BANANA?!?! (Please?... Pretty Please????!!!)

So, I yet again find myself unable to sleep; seemingly these times are when my brain is most active, since I always come up with some sort of thought that nags me to no end until I cave and abandon my studies to a life of homelessness and starvation paired with third world poverty.  By hazard of going to a Christian school, I think about faith a near unhealthy amount, as in like morbidly obese babies kind of  unhealthy. Either way, let's kick off tonight's thoughts with a springboard from a previous post of mind entitled, "Can you hear me, Major Tom?"

Now, on to this thought that's holding me back from my hopefully osmotic studies.

No Mr. Bond... I Want You To Die!

I'm going to go ahead and apologize ahead of time for this one. It may be a little bit serious comparatively. This is going to be a slight explanation of my post about cheese (http://paterfiliusspiritusquesancti.blogspot.com/2011/07/onml-number-carrot.html), without going too deep into detail. Recently I've been having these dreams, and I've noticed that several of them have taken place in the same place. That got me thinking about why that may be.  Both dreams were very different, and didn't even have the same people in it, besides me.  My thought process very quickly returned to the whole deal with me seemingly leading two lives at once.

I'm a Banshee... Or I was at one point.

As I trundle through my day, going from class to class to class, wishing only for some vittles to calm my stomach, I remembered something…  I had this thing where I had decided that I was going to go through my life with you all, remember that?  Well, I just realized that I've forgotten to keep that up. Go me! Anyways, let's take some time to talk about  this lovely thing called actual elementary school.  I'm not discounting the importance of kindergarten, however, I do think that it's only an introduction to what really matters: the first and second grade.

Hokay, here goes. Well, I'm going to skip over the first part of the year, mainly because I don't remember what all happened. So, in the first grade, I attended the same school as I did for Kindergarten, however, I was now in the upper echelon of the place, I owned the school, or so my delusion said.  My class had a play that year, something to do with a zoo. I played a monkey that made donkey noises. Makes sense, no?  I had that monkey tail for a LONG time afterwards too…. Anyways, the moral of the story is this: T-Shirts can cause some pretty severe accidents in the long run. I didn't even think of it as the t-shirt's fault at first, but it really was its fault that I got a second degree burn on my forearm in the first grade.  It was truly a scarring incident, like for real scarring, it's still there on my arm.

That awkward moment when...

So we all have awkwardness in our lives, right? That's the one part that most people our age can agree on these days, the one speck of similarity that unites us. Neither familial ties, or race ties us all together, but now at this moment, awkward moments bring us together. I want to begin a "series" if you will on the awkward moments that have happened to me. I'm not talking something like a general awkwardness to your gait, or your own personal sense of awkward. Oh no, believe me, I appreciate that and all, but this is no joke here; these instances seem to me to be things that go above and beyond the norm of blunders. Hype is all I have spoken until now, but shall we to some more pointed examples, or should I say, one for now. One very pointed example… My mother complimented my butt today.