Terrible week...
What all happened in my terrible week? Well, first of all, I knew I'd be busy, which is always a bad thing, considering how unorganized I am. I've got honor band tryouts to practice for on Monday, because I can't really play my trombone all that well. The silly little dinner mystery theatre thing is on Friday/Saturday, so that books all that up. Honor Chior is on Saturday, pretty much all morning, so I'll be occupied with that. I don't know what all is going on Sunday, hopefully not much. (Not that keeping busy is bad, but it doesn't leave much room for getting stuff done that you need to)
Then, a paticular ex of mine is very upset with me, and rightly so, but it doesn't make things any better for me. She's hapily hooked up again, as I wish I could be, but I don't really feel comfortable hitting the dating scene at the moment. It all seems too complicated, I remember when I first asked her out, things felt so right, even though I eventually found out that we weren't really right for eachother. But that totally makes sense. I mean, what are the odds that the woman I'm meant to stay with for the rest of my life is right here in Loudonville? Well, apparently 0%. Anyway, I'm straying from the point. The point is, she hates me, because we keep fighting, because she'll say something, then I'll say something back, or vice-versa, and then we're at eachothers throats all over again. *sigh*, and somehow, I can never manage to prevent it. It reminds me how difficult it is to keep a feud going with someone you have to be within close proximity of every day in band and chior. And if she reads this, (as I'm sure she will), I'd just like to let her know that I'm sorry, and I'll try my hardest to just let you be, and shut up, and just be peaceful.
Besides all that, I guess the headline of my crappy week would be about my video camera being stolen on Tuesday. Yes, it's true, my video camera was stolen, but you really have to know more before you point any metaphorical fingers. You see, I was helping Rachel and Andrea edit their Bio II project at the school, and after my A block, I continued to carry the camera around with me to English in B block. Well, apparently, in my absentmindedness, I left the camera on the table in the back of Mrs. Young's room (along with my Frankenstien book, which happened to contain a $10 MABA bucks certificate I was using as a bookmark). I didn't think much of the camera for the rest of the day, that is to say, I totally forgot about it. The next morning, however, I found that I couldn't very well work on the project without it. So, I backtracked in my brain and came to the conclusion that I didn't have it in lunch, so I must have left it in the English room. Appearing on such the scene, Mrs. Young vaguely remembered moving such a bag that my camera was contained in to her bookshelf in the back of the room, thinking that it was a lunchbag. Well, I was confused, thinking maybe I left it somewhere else, but also puzzled, because she also had my Frankenstien book. I knew it was mine because the page had been folded over where I was reading, but my bookmark was gone.
Thinking I had only lost ten bucks, I went to the office to see if they'd had anything turned in. Nope. Nothing. I knew it wasn't in the chemistry, band, or choir rooms, so I pretty much figured it had to be in the English room. But it wasn't. So I talked to Mrs. Young who came to the conclusion that it had indeed been stolen and that I should probably go to Mr. Eckenwiler's office and talk to him. So, sickeningly nervous, I went and told him all I knew, including a description of the bag, where it had been lost, etc. He told me some stuff about how the might press charges, since technically the culprit did steal from school grounds, reguardless the circumstances, and that I would be notified if anything turned up or if I was needed (neither of these really happened... all I really know since then has pretty much been told to me by my mother)
So I went and told mom, she called dad, they're both angry at me, I'm angry at myself, feeling very dumb already, knowing there isn't really much I can do. Noone that can really consul me or make me feel any better. So I'm fairly depressed through the rest of the day. Later, I ask Mrs. Young if there's any progress on the case, she tells me yes, but that she can't tell me anything until she's talked to Mr. Eckenwiler.
Then, after school, mom tells me that dad's called her, and he needs to know where the registration and whatnot for the camera is, so he can give the police more information. I don't know where this stuff is offhand, so I go home and find it, on the way, Mr. Barone tells me that he saw someone being taken out of the school in handcuffs, dad calls the police and starts telling them stuff, they call me down to the station, and after a reasonably lengthy questioning period, I come to discover that they already have a suspect, and when I hear the name, I'm not totally surprised, but I'm disappointed that someone I have nothing against would do such a thing. I was kind of hoping it was someone with a motive, as pathetic as that sounds, someone who took it just to spite me, not for whatever other purposes. Unfortionetly, at this point, the suspect is just that- a suspect, so my hopes don't get raised too much. I filled out this weird complaint form, or whatever it was, and then was on my way. Still I have too many questions unanswered, which nearly frustrates me, but I guess I'm just glad someone has been found that knows about the happenings to my camera.
Today, I'm told that that this person may have been expelled, that maybe he sold the camera, but I really don't know anything for sure. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I'm not being informed about anything that's going on. I'm assuming that since I haven't been officially told a thing, that it's considered none of my business? So I'm not asking Mrs. Young any questions. She was all stressed out today, and kept leaving class without telling us, but she slipped me a hint that it had to do with my camera being taken, so I guess I can survive without knowing. It helps when I just sit back and reflect, thinking that I'm just lucky that they found the kid. I honestly didn't expect any results at all. But it all comes back to me forgetting the camera in the first place in my mind, and that doesn't help things at all.
Oh well... anyway... I guess I'll just quit for the night while I'm ahead... goodnight.
