Posts Tagged ‘Wednesday’

Basically awkwardness: this one is for you, Abe!

June 24, 2008

Again, I am typing this up and posting it on Jake’s laptop. Thank you very much, Brother. Whoa, it sounds odd to call somebody brother. Never mind. Just thank you. Without you and your laptop, I would be forced to end the one hundred four day streak, and that would be bad.

Today was… uh, interesting. Here, let me touch on today’s mixed-up events and riffraff.

[1]This morning I woke up at about 9:30. Emma then informed me that our mother told her that Tommy, the SON of one of my mother’s old friends and whom I was friends with when I was in elementary school, also whom I have not seen or heard anything about for three or four years, is going to be going to my school next year. “That’s crazy,” I kept saying, over and over again like a mantra or something. And it was.

[2]The next unexpected surprise was that Tommy and his mother, my mother’s aforementioned old friend, would be stopping by for a visit. They ended up doing just that, at three something once my mother came back from picking up Jake from his new job at a grocery store down the street.

I really did not know what to expect from the visit. I mean, what do you say to somebody you once knew well but have not seen in who knows exactly how long?

In the end, it was just as awkward, if not more so, than I thought it would be. My mom did the whole hurry-and-clean-up-every-room-and-buy-lemonade-so-it- looks-like-we-are-the-perfect-family thing, which I find completely fake and downright ludicrous. Even more awkward was the fact that Tommy brought along his girlfriend and one of his older brother’s girlfriends, all of which were far more interested in Jake than me. Then again, I cannot really blame them. I am terribly shy and come off as not liking people because of it, whereas Jake has the whole ‘vegan music lover friendly free spirit’ thing going on. I ended up skulking off (is that a word?) and reading a book, which I will mention later to maximize the length of this to its full potential. At the end, after they left, my mother did the whole ‘why are you so antisocial? couldn’t you have been a bit more friendly? after all, Tommy will be your classmate next year…’ thing, the type of which she does quite often. Sorry, Mother, that I am so horrible at speaking with people and would rather read a book than lurk around while everybody takes an interest in Jake. Sorry I cannot hold a conversation well and end up seeming rude. I am working on it.

[3]Books: I read all of The Worthy today (okay- it had an excellent ending but there were way too many drugs, sex, drinking, and fraternity pranks in the mean time) and part of another book called The Bridge Between the River or something of that nature. It is quite marvelous so far.

[4]I finished watching Next today. The ending was not quite the candy-coated one I had anticipated. It sort of stopped right in the middle… kind of like It.

[5]My father, Jake, and Clara are going to Safeway right now to buy some ice cream. At 9:21 at night, that is kind of an odd thing to do, especially considering the huge storm going on right now, but I have been wanting some ice cream so no complaints there. The storm will be excellent for the redo knitting sleepover Emma and I are having tonight. I am not pretty far in my scarf- it is about four feet and I hope to make it six. I am hoping a lot, if not all, will get done tonight.

[6]On the storm rages as I turn these pages. That would be a perfect rhyme if not for the fact that I am not currently reading a book, unfortunately.

[7]Oh, I also read part of Woe Is I last night. It is good so far. I am going to compare it to another book I have to read, Eats, Shoots and Leaves. According to Amazon book reviews, the competition is split over which of the two is better.

Okay, this post is nearly long enough (oh goodness, how many times have I used that sentences? three or four, at least, recently; the summer is not very effective in developing my vocabulary, regardless of all of the books I have to read). Seven hundred thirty-five words at the moment. That is good- my goal is eight hundred for this post.

Hooray, today is Monday and that means only two days until Wednesday (or one, depending on how you look at it… or three, for the matter, if you count today, tomorrow, and Wednesday)! I am excited to see what we do next time, seeing as last Wednesday was such an adventure.

Oh boy, this post is long enough now! Farewell, my friends. May we meet again in a library full of wonderful hard cover leather-bound books we have never set our eyes upon before.

