Happy Hairy and Angry Alex

Staying ALive!!!!!!

So, I was driving up Murray Holladay Road, enjoying my freedom from school when a great song came on the radio. "Staying Alive", so I cranked it up and was shrieking the words out loud in my car. I casually glanced out my window and saw these three guys, TOTALLY decked out in pink 70's attire, boogying down and doing the disco, one of them was stutting his stuff on the curb, one was dancing on the grass and one was "enjoying the company" of a lampost. They were dancing like they could hear my music, it was great!!!

The Fibonacci Curse...

I am convinced that my car is under some sort of cruel math curse. In 2005, shortly after I first purchased it, I went outside one morning to find it covered in green paint (the culprit of this act is still at large). A few years later my rear view mirror broke off, then last winter I slid off the road, crashed into the curb and threw out my alignmnet. The mishaps seemed to be getting closer and closer...
This past Labor Day, my car was towed, then three months later my passenger's side window was shattered and my school bag was stolen... Then only a few weeks ago I locked my keys in the car while it was running...... earlier this past week my car just wouldn't start, like tha battery was dead, it took several minutes before the ignition would turn over.

As I reflected on all these incidents, they seemed to occur more frequent each time, and it reminded me of Fibonacci's sequence: 0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55 etc... with each successive number being a combination of the two previous ones. I think the sequence is working in reverse for my car, it is a countdown......I have only days left until the car seriously runs into problems...... I know that nature is repleat with this pattern, but my car? Seriously! There's nothing so 'golden' about THIS ratio.

Hook, line, and sinker....

So, I played a pretty good joke on my parenets over the hollidat break... It started when a good friend and I were talking and I told her I could convince my parents of ANYTHING (whether due to their trust in me, their naaivity, or my incredible acting skills I'm not sure, probably the first). So she suggested we have a little fun.

My friend had been engaged once before and still had a wedding band, so I borrowed a fancy ring box and the game was on. Now, all my parents knew about this girl was that I had known her for about three weeks and we were just friends. On a Saturday afternoon I called my folks up and informed them I had some big news to share and really needed to talk to them, they were away at the moment and wouldn't be back till later that night; perfect.

they must have called every half hour, anxious to know the 'big news', but I kept quiet until the big moment that night. Well, when they arrived home they called me frantically and told me to come over. When I arrived at 7:15 I told them I only had a few minutes to talk. I shakily explained that this wasn't what I expected at all, that it was all so fast and confusing, but that I knew it was right and I was going to do it. Then I tild them the girl I met was more than just a friend, and that IO had purchased a ring and was on my way to propose, and just wanted to let them know before I did so. They had a million questions, and many words of caution. both concerned at how fast it all happened. Just as I was starting to lose my cool I recieved a text from a friend i hadincluded in on the joke. the text read; "everything is ready to go". I told my parents I had some friends setting up roses for my 'proposal', and that I had to go. They wished me luck and told me to call as SOON as I had her response.

Hook, line, and sinker......they bought it all...I was actually amazed, I knew I was good....but THAT good? yup, THAT good. The plan was to bring my 'fiance' ' to dinner then next day and see how far we could take it, but the guilt got to me and I called home at the time I was meant to be proposing. They were very confused and kept asking what her response was....finally they understood. They were very...subdued...towards me the next few days.

Yup, my parents believe every word I say, yet I vow to only usethis power for good. (most of the time:)