Be Nice To Everyone Day (Yuck)

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Today was a normal, boring ol’ day. Actually, today was Be Nice To Everyone Day, as set up by Bethany and Melissa. I was supposed to have one of those days a week ago or so, but it lasted for about five minutes before I relapsed back into my normal, cynical self. Today, however, I did much better. I actually only said about two or three mean things throughout the entire day. It was quite a feat. And of course, I’ll be holding it over their heads for the next little while, so that covers me in the nice department for the next little while. “Hey Jeff, could you hold these books for me?” “Pphh, I was nice last week, so if you wanted me to do something for you, you missed your chance.” Gotta love it.

Biology today was monotonously boring and dreadfully bland. Mrs. Houtman has given us the notes for the next few chapters, all nicely typed up with lots of spelling errors, and with no visual breaks in the text either. I mean, she didn’t even make the titles bold or underline them or anything, so everything just blends into one big text block. Anyways, so for the past two classes, she’s just basically been reading out of the notes and the text while we sit there and “listen.” I don’t think I heard anything she said this class, and Beth said exactly the same to me afterwards as well. Jon was asleep, and Lana was most likely doodling. Yawn. I don’t even want to discuss that class anymore though.

Yesterday and today after school, we’ve been having softball practices to get ready for the tournament next Tuesday, for all the people who want to come. The practices really aren’t that long or great, but I suppose every little bit helps, and we need all the help we can get. Near the end of practice, Mr. G put me on second base and Jayson on shortstop, and everyone else into the field. He then stood around the baseline and hit balls out to them one by one; they then had to field it, throw it in to the cut-off man (either Jayson or myself) and we would throw it to the opposite person who was covering second base. Well, everything was going great, and then it was Steph’s turn to field the ball. Mr. G let a real high pop fly go, and she was in position to get it, but somehow it deflected off her glove and hit her in the face, somewhere around the left cheekbone by the looks of it. It definitely seemed like a bad way to end off a practice for her. She just sat off for the last five minutes of practice, and that was that. She didn’t really look any worse, but it’s hard to look worse than she already does. (Crap, does that count as being mean? I mean, I technically didn’t say anything mean. Meh, whatever.) Anyways, it looked painful, as I highly suspect it was; softballs, contrary to popular belief, aren’t soft.

Tonight, my dad and I are going out to get our new Toyota Corolla! I’m definitely looking forward to that. It’s going to be very nice to finally have two cars again. I’m going along to drive the other car home, but I’m going to try to convince my dad to let me drive the Toyota home, since he’s already test-driven it and I haven’t. Yes, life is definitely good. Then again, I think life could be good even if we didn’t get a new car. It just wouldn’t be as good, that’s all.

Anyways, I think that’s all I wanted to cover for today. Things aren’t amazingly awesome, but they aren’t horribly horrendous either, so I’m happy. I’m sort of in a nice routine, and I like it that way. I mean, routines get boring after a while, so they need to be broken up a little, but they generally provide more stability, which I enjoy. Unfortunately, though, routines don’t make for exciting blog entries. That’s why sometimes you might notice that I mention nothing about my day in some entries. That’s a sign that absolutely nothing interesting happened that day, so I decided to go off and talk about something else entirely. But anyways, I suppose I should stop rambling and just stop writing. I tend to do that a lot.

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