Then, a paticular ex of mine is very upset with me, and rightly so, but it doesn't make things any better for me. She's hapily hooked up again, as I wish I could be, but I don't really feel comfortable hitting the dating scene at the moment. It all seems too complicated, I remember when I first asked her out, things felt so right, even though I eventually found out that we weren't really right for eachother. But that totally makes sense. I mean, what are the odds that the woman I'm meant to stay with for the rest of my life is right here in Loudonville? Well, apparently 0%. Anyway, I'm straying from the point. The point is, she hates me, because we keep fighting, because she'll say something, then I'll say something back, or vice-versa, and then we're at eachothers throats all over again. *sigh*, and somehow, I can never manage to prevent it. It reminds me how difficult it is to keep a feud going with someone you have to be within close proximity of every day in band and chior. And if she reads this, (as I'm sure she will), I'd just like to let her know that I'm sorry, and I'll try my hardest to just let you be, and shut up, and just be peaceful.
Besides all that, I guess the headline of my crappy week would be about my video camera being stolen on Tuesday. Yes, it's true, my video camera was stolen, but you really have to know more before you point any metaphorical fingers. You see, I was helping Rachel and Andrea edit their Bio II project at the school, and after my A block, I continued to carry the camera around with me to English in B block. Well, apparently, in my absentmindedness, I left the camera on the table in the back of Mrs. Young's room (along with my Frankenstien book, which happened to contain a $10 MABA bucks certificate I was using as a bookmark). I didn't think much of the camera for the rest of the day, that is to say, I totally forgot about it. The next morning, however, I found that I couldn't very well work on the project without it. So, I backtracked in my brain and came to the conclusion that I didn't have it in lunch, so I must have left it in the English room. Appearing on such the scene, Mrs. Young vaguely remembered moving such a bag that my camera was contained in to her bookshelf in the back of the room, thinking that it was a lunchbag. Well, I was confused, thinking maybe I left it somewhere else, but also puzzled, because she also had my Frankenstien book. I knew it was mine because the page had been folded over where I was reading, but my bookmark was gone.
Thinking I had only lost ten bucks, I went to the office to see if they'd had anything turned in. Nope. Nothing. I knew it wasn't in the chemistry, band, or choir rooms, so I pretty much figured it had to be in the English room. But it wasn't. So I talked to Mrs. Young who came to the conclusion that it had indeed been stolen and that I should probably go to Mr. Eckenwiler's office and talk to him. So, sickeningly nervous, I went and told him all I knew, including a description of the bag, where it had been lost, etc. He told me some stuff about how the might press charges, since technically the culprit did steal from school grounds, reguardless the circumstances, and that I would be notified if anything turned up or if I was needed (neither of these really happened... all I really know since then has pretty much been told to me by my mother)
So I went and told mom, she called dad, they're both angry at me, I'm angry at myself, feeling very dumb already, knowing there isn't really much I can do. Noone that can really consul me or make me feel any better. So I'm fairly depressed through the rest of the day. Later, I ask Mrs. Young if there's any progress on the case, she tells me yes, but that she can't tell me anything until she's talked to Mr. Eckenwiler.
Then, after school, mom tells me that dad's called her, and he needs to know where the registration and whatnot for the camera is, so he can give the police more information. I don't know where this stuff is offhand, so I go home and find it, on the way, Mr. Barone tells me that he saw someone being taken out of the school in handcuffs, dad calls the police and starts telling them stuff, they call me down to the station, and after a reasonably lengthy questioning period, I come to discover that they already have a suspect, and when I hear the name, I'm not totally surprised, but I'm disappointed that someone I have nothing against would do such a thing. I was kind of hoping it was someone with a motive, as pathetic as that sounds, someone who took it just to spite me, not for whatever other purposes. Unfortionetly, at this point, the suspect is just that- a suspect, so my hopes don't get raised too much. I filled out this weird complaint form, or whatever it was, and then was on my way. Still I have too many questions unanswered, which nearly frustrates me, but I guess I'm just glad someone has been found that knows about the happenings to my camera.
Today, I'm told that that this person may have been expelled, that maybe he sold the camera, but I really don't know anything for sure. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I'm not being informed about anything that's going on. I'm assuming that since I haven't been officially told a thing, that it's considered none of my business? So I'm not asking Mrs. Young any questions. She was all stressed out today, and kept leaving class without telling us, but she slipped me a hint that it had to do with my camera being taken, so I guess I can survive without knowing. It helps when I just sit back and reflect, thinking that I'm just lucky that they found the kid. I honestly didn't expect any results at all. But it all comes back to me forgetting the camera in the first place in my mind, and that doesn't help things at all.
Oh well... anyway... I guess I'll just quit for the night while I'm ahead... goodnight.
posted by Jimmy at 9:09 PM
2 Comments:
wow...you have had a very interesting week jimmy. i hope that you find your camara and that things with your ex get better. (by the way...i didn't realize that i had to read your blog to find out information about you or the goings on in loudonville...to bad people just don't tell me this stuff when it happens. lol) have a better friday and weekend!!! :O)
Well, I accept your apology, and I would also like to say that I'm sorry too.. I don't know how to stop the fighting, if it is even possible. I guess the whole not talking thing and everything will just have to be tried and if that works, then so be it I guess. I don't understand why it had to turn out like this, but I guess things will come to be. I'm sorry everybody hates you and that your camera got stolen. I'm also sorry that people make up stuff about you that can be very bad for your image.. I dunna what's wrong with the world..
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