I am a midget who sucks at mazes and smells like smoke
Yesterday morning I discovered that my little squirt of a brother is NO LONGER A SQUIRT. Noooooo! Now he’s about five centimetres (two inches?) taller than me!
And he was shorter than me only a few months ago!
Also, I cannot, for the life of me, win at any of the CSS Play Puzzles. I always fall into the shark infested waters or sing into the mud and die :( No fun!
Walking to the restaurant from the bus stop is like a daily pilgrimage. I hop off the bus and look all around me to see if my mother has decided to pick me up, and more often than not, she hasn’t. Walking around my town with my school bag on makes me feel like a tool, especially since it’s fat and heavy and makes my back hurt. So, I hold my head up (and try to look less toolish), straighten my back, and march on, towards the library.
In the library, I peek over the walls (they’re the short, half wall kind of walls. I’m no good at explaining…) to see if any of my friends who go to different school are studying. Usually, they’re not there, so I walk out of the library, disappointed.
I have to cross several roads from the library to the restaurant, and let’s say now, that I detest crossing roads. Unless there are zebra stripes or traffic lights around, I do not feel comfortable crossing them. I almost got run over by a tram once, I hate the whizzing of cars, I hate drivers who never seem to show any sympathy and slow down. So I look left and right, and if the cars are hundreds of meters away, I zoom across, running as fast as my stumpy midget-y legs will take me. By now, you’d think the combination of me running and my school bag would’ve made me fall over, but thankfully, I haven’t… Yet. That would give me another reason to hate those spreads of tar and asphalt.
I walk around the local woolworths where there are lots of syringes littered around. I feel really weird walking through here, like someone’s going to jump out and stick a syringe into me (don’t waste your drugs on me! Stay away!) or a car is going to come speeding behind me and knock me over. All the shoppers walking to their cars with their groceries in bags, or in trolleys look at me strangely. I grin at them like a maniac. All the elderly people smile back, while the middle ages people keep staring. How old do you have to be to smile back?
So, ouch we come to another road, but it’s all ok. This road is separated by those little “islands” of concrete. I go over the concrete islands and down a pathway. Then I cross a bridge, and I’m there. I wave at the receptionists (normally the male ones grunt out a “Hi Tracey” while the nice young female one gives me a cheerful “Hi! How are you today? Oh, that’s great!”) and walk through the restaurant doors, another set of doors, and ta-da! I’m in the kitchen. I yell a “HELLO!!!!!!!!!!” to everyone in there, to which they all reply “Mmmmm… Hi” while they think “It’s the boss’ daughter, I’ll probably get sacked if I don’t reply” (Nawww, I’m just kidding).
I make a beeline for my Dad and give him a kiss on the cheek. On good days he is responsive and kisses me back. On bad days, he mumbles at me and tells me to go away. Needles to say, I like the good days better. On all days, good or bad, he smells like smoke. On all days, I smell like smoke too, after hugging him. On all days, he’s always wearing the same uniform, the very same one I ironed last night. All days, my dad is always there, without fail. On all days, I smell like smoke too, after hugging him.
