I can't find my @$^#$%$#^ notebook so I'm making this up as I go, without a topic

So this weekend, the Raiders played the Jets and I wanted to watch it really bad but I couldn't because I had to go to work. On a sunday. And this wasn't a rarity, I work EVERY sunday. from 1:30 to 6:00. PRIME Football time. It's so crappy. I'm always pissy when I go in bc I get to see about 5 minutes of a football game, then I have to go to work. It's such a tease, I hate it. And here lately, the Janitor has been hurt, so guess who's been on bathroom duty. ME. I was told when I was hired: "You're gonna do the shit nobody else wants to do." At least they're honest. So there I was scrubbing toilets wishing I would watch football when it hit me. At least I have a job to go to. No matter how much I make, or how much I hate some of the tasks I'm appointed to do, I have a job. I have gas in my truck, food in my stomach, and clothes on my back. And here I was whining about not getting to watch football. Idk for like 30 seconds I was really thankful I had toilets to clean. By the way I'm not a janitor, it's just something I have to do.
Oh the the stupid Raiders won.
Go Chargers.

I'm doing this blog, but I should be playing Madden 12

I have a history test tomorrow, but instead of studying for it, I am listening to lil Wayne and writing this blog. I should be studying. Actually I take that back, I should be at home playing Madden 12 and glancing down at my notes in between plays. It worked in high school and I graduated so it at least works a little bit.
Seriously, though, writing this blog is something that I will eventually have to do, but there are more pressing issues. If there was such a thing as productive procrastination, this would be it.

In January I was Cold

In January I was a about to start my last Semester of High School. I had baseball season to enjoy, and classes to endure, and then it was off to college. The so called "real world".
I was scared. I didn't want to know what life was like without seeing my friends every day. I didn't want the day to come when I didn't play football and baseball. I wasn't ready to graduate. There was so much in high school I hadn't done yet. I had never hit a home run. I had never been to a wrestling match. I had never gotten in a fight. I still had so many girls on my list. I wasn't through. I had more to be done than could be done in the time alotted.
I felt like the world was telling me to "Move on, already" while looking at it's watch and tapping it's foot. I wasn't ready too. I couldn't imagine a day where we weren't all together. I knew when  we graduated, I would never see alot of them again. I was terrified.

Life Takes Some Funny Twists and Turns Sometimes

Like there's this really (well so I've been told) wonderful thing called Senior Week. And it's where people who JUST graduated high school all go to the beach and stir up trouble. I was really excited when I made plans to go with all my friends. Oh the trouble we were going to stir. So all was going well until my (sometimes) evil mother had to be all "YOU ARE NOT GOING TO THE BEACH WITH YOUR IDIOT FRIENDS AND STIRRING UP TROUBLE. I KNOW WHAT GOES ON THERE AND I AM NOT HAVING MY SON BE ANY PART OF IT!!!!!!" (Please don't tell her plenty of trouble is stirred in Anderson) Ok so anyways she wouldn't let me go and I was really mad about the whole situation. So the weeks after graduation all my friends got to go off and stir trouble while I had to have the worst post-high school week ever...all...by...myself.
And then it hit me, Randall was home! Randall is my best friend that isn't my age, and honestly he trumps some of them. He's in the tenth grade, so he's 15. And alot of people are like "oh elliott you hang out with 15 year olds grow up blah blah blah" But he's my boy. So...I'm going to be his friend no matter what people say.
Ok so Randall was home. I could hang out with Randall!!! Wrong. Randall stirred up some trouble of his own and was grounded ALL month.
That wiped it. This was gonna be the worst week ever. All that you have just read was going through my head the night before graduation. I was looking ahead to the worst week ever. So then the next morning I graduated of course, and then to my surprise (well not really because I knew about it and had just forgotten) my whole family came over and gave me graduation presents. I got a new cell phone, a new laptop, and money totalling over $1,000.
So maybe this was gonna be a good week after all! All this money and nice things. Except for nobody to spend it with and nobody to show my nice things to. Sadness. Then my dad noticed that my tires were so old there was wire showing. So he took me and bought me a brand new set of truck tires. While we were killing time waiting on them to be done putting the tires on my truck, my new cell phone started ringing. I didn't recognize the number. I wasn't going to answer. My dad implored me to answer it. I'm glad I did, because it was White Jones ACE Hardware, calling about my application. I was hired. Which was really awesome. Now I wouldn't have to blow all my graduation money on food and video games and stuff (Which...haha....I may have done anyway). So Now I was employed, I started the next week. I'm also still working there. What if I wouldn't have answered? I might not have a job. I wouldn't have answered on senior week. That's for sure.
A couple days later, my dad surprised me with Rush tickets, and we went to see them. It was an amazing concert I loved it!
So that week turned out to be WAYYYY better than stirring up trouble at the beach with my "idiot friends"
What a plot twist.