Hello, faithful blog readers!
As you can see, I've been AWFUL at posting here now that school's out. (Finished on June 3, before everyone else! HAAAA!) I don't even know what day of the week it is! Wait, actually, I do. It's Wednesday (I think... yeah, it is). I only know this because I'm keeping track of THIS week because everyone else is getting out of school tomorrow/Friday and I need to know
Yeah. I do that out of the kindness of my heart. I simply OOZE kindness. Yeah.
I should probably do more in the Saga, shouldn't I? (I probably should.) But the thing is... I don't want to. (Noooooo!) I mean, I know I said I was going to, and I really don't want to break a promise, but... I'm just not really into it.
Oh, screw this. I'll just tell a short story about the "Exploding Soda" part of the Saga title, and then shriek about a new Rick Riordan book (EEEEEEEEEEEEE).
The Saga of Freakish Salsa and Exploding Soda, Part III: In which the soda actually explodes.
Earlier in the night, my friend had mentioned that he had some soda, which I then wanted (I can only go so long with being slightly dehydrated, you know. For any guys out there, girls actually do need to do things like drink and eat and sleep).
He said that the soda was in the fridge in the garage. I said that obviously I'd never been there before and had no flipping idea where the garage was, let alone the fridge in the garage. Therefore, the soda hunt commenced.
Two seconds later, I found out that the garage was located in a very convenient place that I really could have found on my own, but I didn't know where it was in the first place, and- never mind. WE WERE STANDING IN THE GARAGE, OKAY? OKAY.
"Ooh, root beer," I said, taking a can down from the top shelf. "Gosh, I haven't had a root beer in so lo- WHOAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
That last part was because I'd cracked the top and foam and gone flying out all over my hands.
And then it was because I'd taken a step back... not realizing that there was a step behind me, which caused me to balance on one foot, trying to NOT fall backward onto the various pieces of junk in the garage, one arm windmilling like a cartoon, the other trying not to spill any more of the exploding soda...
...all while my friend stood there, staring at me in complete awe of the fact that any one human could be so freaking uncoordinated.
Oops.
After several seconds, I regained my balance (without dropping the soda!) and stood there, trying not to panic at my near-death experience.
"Whoa," my friend said. "Uh... you okay?"
"Uh, yeah. Heh heh... heh..."
"Wow. Don't die, okay?"
My thought process: Holy crap he is touching my shoulder I think my face is red is it red? it totally is oh my goodness I am an IDIOT and I almost died and my hand is sticky from soda and SQUEE--
"Okay."
*END*
Next up, Part IV, which contains a possessed Christmas hat and extreme boredom. (No, seriously.)
You get out on the third? WHAAAAAT?! We get out on the TWENTY-third. DX
ReplyDeleteWHOA! Really?
ReplyDeleteWe get out a week or two earlier than most schools, actually. We start early, so we end early. Most other schools are out on the 10th or 17th. :D