# Gumby, 2 years, 3 months ago.
I also have issues with people smiling/greeting you back when on a stroll around town… *cough* All of the old people say morning or hello, and I grin back with a “morning.” However, this false display of cheeriness almost always makes me feel strange, and I find that I am still grinning cheerily for no particular reason 5 minutes later. Its strange…
And just 2 days ago, walking up a hill, a walker walked past me (by the way this is at about 3:30pm) and says “hello” and smiles, then I smile back and say “morning.” Iand let me remind you that at that time, it was infact, the afternoon. I spend 5 minutes with that cheery grin on my face, thinking to myself “you twit, its the afternoon you idiot. What does that walker think of me? they probably think I go to some idiot school like Kotara High. (sorry, but my selective school has made me realise how stupid people our age are. The people that go to non-selective schools that is. I mean, I have some idiots in my class that would have trouble telling me what Pythagorus’ Theorum is, or people in my music class that cannot tell me the key signature of C major… idiots…. but judging by the intelligence of my non-selective-school-friends, these people in my class that I truly think are idiotic are modern day genius’ compared to the rest of the troubled, idiout teens out there, who don’t have enough intelligence to figure out that if you have one apple, and you buy another, that you have two apples. Idiots. They also have zero common sense. Its no wonder that the older generations think we should get over ourselves… Our generation is slowly turning into a character from the OC. Which, let me assure you, is a very bad thing. Oops forgot to close the bracket)
But anyway, I hope that my generation, and particularly those that go to non-selective schools turn on a light in their heads that will make them smarter, because if they keep going at the rate we’re going, Darwin’s theory of evolution will be obliterated, because we will be going backwards through evolution, and withing 50 years we will be cavemen.
For any people that go to non-selective schools out there, please understand that I have nothing against you in particular. You might be a very intelligent and friendly person. In which case it would be a pleasure to meet you. But I cannot tolerate idiots and fools, who can’t tell their crotchets from quavers. (which would be understandable if you didn’t play music) (But for those you do that would be the kind of thing that would make me think you have no brain)
So, in short, I think people are incredibly stupid. If they are incredibly stupid. But I think people our age should make more of an effort to learn. Because right now a vast majority of you are idiots…
How did this turn into a comment about idiots when it was simply talking about saying hello to people in the street? Suppose thats what happens when you go off into tangents….
Oh by the way Trace if you feel like a midget, try being me for a day. I assure you that you have nothing to worry about, especially when standing next to me. But you are a year and a day older…
There is nothing wrong with being vertically challenged. Nothing at all.
Hehehe I have never thought of you as the bosses daughter before. Its quite surreal. Heheh.
# Gumby, 2 years, 3 months ago.
Wow my comment is almost as long as your post…. Oops. I have a slight tendancy to ramble. Sorry…
# Jordie, 2 years, 3 months ago.
Perth is a magnet for rude, thoughtless drivers, it would seem.
I used to be vertically challenged, but now I’m nearly as tall as my Dad, which is probably not saying much because Dad isn’t too tall either. But I am definitely LESS vertically challenged than I used to be, and that is a GOOD THING.
# Boris, 2 years, 3 months ago.
Heh, and today I just told you (Gumby) how I can hardly read sheet music :p But I play guitar and I read TAB mostly so I kind of have an excuse? Speaking of idiots, I hate my cooking-bay-group. They’re nice guys, fun, but retarded. They spent almost the whole period making wanking motions underneath their aprons… Oh and how’s this:
“Here comes the EGG!!!”
“Okay, just a little…”
*gradually pouring in egg*
“Okay stop.”
“ALL OF IT!!!”
*blop*
“Thanks…”
Oh well… Being a boss’ son/daughter really isn’t that good… The result is a father that thinks he’s always right and anybody who disagress with him must be wrong, just because they don’t agree… And who thinks everybody is there to do his bidding, just because he doesn’t want to.
Bleh. I feel like some food. Bye.
# Gumby, 2 years, 3 months ago.
Boris I think I know who your kitchen buddies are. They are idiots and I wonder how they got into our school. Really. And to spend the whole period doing things to their aprons… well enough said…
Thats ok that you don’t read sheet music, most guitarists don’t. Unless they are the guitar-piano people, where they have to be able to read sheet music. Bi-musical… hmm… well you get my drift.
Again sorry for rambling so much before. I got a bit carried away.
# Tracey, 2 years, 3 months ago.
You guys are spamming my comments, lol.
# Gumby, 2 years, 3 months ago.
Oh, and by the way, whats even worse is when you have to work with an idiot in a group and you know that anything they do will be a piece of crap, and they probably won’t even do it, so you end up doing all the work. I hate that. Thats the problem with groupwork. But I got full marks for it and my idiot “partner” got less. I am still disgusted, he got 8/10 for doing NOTHING. Euhhhhhhhhhhhh………
# Alex, 2 years, 3 months ago.
You write the most “poetic” blogs Tracey. heheheh. And Georgia, your comments are… um…. equally poetic. :|.
