The Morning of Unfortunate Events

I apologize for the long delay in this new episode in my blog, but alas, the gaming skin is hard to shed, especially when you hang out with a bunch of other gamers. But I have cut back I’d say a good 50% on my gaming time compared to my olden days, so I’d say I’m making decent progress. Though whether or not I want to quit completely or just leave it where it is at this lower margin, we’ll see. And seeing as how my polling scarce polling last night was not sufficient, and I’m writing a new blog now, I’ll put my poll right here.

What makes my stories interesting? I know I have a unique writing style that makes it interesting to read, but topic-wise, what is the most appealing topic? Stories of my past “romantic” flings (though there are basically no more of those as the gas mask has expelled all the numerous possibilities given my extremely, ridiculously, handsome physique =P)? Or stories of just random funny days? If both are interesting, then I guess the only remedy is if I live a more exciting life…

But enough with the future, we’ll move back into the present and commence with my story…

Yet again we meet Dalziel being his sleepy adolescent self, rolling out of bed to the petulant sound of his 10 minute auto-snooze cell phone. This 10 minute auto-snooze feature would prove itself to be a terrible “feature”. The previous night had been a particularly eventful night as Dalziel’s whole family was together for the first time in a long time as both of his brother’s had returned home from college, but alas, this unity could not last. Northrop was headed off to Korea the next morning at 5 A.M. to spend time with his girl friend =O. So although Dalziel was not directly speaking to either of his brothers, he felt the need to stay up as a means to acknowledge the fact that he would not be seeing his brother again for another month. Or he was just using that as an excuse to stay up late…

So that very morning, Dalziel’s parents were leaving early also to send off Northrop to the airport so they would not be home when Dalziel awoke to relentless sounding of his 10 minute auto-snooze super feature cell phone.

*insert “Energize.mid”* “oh crap 53! Dang it! I’m gonna miss my bus” Those were the 1^st thoughts running through Dalziel’s mind on that one fateful morning. He sprung out of bed like a fully-loaded air soft spring, ran to the bathroom while taking off his PJs, washed his face and combed his crazy morning hair, all done while taking off his PJs to save time, ran back into his room, shoved his still sounding 10 minute auto-snooze feature phone into pocket of his back pack, got dressed, grabbed his iPod off its docking bay, and ran out the door sprinting full speed [under the beaming rays of the sun after a flying piece of plastic] (limited inside joke).

So Dalziel reached the bus stop and the normals were not there, but luckily, Dalziel lived on a large hill and the bus would have to come back down the hill in order to get to school and thus, Dalziel often boarded the bus while it was descending the hill. Dalziel took this morning to be just another morning where he would be doing just that, boarding the bus while it was heading towards the school down the hill, but as Dalziel inserted the headphones into his welcoming ears, Bus 23 pull up the hill…

“The hell? I ride bus 14? What’s bus 23 doing here?” pondered Dalziel as the bus turned into his neighborhood. “OH HOLY CRAP! INTO THE NEIGHBORHOOD MEANS ELEMENTARY SCHOOL KIDS! WHICH MEANS IT’S…” Dalziel whipped his left arm out of his back pack straps, swung his frayed, green L.L. Bean backpack around his body opened the pocket where the 10 minute auto-snooze feature phone lay awaiting it’s demise…

7:55

“No freaking way… one hour late…” Dalziel sprinted full speed back to his house, punched in the garage code to open the door back up, ran upstairs with Ladridia hot on his heels barking her furry little head off, grabbed his wallet with his license in it, and jump down the last 8 steps of the stairs, grabbed the keys out of their basket by the door, and jumped into the car. He deftly whipped out his cell phone while starting the engine and dialed his dad’s office so he would know that he was driving to school. No answer so Dalziel left a simple message as he backed out of his drive way going 20. Dalziel floored the acceleration for the 3^rd time in his short driving career and reached the school in half the time than usual, the one set back was that the junior’s parking lot relatively near the school was completely full so Dalziel drove up the hill only to see that that parking lot was also full. The last option was the K-Mart about half a mile away from the school.

Dalziel pulled into the parking lot and could not find a spot on the small lot closest to the school so he went down the hill and parked in the back corner of the dreaded “lower K-Mart”. The place where the lowest of the low’s of those who drove to school parked. By this time, Dalziel had calmed down considerably and he slowly waltzed the half mile to school and walked to his locker where he disposed of his belongings and walked to the front office to get his tardy slip, this one fateful day would be on Dalziel’s record forever. This was the only tardy/absence Dalziel had received thus far into his junior year at high school… to make matters even worse, the late slip lady informed Dalziel that if he did not want a truancy from his class, he would have to bring in a note, but to this day, 7 days later, Dalziel has still not handed in a note but he has also not received a truancy note. Dalziel hopes that this matter will clear itself out, but he highly doubts it…

Now remember, leave a comment, answer the questions in the poll that was horribly placed at the beginning of this wonderful story. Thank you.

One last thing before I go. AFTER, I repeat AFTER you fulfill the poll, read this. It may be a bit “racy” for those younger readers, but I do say, it is the best thing I had read in a long time.