P.S. Ugh, I saw that there was a misspelling in yesterday’s post. It made me sick to my stomach when I noticed it- almost as bad as when I have to open the Tupperware cabinet at our house- it is full of haphazard stacks of plastic containers.

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I am in a blender, according to my facebook status. You know, because I have mixed feelings and all.

June 11, 2008

It is Wednesday and my second-to-last day of school. You all probably know that if you have ever read anything recently that I have written, considering I speak of those facts constantly, but I felt the need to mention it nonetheless.

Alright, today. Hmm… (cue numerals)

[1]Wednesday Club, our last one of the school year, was marvelous. We hope to continue it over the summer, though I am thinking it would be nice to go someplace else such as bowling or people watching or something.

There was this guy at Wednesday Club, this guy pretty much everyone else I know knows. I simply had not struck up a conversation with him before, though I had heard a lot about him from friends and such. The conversation we had was about me looking familiar to him. Actually, it was not really a conversation, more of a sort of greeting or… whatever… it got me thinking.

Am I a familiar face? I cannot really ask people that know me whether I am familiar to them, considering that would be pointless. So, hmm… unless I speak to perfect strangers and ask them whether I look familiar, then I guess I will not get an answer. Much like many things in life.

Other than that, we did not stray far from our usual Wednesday routine. I did get handed a free local newspaper at Giant, so that was pretty neat. I have not yet had much of a chance to look at it, but most definitely will after this post.

[2]Tomorrow is the last day of school… my goodness, this year sure heeded my beginning-of-the-year warning to, ‘hit the road, Jack.’

[3]Fantastically, I received my new Threadless shirts in the mail today. They are even more marvelous than I had thought they would be. I think I will wear Training for Utopia tomorrow. It is a nice end-of-the-year shirt, I think.

[4]This morning, I realized while on the bus to school that I had forgotten the yogurt and measuring cups needed for a Child Development project. I frantically phoned and text messaged both of my parents to see whether one of them could bring them in. My father ended up doing it, kind soul that he is. I must find a way to be less forgetful, seen by the next snippet-

I forgot both my yearbook and a book Daniel borrowed from me (The Princess Bride– despite being far overrated, it is one of the best books ever) at the library in the hands of friends. They will bring them to me at school tomorrow. In the meantime, does anybody have any ideas for remembering things? Preferably not relating to writing on hands- I did that for a while with writing the holidays and numbers and words of the day on my right hand, and whenever I leaned on my hand (which I do quite frequently) ink marks were left on the side of my face. Not that I minded so much, but my parents did not like that so much.

[5]And, as I was speaking of my father bringing things to school for me, listen to this- he was able to walk into the school right among the students, and nobody even stopped him. This worries me terribly- if he was able to walk in undetected, then would strangers be able to walk right in and leave a bomb in a bathroom or something? Perhaps school is not as safe as I once thought.

[6]Speaking of school, as I was quite a lot (considering, without school, I would not have much to do), there was a fire drill today. Nothing eventful happened, we just left the school and then came back in a few minutes later, but I thought I would mention it anyway.

[7]I took a final in both Child Development and Albegra II today. Both were quite easy, and I am hoping they will bring my grades up. My English grade went up to an A (despite what is being mentioned in the next section), my Child Development grade is an 88%, and my Math grade is hopeless (at 82%), so there is a sort of kind of slim chance I will get straight A’s. The Math final counts for 20% of my grade, so mayhaps that will help.

[8]We took our last vocabulary quiz in English today. I was so excited to finish my 100% streak that I finished it quickly, convinced that I got every one correct. Unfortunately, in my excitement I accidentally skipped a problem, making another one incorrect as well. Meaning I received a 92% on it. I was so upset.

[9]I finished reading The Death of Vishnu today. It was horribly sad, at least a lot of it was. The next book on my list is The Nazi Officer’s Wife, an equally sad book. I am thinking I will read a different book instead, one that is much happier so that my summer does not start off on a grievous foot. So, with this I ask you- does anoybody have any happy (or at least mostly) book recommendations? Thank you in advance.

