Guess what? More bad luck. :|
Who would have thought that I could still be plagued with bad luck? Well here I am, beginning my rant about the recent happenings that leaves me wondering: “When will this end?”
Great faces, great places?
So there I was, on another long-haul trucking trip with my dad. I got to see Washington state for the first time, and that night we were crossing through South Dakota. It was nighttime, and I was watching a thunderstorm that was just the right distance away—we were not being rained on, but I was still able to watch it. Then we went under an overpass, and BANG. I thought we were struck by lightning at first. But then I realized there was no light. Meanwhile my dad slammed on his brakes and was pulling over onto the shoulder. I then looked at the windshield. Strange muck covered the glass. And then I smelled it, and I couldn’t stop gagging.
You know the rotten egg smell we all know well? This was a thousand times worse. And it was indeed rotten eggs. Keep in mind I have a super gag reflex, inherited from my mom. At least three dozen eggs, taken from a farm, and tossed down by some teenage delinquents. We found out that much after pulling into the nearby rest area and speaking to the police officer, whom was speaking to two other drivers (a car and an SUV). The SUV’s windshield was cracked. So apparently the troublemakers have been doing this for some time, and have never been caught. During the talking we heard honking, and I saw a white van pass by on the highway. That must have been them, but the police officer took no notice. Good job, mister. Good job.
We got the truck washed, but the smell lingered in the truck’s A/C for about a week after that. Not pleasant, at all.
Athena of Marineland Niagara Falls
I found out that this past spring, Athena was never seen. So now Marineland has two orcas—Kiska and Ikaika. But Ikaika is on loan from SeaWorld, so he will be gone sometime in the future. Unless he was bought, which has never been mentioned. I wonder how Kiska feels now, all her children deceased, her only friend, Nootka 5, died last January. Probably suicide, as Nootka was perfectly healthy when I last saw her. Athena, meanwhile… I saw her ribs the last time I saw her. She seemed quite ill, but I did not get any impression that the workers were aware of it. Or maybe they were just pretending it was all fine and dandy. Either way, I am sad.
Knees know no limits
Last night I found out that bad knees run in the family. Well, at least now I know why both my knees are causing me endless pain. Nevertheless, I am only seventeen, and I would very much like to be able to walk like any other teenager. Most of the time it is my right knee, and my doctor pretty much put it down to being Runner’s knee. He suggested cycling. Oh yes, I am totally about to go out on my bike in the dead of winter. My mom does not want to bother buying a cycling machine, or whatever it is called. Ironically, we got rid of our original one a few months before this diagnosis.
More recently, yesterday to be exact, my left knee started to hurt. I did nothing to hurt it. I was just walking to class. So now it feels like someone has wedged something sharp between the two leg bones and is partially stabbing into my kneecap area. Left side, particularly underneath, feels really tender. I can no longer sit cross-legged, because that hurts way too much. Sometimes I dare not walk, for the pain can get to be too painful when weight is put on the leg.
Tiny presents under the carpet
Oh yes. I just bought MySims for the Wii today, as my cousins got me addicted to it when I visited them in August. So I hooked up the Wii to my sister’s big TV downstairs, and I started to play. In the corner of my eye I saw something dark scuttle to the left. I looked, and it was… a beetle. I grabbed the nearby Guitar Hero game case and squished it into oblivion. It kept moving! So I eventually flattened his head. Five minutes later another one scuttled out from behind the PS2, and I squished that one with the ten-pound dumbbell.
Then not two minutes later a larger one crawled out of the carpet, in a supposed opening at the fireplace, on top of which the TV sat. I took the dumbbell and tried to dispatch it. This one was more clever, and hid under a brick. It eventually began to climb the bricks, and I tried to get it there. No luck. It fell, and crawled back under the carpet. Well by that time I was very disturbed by the development, and saved my game and left the basement quickly. I told my mom, and… I did not get much of a reply. Mostly silence.
