A page of memories. This is like a public diary of sorts, not organized super well but it's not meant to be. This is mainly here for me and my friends but feel free to keep reading, it's nothing I'd consider too personal for me! NOTE: some of these may be deleted to prevent this page from getting too big. It's managed manually and I don't feel like writing a whole system for sorting/searching or anything like that.
Call me childish but pizza is goated I could eat it every day!! The amount of toppings and ways it can be prepared is insane bruh like I could eat pizza in a different way every day for a month and not get sick of it. I mean, I'm not going to do that, but I COULD... Anyway there was this summer as a kid where I was home alone with my sister almost all the time and my diet consisted of mostly pizza hot pockets for like 4 weeks.
When I was in like 4th grade, I got put on ADHD meds for the first time. I'm no longer on them for irrelevant reasons, but I didn't really know how to take pills. Still getting a hang of it, I mistakingly took my meds with bleach instead of water.
This should not have been possible, but it happened for the stupidest reason ever. Basically my mom put leftover bleach in a water bottle and just left it on the kitchen table. I woke up with crusty ass eyes, grabbed my meds, went to kitchen, and grabbed the first bottle within my reach and just went ham. I stayed home that day lol.
I've been hospitalized a couple times in my life, but one of the most memorable was when I got a pretty bad viral infection at like 9 years old. They had to poke a hole in my elbow pit or something so they could pump me full of some stuff (forgot what). I was and still am horrified of needles, so I was on the verge of having a panic attack.
The only way my mom could get me to calm down was by promising to buy me Crash Bandicoot: Wrath of Cortex on the XBOX 360. Forgot how long I was hospitalized, but after we finally went home I got Crash and some ice cream, it was pretty goated!
When I was like 10 I wanted to be a comic book artist. I had ZERO experience in digital art, so I scribbled down some stuff using a random drawing app and uploaded two unreadable pages to some blogspot. I don't know what the blogspot was or what the comics were about, just that the drawings were terrible and that the handwriting was non-existent. I sometimes wonder if those comics are still out there somewhere.
This one's a classic. Once as a kid (maybe age 4?) my dad brought me an ice-cream sandwich while I was at the pool. I was just kind of walking around inside the pool holding it when I flew too close to the sun and almost started drowning. Despite the fact that I was possibly going to die that die, child me decided that the ice cream sandwich was more important than my life, causing me to hold it up in the air while my head was barely above the water. I really wanted to save the ice cream. Anyway my dad had to save me and the ice cream went to waste. Afterwards, the only thing I could think about was the fact that I didn't get to finish my ice cream.
OK this is a long one so it's going at the bottom. I used to play the euphonium (AWESOME GOATED INSTRUMENT BTW). I wanted to play the tuba. My small band had an unclaimed tuba and a euphonium, so the directory told me she thought I'd be good for tuba but that I should start with the euphonium. I was like "alright that's chill" and started playing... I never stopped.
My band director switched up on me. She told me that no one else wanted to play euphonium and that she really wanted me to keep playing it because having a euphonium player in the band was great. Mind you, our band also didn't have a dedicated tuba player yet, but I guess she wanted me on euphonium. I stuck to it, I had fun, but then a new kid showed up.
This boy... I will call him schleepus. Schleepus played trombone, with the intention to transition to tuba. He was allowed to do so, and became the band's tuba player. FUCK! I had already accepted my life of eternal euphonium playing, but seeing some other kid get to play tuba reignited my anger. To make things worse, this rascal asked ME for help with the fingerings cause I knew them already as a euphonium player!
Not to drag him, but Schleepus kinda sucked ass at tuba. He always needed my help, I carried lowkey but he would never admit that... OK I'm being too mean I jest I promise. Anyway he wasn't amazing but... HE. WON. AN. AWARD. Like, the school had a ceremony at the end of the year and they gave HIM an award for band!! HOW?? My only award that year was best STUDY HALL student (insert skull emoji).
Man, (INSERT PAST RELIGION) school sucked.