Friday, August 28, 2009

WTF? Why is the Marching Band Dancing to Thriller?!?

A few days ago I went to my school's football game against our rivals. My dad drops me and my friends off at the rival school's parking lot and we make our way to the football field. We pay for our tickets and enter the field. Some girls ask us if we want a program, and it only costs $1. Yeah right, like I'm going to spend a dollar for that. What exactly am I supposed to look forward to for something like this? The half-time show? All it is is cheerleaders and the marching-band. What else could there possibly be that would require a program?!?
Since this is a rival game, we have to sit on the opposite side of the field, or the side with less seats and farther away from the restrooms. But that's okay, because there's some people with cardboard signs behind me that keep accidentally hitting me in the back with them. I'm having a great time so far.
So the game starts. The first quarter was brutal; our rival school made two touchdowns, and we made none.
Now it's the half-time show. Me and my friends are sitting so far away from the speekers we can't hear the music play. But now the band comes on, starting with some song by this old dead dude. Then they play "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson as a tribute to him. As if that weren't funny enough, then they play "Thriller" and start dancing to it. This was the first time I was glad I was facing the back-side of the band. Now I don't hate band, in fact, some of my friends are in band. It's just, seriously?!? Michael Jackson? It was just a little too wierd for me.
Now it's the final half, and we manage to get a touch-down, but so do the rival team. I go get some hot chocolate, because it's surprisingly cold out for an August night. When I get back, the game ended with a score of 26-7. My friends and I walk across the street to where my dad would pick us up. And that's the game.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Why does My Brother have to Watch George Lopez Every Night?

The past few days have been pretty monotonous (except for auditions). I wake up at 6:45. I go to school. I go home. I work on my homework until about 9 or 10 pm, so any free time I have is precious. Ever since school started, by the time I finish my homework, it's either too late to hang out with friends or I have to go to swim practice (well, that's what it'll be like next week). So I use most of my free time on the weekdays to catch up on tv. So, when I finally finish my homework, I go upstairs to the big tv, where my brother is watching George Lopez. And since he was here first, I'm not allowed to change the channel. How fun. I don't mind watching it once or twice, but he watches it EVERY NIGHT! What is up with that?!?
So now I could either a) watch George Lopez with my brother or b) watch tv somewhere else. Which option do you think I'll take? Now normally, this wouldn't be a problem. But lately, I find it irritating that it seems like he always gets the best tv in the house. And now he's just using this tv to watch the Nick @ Nite lineup. And he's been messing with my recordings. He keeps cacelling recordings of 30 Rock, which I'm really annoyed with. Ands he almost cancelled a new episode of Wipeout to watch a rerun of Malcolm in the Middle, which doesn't even air anymore.
Sure, I could tell my mom how annoyed I am that my brother keeps cancelling my recordings to watch other shows, but she'll just tell me to record it downstairs. Sounds like good advice but it's really not. You see, DVRs have limited memory. I'm constantly deleting recordings to make room for new ones. Most of them are the exercise shows my mom records but never watches. Seriously, if you haven't even watched one of those episodes after a year of recording them, why bother?
Basically, when it comes to tv time, I'm pretty much screwed. There are a lot of good shows that I could be watching during my down time (which isn't much, believe me), and I have to waste them watching reruns of Urkel. I swear to god, if I hear one more "Did I do that?!?" in an annoying nasal voice, I'm gonna throw that tv out the window.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

My Mom is Yelling at the Dogs Again

Maybe it's a sign of senility, or maybe she thinks they actually understand what she's saying. Whatever the reason, mom is yelling at the dogs-again. I'm not against yelling at dogs when they've done something wrong. In fact, it helps them learn. But the way mom yells at them, you'd think they were going to respond back.

When the dogs do something like, I don't know, eat the sandwich off of my plate, which they've done many times, I would just say No! Bad Dog! But my mom, she would yell No! You bad dog! How could you do this?!? You don't do that! You don't do that! You don't steal sandwiches off of our plates! or something along that context. It's almost as if she thinks they understand what those words mean, when in fact they only understand the tone. They could pee in the house and you could yell the Emancipation Proclaimation at them, and in two weeks, they'd be housebroken. Anyway, I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but seriously, they can't understand you. After all, when you take the time to make sure you use the correct form of have when speaking to a dog, you're just wasting breathe.