Discovery: Lack of a Post Title I

Of course, after 3 days of no blogging, I return, somewhat triumphantly, yet lacking a post title. But I still have a lot of points to cover.

Point One: R.R.

As usual, I wimped out and did not instigate any R.R. interactions, aside from a door-hold and exchanged words of "Thank You" and "You're Welcome". Slowly approaching a climax, like plot diagrams in Reading; exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, resolution. 

Point Two: Boredom

Since my favorite Minecraft server has died a temporary, silent, ÜberHaxored death, I have been overcome with boredom. Some good things that make me happy would be my Nintendo DS, and the occasional buddy chat on Google+. All merriment aside, it's terrible and I'm bored.

Point Three: Labels Update

I've added some labels to my blog! Now you can view posts by category and study for the next pop quiz!*

-Max

*Contrary to popular belief, the pop quiz is completely fake.

Discovery: Nameless

Sometimes, I want to post to my blog. And I know exactly what I want to post about! But I can't think of a title that fits it. So, I have a Discovery of namelessness.

So there's a Monday. A Monday where nothing exactly goes wrong, aside from a suspicious sighting of R.R. interacting with a male human being other than me (:O)! (Exaggerated on purpose.)

And also putting aside the fact that I had more homework then I thought I did and that my favorite Minecraft server is down.

So, is this classified as a good day or a bad day?

Phooey with classification, I can make up my own classifications. Like for instance, call it a "Meh Day".

Meh Day. Has a nice ring to it, eh?



-Max

Discovery: Clumsiness

Clumsiness is a gift and a curse.

Quite recently, in my middle school experiences, I've encountered a girl who I would like to befriend, get to know better. She's right down from my locker, one away! 

Because she has the uncanny ability to make my bodily functions cease to work, I've had trouble starting a conversation. 

Sometimes, something bad happens for one, and it has a good effect on another in clumsiness:

As I open my locker, I hear an "EEK!" and a "OhMyGoshI'mSoSorry".

I whirl around, and see the subject of the matter, (who will be referred to as "R.R.) clutching a cup and some chocolate milk sloshed out of it down her locker and across a few others.

We make eye contact.

My vocal cords swell to an uncontrollable size. My eyes dialate rapidly. My stomach closes up. My heart does a somersault. The usual reaction.

A few words slip out, probably something gentlemanly and helpful. She says something polite, like a thank you, but I forget exactly what happened. I got some paper towels for her, and then I had to go off to the Fine Arts building to pick up my cello.

Sometimes, something bad happens for one, and it's just bad for them in clumsiness:

I was at my locker, taking a drink of my water cup. And it slips from my hand! With a plasticy thud, it hits the ground and opens. I make a sound that sounds like a dying Enderman from Minecraft, and I run into the bathroom, grab some paper towels and clean it up. Then my friend Myles races by, and says:

"Race you to Strings, Max!" and runs down the stairs. I shut my locker and take off, my feet sliding up in the air. I hit the ground and catch myself on my knee on the floor, and race down the stairs. Myles adds as I run down the stairs: "I saw that, Max! Epic fail!" Something like that, I don't know.

So Theory: Adolescence has helped me find Discovery: Clumsiness. Eventually I'll refine my Discovery into a Theory.

-Max