Some days I am just so happy for no apparent reason, and I grin at everyone on the bus. Once I started laughing because I was listening to Tripod and people looked at me really weirdly. Also, on the same day, I was grinning manically, and a baby started crying when it looked at me.
Josh is taller than me. IT SUCKS.
I love my daddy :) but I don’t hug him… I think I’m scared to. Actually, I flinch every time he comes near me. Especially when he has a knife. He has this habit of flicking/pinching/pretending to hit me. It’s rather annoying. Heheheheh. I AM NOT ABUSED! MY FATHER JUST LIKES TO PLAY CHILDISH PRANKS. That’ll keep the RSPCA away… (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Alexs)
# Gumby, 2 years, 3 months ago.
It sucks when you walk past old people and the just stand there and stare. It happened to me today and it was horrible. A death stare just for walking past….
# Boris, 2 years, 3 months ago.
Of course, Boris is not poetic…
# Summer, 2 years, 3 months ago.
Crossing roads in China is even more deadly. I always think I’m just about to die and then the car somehow misses me and I exhale. I think that has made me much braver about crossing North American roads.
Depending on my mood, I often like walking home myself from the bus stop, although I appreciate a lift in the winter. My poor little toes cannot take the freezing snow.
You always iron your dad’s uniform? Wow, you are a good daughter. Haha. I don’t even know how to iron! And I never embrace my dad, barely greet him… we seem to have developed a pretty icy divide as I grew older, even though I’m not sure why.
# Gumby, 2 years, 3 months ago.
Did you always have the little piano keys icon in the address bar Trace? I’ve never noticed it before. I quite like it. Although the B and F keys look substantially smaller than A and G. But its loovely.
PS. I am not spamming your comments, I was just saying that I like the icon thing. NOT SPAMMING….
# Amanda, 2 years, 3 months ago.
Oh look, someone has a favicon.
# Amber, 2 years, 3 months ago.
I don’t like crossing the road around here - especially on my way to school because noone will let me go. I think they think that just because I am a teenager I won’t say thank you or something. It is very frustrating when you only have two minutes until you get a 10 minute detention for being late.
“Stop, think, and go.” Whilst the singing hedgehogs try to teach me how to cross the road, I will always be bad at it. I either wait for 10 minutes for there to be no cars in the vicinity or I underestimate the speed of the car and go to early. I must find that healthy balance.
How tall are you now? I am only 5″2 and am shorter than almost everyone else in my family and all my friends. In my defence, I have four years to go and I consistently grow whereas everyone else just has growth spurts. There is time for my vertically challenged self yet!
# Chans, 2 years, 3 months ago.
I used to take my to ride to school or back to the station after I got off the bus, until someone stole my bike :-/.
Crossing roads here is not that bad, you just walk on the road and pray they stop ;). Nah seriously, it’s not really that bad, enough traffic lights around and if there aren’t it usually doesn’t take very long before you can cross safely either.
# jake, 2 years, 2 months ago.
I love *** it has a charm, and i saw santa claus there once and children playing it was great.
yeah
i caught yer bus once remember that..
well it shall happen again but claudia wont be there :( so i shall be lonely
that is all
JAke
Edit: Edited to remove location names.
# X, 11 months, 1 week ago.
i couldnt agree with you more. my name is x and i am 16. i hate teens. i hate the way all those 16, 17 year old males walk around with there stupid baseball hats with a too long brim and the only words in there vocab are, “yeh!”,”wat”,and finally “kunt”. and the stupid “popular” superfissual sluts that follow them around, waiting to which one of them she can suck off first. they are all so stupid and ignorent.
P.s: i was expelled from kotara high, lol