[10]We received our schedules today. Mine is pretty much amazing. I got into all of the classes I wanted to be in. Unfortunately, I got a teacher for Math that everybody says is a bad teacher- must I be cursed with bad Math teachers when I am already not so good at Math? Also, I received an amazing teacher for AP Euro but, apparently, he is no longer going to be teaching that class so that will change. On top of that, a ton of people’s schedules are all messed up, with the same class but different teachers in one semester and other such mistakes. So, perhaps everybody’s schedules will be changed up.

Luckily, I have one of my favorite teachers for Latin II. So, all in all, it is great and I am looking forward to next year. I do not have many friends in my classes, but I never do so that will be fine.

In my schedule, I am signed up for Photography I and Guitar I in the same semester, meaning that I will have to carry around a camera and a guitar throughout the whole day. At least, providing that I do have to do that for those classes. I am not exactly sure.

[11]The number of the day is 3393 (chosen by Wallie- something to do with his birthdate), the word of the day is zazzy (flashy or stylish), and the holiday is Hug Holiday. I actually received more hugs than usual today, so that is good.

Anyway, (boy, I use that word often) I am off to do something. I am not sure what yet, but I will find something.

Farewell. (Wow, when I write again my freshman year will be over!)

Just Promise Me You Will Never Try To Grow Up

May 15, 2008

Nostalgia is steadily taking over…

The color of the day is wisteria, the number is thirty-one, the holidays are Police Officer’s Memorial Day and National Chocolate Chip Day, and Pomona Sprout’s birthday, the words of the day are ersatz (an artificial or inferior substitute or imitation) and finagle (achieve something by means of trickery or devious methods), and today I walked/jogged/ran the last required mile of my life.

It was in Gym. At my high school, you are required to take one Gym class before being allowed to graduate. We had to do the mile thrice, and today was the last time. Ever. This is thrilling.

Next Wednesday is going to be spectacular- not only is it the weekly Wednesday club, but I volunteered to help out with the Preschool graduation practice and therefore get to miss the whole school day watching and playing with little kids. How awesome is that?

Speaking of the preschool, we are putting on a puppet show in class tomorrow. I am going to be playing a chicken and finished making the puppet a little while ago.

Also a little while ago (more like two or three minutes ago) I started and finished the short story I had to write for English. It is due Thursday, but I like to be ahead. It is only the rough draft, anyway. It is titled “Nobody in Particular” and I am going to paste it below. You know, because I have nothing much else to say. Laura, if you read this, do you think you could edit when/if you have the time? I am pretty sure there are some mistakes, but, as you know, staring at your own work for awhile kind of makes it tough to find mistakes.

[ “What am I?” I ask aloud, to nobody in particular.

“What are you not?” nobody in particular responds.

He has always been a wise fellow, this nobody creature. I am not entirely sure whether he exists, then again, as I have been known to imagine things. That is what they said when they kicked me out, you know. “REASON FOR EXPULSION” the slip was titled, the big, bold letters giving way to the infamous fine print. “Prone to excessive bouts of overactive imagination often leading to impulsive actions,” the report continued in the same minuscule size, ending with the signature of whomever was unduly placed in charge. They even had the nerve to slap a period on the end of it, as if turning the claim into a sentence fragment would change its significance, somehow. Quite the opposite, though- it only served to further infuriate me.

Now, that is all behind me- I still say as I did when I left in the first place: good riddance.

To be honest, I am dead grateful that I was ousted. After all, if I had not been, I would never have met nobody in particular- and that, my friend, would be unfortunate indeed. Had I not met nobody in particular, I never would have been granted the many drops of wisdom he has bestowed upon me since our meeting. Though, I guess calling it a ‘meeting’ would not be fully appropriate. We did not meet, per say. To this day, we have not formally done so. Rather, we have a mutual agreement: I ask a question, any time of day, and he answers. The scale is tipped more generously towards me, and I should think he would care, but he has yet to complain about my having the better half of the bargain. Now that I think about it, he has yet to complain about anything.

