Post 12: Monotony in Retrospect

So, I've noticed I haven't written in here in quite sometime, so let me fill you in on whats been happening (as far as interesting points of preferance go).

Last weekend was kind of... well, interesting. If you include Friday, I was supposed to go to some graduation party, but the person giving me directions to the location kind of sucked (considering their directions consisted of "trailer park by the school" and "really close to there"). Then, Saturday was kind of a long day. First in the morning, I slept. At that time I was trying to sleep the whole day away. My dad kept knocking on my door and calling my phone in attempts to wake me so I can help him do something. To be honest, I could care less if this something was to fight a damn tiger, I was tired and I wanted my sleep. Eventually, by the hour of 5:20PM EST, I decided that maybe he had a point. Maybe I shouldn't sleep the day away, for there might be something good to happen. So I got myself up and asked my dad what he wanted. As I walked into the garage, my dad asked me to move the car into a different position. I didn't really care why, so I just did it. No questions asked. As I was parking the car in the requested region, I looked back to see as to where I was reversing. What caught me in a bit of a surprise was that I noticed huge appliances blocking my vision. This became quite bothersome in my task to park this car. But I continued along anyway, with the dark monstrosity that loomed in the back. Once I parked the car, and got out to open the back, I noticed two things. Fridge and microwave. What the hell? Why is there a Fridge and a microwave in the back of this car? and why don't they look "new". Once again I took upon my no questions asked rule, despite of my curiosity. I helped him remove the two appliances from the microwave. But to my surprise, that wasn't it! He told me he has to go back with me to get more. I was obviously lazy and didn't want to go. But in the long run, my curiosity got the best of me and I ended up going to see where this was at. In my own mind, I thought his friend was giving him these appliances, thus I tried looking not too much like a bum (for I didn't want to make a bad impression). As we were driving, I noticed the town he was driving into wasn't too far from our house. It was also in some gated, and heavily secured community complex. From what I saw, most people living there were very rich. But most importantly, I noticed my dad had just about everything. He had the key to the gate AND the key to the house itself. I was beginning to wonder if there was anyone ever there. There wasn't. Apparently, his friend was moving out and let my dad have some stuff. We went back to fetch a dishwasher and a stove. I personally saw no need for a new stove, so I lied and tole him there wasn't enough room. He told me we'd have to come back for it later then. I was frustrated and silently agreed. We fetched the dishwasher and a few other small appliances, and drove off back home. I still continued to refuse to return. I even told my dad to come back tomorrow for the stove, but he really wanted to get it that very day. So at about 7:00PM EST, we returned to the complex to retrieve the stove. Although I noticed he was acting awfully suspicious last time we came, I noticed it more now. He was paranoid the neighbors would see him, so we waited for them to go inside. Finally, we took the stove out and shoved it in the back of the car. By now I was relived that this was the last piece to fetch from the house and could go back home and talk to her.as we made the turn that took us straight out to the exit, we noticed a cop standing in front of us with his hand in the "stop" motion. He approached the vehicle, and as he did so, he called out to the back, "Yeah! it's this one!" and suddenly another man came out from the perif. This man was Caucasian, wearing short sleeves and a bullet proof vest over it with the letters "SHERIF" written across it. He was beholding a tazer in his left hand as he quickly approached my side of the vehicle. He pointed it right at my face, and screamed, "HANDS UP! I WANT TO SEE YOUR HANDS UP!" and as my hands came up, he repeated the same phrase. At that very moment, the only thing I thought of in my mind was, "Haha, Stupid Floridians." I was obviously more calm than my dad. In a sense I was more embarrassed because he was acting like an amature; like he never got arrested. I calmly went and the man put me in handcuffs. As every other time before may have been about me, this time, It was not. I was the minor in this sense and I just hoped my dad wouldn't fuck things up. So I sat on the curb, handcuffed, and watched kids bicycle by. At that moment I noticed how stupid and judgmental society was. If you have tattoos, you are considered a felon or that you are part of a gang, and if you have handcuffs, people immediately assume you're getting arrested. At that point even, I grew such a great hate for humans and all of their kind. I myself wish I wasn't apart of such a stupefying society. But in the end, I can't change what I am, nor who I am, only what I'd become. Maybe someday, in the future, I will be able to change society, or maybe help mold society in a more harmonious fashion. Eventually, they all realized it was simply a big misunderstanding, so they let us go. It was the most awkward drive home ever. No talking no nothing. So i told my dad to stop by the gas station so I can buy myself some Green tea and chocolate. So he did so, and I did so. We came home and alas, I was relieved.

The Sunday after that wasn't all too interesting. I can honestly say i tried yet again to sleep the day away, but also, failed to do so again. It wasn't too activity filled or anything, simply moping around the house, not doing anything at all.

And then comes today, where I finally slept the WHOLE day away :D

I suppose all in all, I can't wait for July 5th of 2008!!! xD