Maxigumee

Yesterday was a half day at school. For the last year or so, half days have actually been more like three quarters days for high schoolers. They were still half days for middle schoolers and high schoolers at other schools, so I felt a bit gypped. Yesterday, though, the school people finally got their act together and gave the high schoolers an ACTUAL half day! Whoo-hoo!

First period, I had Spanish class. For some sort of listening comprehension thingy, my Spanish teacher gave some of the students tarot readings and explained what their futures held in store for them. It’s cool that for once I actually knew what was going on in Spanish class. I still could hardly understand one word that he said, but I recalled my tarot reading days….. [Sigh.] Man, I must have had like five decks or more. I was like, seriously obsessed. But I kept getting bad predictions that kept coming true, so I stopped doing that….. Anyway, it was fun that my Spanish teacher was giving tarot readings. At some other schools, the kids might have told their parents who might have to take their children to be exorcised from being exposed to such things. I couldn’t tell if my Spanish teacher was joking when he said that he was going right to confession after he gave all these tarot readings.

My sister got home about half an hour after I did. She was in a really bad mood and I soon found out why. She had lent out her OC DVDs a few days ago, something that even then, I objected to. You don’t lend out brand new DVDs! That’s like, the DVD LAW!

Anyway, when she had gotten the DVDs, back the packaging was horribly folded, oily, and scuffed, and one of the little plastic DVD holders had come right off. This is when both my sister and I FREAKED OUT. I screamed into my sweater a few times. She asked for a hug.

Did her friends not get that like the NUMBER ONE reason for BUYING TV ON DVD is the PACKAGING? You could just TiVo or tape tv shows if you wanted them saved. And oh, OH, the OC DVD packaging? *HOT!*

Her friends argued that since the DVDs were still in good condition, it didn’t matter. My sister compared it to breaking her own leg. That’s how much we in my family care about packaging. I can just see her friends from now on making all sorts of cracks about our packaging obsession. It’s already started. Commenting on some candy in a jar in my sister’s room, one of the girls said, “Oh, I bet you just care about the jar, not the candy.” I got back at them by calling them fat.