two things:
- every day i stop by 7/11 after school and today there was a guy sitting outside to
collect donations for veterans and he asked if i had any money to give so i put the
$2 i had in and went back to my car to get my wallet and use my card for the drink
instead. i saw he was eating wings but they were almost gone and had gotten cold
(it’s icy outside and he had to sit out there all day) so while i grabbed my drink i
also got him some more wings and a hot coffee. when i gave them to him his whole
face lit up and he got all teary eyed because most people just ignore him and i felt
so great that i could make his day like that (it’s only a few dollars to totally lift
someone’s spirit, i’d say it’s 100% worth it)
- everyone in my ap environmental science class is hilarious. today we were talking
about energy sources and here are some fun things that happened:
mr. a: “this is your daily reminder that i’m a quarter danish and three quarters german.
therefore i’m a quarter of a good, happy person.”
boy: “but still three quarters miserable.”
[a bunch of girls passing around some scented lotion]
mr. a: “what’s with y’all? is this a lotion cult?”
girl: “listen, we’re not out here tryna be ashy.”
mr. a: “literally everything kills more birds than windmills do. windows, buildings, cars.
are we gonna get rid of all of that? even cows kill more birds than windmills do.”
girl: “i just pictured a cow grabbing a bird and crushing it between its jaws like a shark.”
mr. a: “also, cats kill birds like crazy. so if you have a cat, you’re part of the problem. i
lost my cat last week so i’m in the clear.”
boy: “no, that’s worse. now it’s OUTSIDE.”
mr. a: “anyway i thought i hit my cat with my car but it showed up a couple days later so.”
girl: “you didn’t check if it was okay or not?”
mr. a: “i had to get to school to tutor y’all, so technically it’s y’all’s fault.”
girl: “oh, sure. i can just see you putting your sunglasses on, rolling the windows up, and
pretending you hit a speed bump.”
mr. a: “so they took some dung and smushed it into these little piles. look at the finger marks.”
boy: [mimes licking each of his fingers] “tasty.”
mr. a: “they set them on fire and use them to make s--- s'mores. tasty indeed.”
