GlobaLOLization

A number of strange events happened in succession to me this morning. If this was Pulp fiction, and I were actually Samuel L. Jackson, I'd call this a fucking miracle. It all starts with a text, and ends with one too.

Summertime yesterday afternoon i received a text from my Father basically saying that he is disapoint that i have yet to pick up my transcript. He kind of threatened to take my Iphone away if i didn't send it at all, but that didn't disturb me. I like to procrastinate but I loathe the sound that deadlines make as they fly by you. I then made the wrong decision of mentioning it to my mom, who then made sure that i would go tomorrow. I told her that I'd get a ride but i just planned on walking.

As the sun set, i finished up a round of tf2 with henry, and decided that i would try and be social. So i logged on aim and started talking. I cant remember how, but the subject of new music comes up while i was talking to Max and Ryan. I ended up staying up all night checking up some really good new music. One of which was a young artist named Joanna Newsom, who plays a mean folk harp. I was looking at her wikipedia page, when i noticed that she is in a relationship with Andy Samberg, who if you don't know, I idolize, because for some reason i think he looks like me, even though i ve been told on numerous occasions that he doesnt. It turns out that he was born and raised in Mill valley, the exact same city that my step brother and my dad live in. I then noticed that he went to UCSC. I then spammed Max's aim chat with my surprised ramblings even though he had gone to bed. So i ended up adding all this cool music to my Ipod through out the night.

Later on, i realized that id have a perfect opportunity to listen to all this good music on my way to school today to pick up my transcripts.
So i got up this morning after my mom left for work. I got ready, shaved all facial hair except for my mustache, dragged a comb across my head, went down stairs and had a cup, all that good stuff. I set my Ipod to shuffle as i opened my front door to lock it. I stepped outside, and I need a Life comes up. I was pretty happy about that. As i turn around, i see a car pull up. My moms then pops out the windows and tells me that she decided that she wanted to drive me to school. If she had gotten there 5 minutes later, or if i had left 5 minutes earlier, she would have missed me. So we head to school while im enjoy my music, i was kind of disappointed that I wouldnt be able to enjoy the walk i was looking forward too.

As we pulled into a parking space at the school, I noticed a black suv dropping some girl off in front of the school. Right as our car stops at the main entrance, the song ends. It's an amazing feeling when that happens. As I started to get out of the car, my mom started saying something, so I paused the music before the next song started. My mom told me that I should buy an extra copy just in case. So as i leave the car and start my way to the counciling office. as I turn to walk up the stairs, i start up my ipod only to have "In the Aeroplane over the Sea comes on". This is the first song i put on the Mix Cd i made for Mel. It's also the song I listened to over and over again the night before i asked her to work up some confidence.

Im sure youd love to hear me go on and on about this girl, but I'm telling you for a reason. For as i took my first step up that stair, just as Jeff magnum's booming voice comes in, I look up only to see no other then Mel walking down the stairs. I quickly, sloppily manage to pause my music as she says "Hi sam (=]]]]])! how has your summer been?" I managed to mumble some quick words in my utter confusion, something along the lines of "goodfungreathowaboutyou" i think she had time to say a quick good before i blurted out "oh well ill see you later" (which i probably won't). I then finish my walk up the stairs in shock and awe over what just happened. "Fuck, fuck,fuck" i think to myself. when i entered the counciling office i started laughin at how absurd the events that just transpired had been. If my mom hadn't come back to drive me, I wouldn't have met mel on the stairs there. Had I not been fortunate enough to leave the house right as my mom pulled up, i probably wouldnt have gotten to school to see her. And then of course, there was Aeroplane coming up on my shuffle.

After getting back home, we have a nice text conversation after i explained that she took me by surprise. She's going to be a councilor at a journalism camp or something. Now don't get me wrong, I don't like her that way anymore. I think a good way to describe these events is in the words of the great Kurt Vonnegut: busy busy busy. I cant help but think that someone somewhere is trying to mess with me. I was laughing the whole way home, which my mom then got mad at because i refused to tell her why i was laughing. She thinks that I was laughing at her.

Tl;dr: FUCKING MIRACLES MAN
P.S. Sorry for the tense shifts, i dont really care to fix them