that the ball failed to clear the ~12ft. high fence by a foot or so. "Shiitake," I said (It's my new favourite pseudo-swearword. I think it's a kind of mushroom. (shE-'tä-kE, thank you m-w.com)) and chased down the errant ball.
(This may be my first use of an italic "ä.")
By the time I picked up the ball again I noted the kids were starting to climb the fence. "Okay, I'll try harder," I said. I heaved a more decent throw that cleared the fence.
"Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!" they all said. I gave them a thumbs-up as I turned away to head to the bus stop. Then the cute little black boy said, "Strange guy saves the day!" I couldn't help but smile and laugh to myself. I know they weren't being mean about that. But it was food for thought as I plodded on in my blown-out Airwalks, and I realized just how much I stick out without really knowing it. No wonder people learned to make fun of me so fast everywhere I went before everyone else had to start acting their age. PEI teasing I could handle, though.
This evening while out with (stepfather) Paul and (step grand aunt) Freda, I walked into the Wal-Mart in Bayer's Lake. On my way out, two big-ish teenage girls walked by me. These two were straight out of Moon Zappa's "Valley Girl" except for the accent, and a little more hick-ish. Like posers. But they didn't look like they had 'tudes, so they're cool. But this isn't about their "style."
"Ah, we look so stupid walking around Wal-Mart, like the (eh-pih-tum) of dumb."
BA HA HA HA HA HA HA
The other skinnier girl did say, "Yeah, but that's 'epitome (e-pit-oh-me).'"
"Oh, I like (eh-pih-tum)!"