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Pennsylvanian Mornings and New Jersey Evenings

Posted in Friends, Out of State, Out of Town with tags , , , , , , , , on April 17, 2010 by Jeremy

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Before heading to Day 2 of this random trip to the west, Orion, Lawrence, and I took the time to infiltrate the neighborhood once again, this time in broad daylight.  Armed only with a guitar, we made a base under a tree, blossoming with beautiful cherry blossoms, sure to hide our malicious intentions.

Actually, the idea was to sort of serenade the people of Harrisburg who happened to pass by the area.   Situated in the middle of the street on a median, the tree was noticeable to all the cars that passed by.  Thus, so were we.   Since it was also near the stop sign, people who obeyed the law caught a glimpse of our small band, chuckling in amusement at the silliness of our exhibition.  If I were the one driving the car, I would have been grateful to have witnessed such a random group in such a bright Sunday morning.  (“Sunday Morning” was one of the songs we wanted to sing.)

Later on, we circled the neighborhood, walking and singing.  We even purposely started walking in front of an exercising couple, singing loudly in order for them to hear us.  Unappreciative of our talent, however, they resorted to making their way to the other side of the street, away from these lunatics.  Nevertheless, it amused us.  It was an awesome beginning to the day.

We left Harrisburg probably about an hour later, thankful for the hospitality of Lawrence’s family (immediate and extended).  We made our way to Hershey, where we went to the Chocolate Factory, and enjoyed some treats.

After Hershey, we were at a loss for what was to happen next.  During a gas refill, Orion and I were talking about how Lawrence told us one of our friends, John, was in Atlantic City.  Lawrence denied this, saying he has never said anything about John in Atlantic City.  The argument got pretty loud in the car, and the next thing we knew, we were on our way to Atlantic City—a very, very long ride.

It turned out John was on his way to Atlantic City, and when we finally made it that evening, we all met up.  Lawrence’s parents decided to stay overnight at the Taj Mahal, where we stayed in a really nice room.  After getting settled, the four of us hung out at the boardwalk, the beach, the Atlantic City streets, and Johnny Rockets, just when I thought the weekend couldn’t get any better.

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Worthwhile Endeavors

Posted in Friends, Out of State, Out of Town, School with tags , , , , , , , on March 5, 2010 by Jeremy

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Looking back at today, the only words I can use to describe it are “bold” and “daring.”

Because of a statewide standardized test that all the juniors had to take, we seniors, along with the freshmen and the sophomores, were to go to school today at 10:55 am, as opposed to 8:00 am.

“Three hours to spare,” I told myself Sunday.  “That should be enough for a trip to New York to get some breakfast and return to school in time.”  You see, there was a Filipino fast food restaurant in Queens called Jollibee that I haven’t been to in a while, so I decided to invite a few of my Filipino friends to join me in my plan to have a special breakfast.

We decided to leave our town early to “ensure” our timely return to school.  After a few wrong turns, some frantic arguments about which way was the right way, and the decision to eat at the restaurant rather than on the way home, we found ourselves in the school office, with the vice-principal yelling at us from across the room.

“You are forty-five minutes late!  What were you doing?”  We would have to be crazy to tell them that we decided to go to New York for breakfast.  Thus, we kept quiet.

“Give them three detentions!” he ordered the secretaries.  “I should suspend you!” he blared at us.  At this, I was taken aback.  When we left Jollibee that morning and realized that there was no way we would get back in time, a few of us opted to skip the day entirely.  Being a good boy, I urged them to go to school with me because I had to go.  I figured that we would get one detention for being late, to which we can all say, “Who cares?!” with a laugh or two.

Well, little did I know that we would skirt suspension territory.

“I understand you guys want to have breakfast and all, but if you’re going to do that, you should leave earlier,” one of the secretaries sympathetically said.

“We did.  We left at 7:30,” Lawrence, or whoever, replied.

“What?  Where did you go?  Down the shore?”

We all just laughed inside.

Afterwards, when we all left the office, Marie and I decided that the trip was definitely worth the three detentions.

Ready to Get Wet

Posted in Friends, Out of Town with tags , , on January 6, 2010 by Jeremy

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Isn’t it annoying when you sing the “Birthday Song” and the name of the birthday celebrant has only one syllable?

Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday, dear Jooooooooooohn…
Happy birthday to you!

Oh, the musings of a bored mind.

Sunburnt Skin from Hurricane Harbor

Posted in Friends, Out of Town, Summer Vacation with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 19, 2009 by Jeremy
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Ah, I was glad that I was able to go to Hurricane Harbor.  I remember last year when I refused to go to a trip to Six Flags with my friends and missed a day of fun.  I was glad this time that I accepted the offer.  This realization came as I walked around the park, “swam” around the pools, and went on slides with some of my friends, frying under the sun, who favored to target the idiots who forgot to put any sunblock on, namely us.  Except Tram.  She was smart enough to put some on before leaving and selfish enough to not bring it.  It’s all right, Tram.  Your ear problem is revenge enough.

OK, I’m kidding.  Hope it gets better!

My favorite part was definitely the times we spent on the Lazy River.  I was pretty sure that that’s its official name, but it doesn’t matter, since Lazy River perfectly summarizes the time we spent in it.  Lawrence even managed to sleep on a floating circular tube thing while on the river.  (What are those called?)

The drive home was very quiet, due to the fact that most of us were sleeping.  Including the driver.  In fact, I’m a ghost right now.  The seven of us died while driving home last night.  If you don’t send this to ten of your friends, one of us will visit you tonight and slash your pillow.  Send this to your friends now.

OK, I’m kidding, but you don’t need me to know that.  Our driver was not asleep.  He switched with another driver before dozing off, and we all reached home perfectly safe.

And don’t worry, Michael.  I have pictures of you sleeping too, but I’m so nice that I decided not to post them up.