Occasionally I attempt to persuade the man to show himself, but it never turns out to my benefit. Surely he (and I assume that the creature is a ‘he’ based on the tone of his voice) wishes to come out of wherever he is hiding, at least sometimes. If he does, however, he does not show it. Always speaking in the monotonous, deadpan voice of a robot, one would think he would wish for a little excitement in his life. Evidently not yet, but I am sure he will crack someday. I have a strong feeling about it, and secure ones such as this are nearly always correct.

I shudder to think of what would happen if he were discovered. As long as the human race exists, the intense longing for knowledge and wisdom is inevitable, and nobody in particular has an abundance of it.

More so, in fact, than anybody I have met before. This never ceases to amaze me- if somebody this intelligent were to suddenly disappear from society, someone would certainly realize it.

He is an enemy spy, I once thought, yet there is no trace of an accent about him. I then considered that he is merely a hermit, choosing to be cut off from the rest of the world for some mysterious reason. That musing, however, was quickly shot down- to the best of my knowledge, nobody in particular has not left wherever he lurks. And, even if he were a hermit, he would still need to eat in order to survive. His voice comes from somewhere a bit off, but not enough that he could possibly be near a door or garden where he would be able to gather nutrients- or water, for that matter. If he is not human, though, then what is he? Without food or water, he could not even be living. A zombie, maybe? I doubt it- he does not seem like the type. What, then?

I have tried not to dwell on it too much, but I must admit that dwelling on things takes up much of my time. There is not much else to do, in this monster of a house with echoing rooms and the eternal scent of mothballs.

So, yes, it is free of most insects. It is also free of humans, other than myself of course. I have no family, never have and doubtlessly never will, and no friends to speak of either. In the end, it is just me here. And, obviously, nobody in particular as well.

I do not care, though. Who cares if I have nobody to talk to, nothing to do? What does it matter to be lonely when you have the answers to every question in the world? ]

So yup, there it is. I hope somebody liked/likes it.

Gosh, today feels like a Friday.

Oh yeah, my brother is home from college.

Pixie dust to all.

Try and fly.

“Correct papers at my window. I need them by tomorrow. *Hums Pachelbel’s Cannon*”

May 8, 2008

Well, what do you know, it is Wednesday again already. The year is flying by like there is no tomorrow.

I went to Giant twice today: once during the Wednesday Club where I purchased dragon fruit vitamin water. It was delicious. The other time was after, when my father called me and said he was at the Giant, which is right next to the library where we were, and that I should walk over there. I did so, after depositing my backpack, bag, and bag stuffed with books in the car. I checked out twenty-five books, you know. Instead of returning them in two weeks, I am probably going to take the full three weeks to read them. During the second time to Giant, I bought four bottles of SoBe Life Water, because I love flavored waters very much. These flavored waters are made with vitamins and herbs, which is pretty jokes. I bought it in Blackberry Grape, Pomegranate Cherry, Orange Tangerine, and Passionfruit Citrus. I drank some of the Orange Tangerine flavor and it is quite delicious.

Oh yeah, before returning my books I finished reading Hitler Youth. It was as depressing as one would expect it to be.

I continued my one hundred percent streak on vocabulary quizzes and we received the new list of words. They are simpler than ever before.

The first book I started on, which I am already about halfway through with, is titled Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge and is all about mnemonic devices. There are a few for the names of the presidents and I am going to be paying very close attention (and reading, and rereading) those ones.

Unfortunately, Valerie was not able to come to the Wednesday Club. Well, she was going to come late, but she was not able to follow Danya’s hand-drawn map to the library and ended up getting lost and just walking back to the school, where she had band practice soon anyway.

The word of the day is craven, meaning ‘cowardly.’ The holidays, which are devastatingly similar to yesterday’s, are School Nurses Day and National Tourism Day.

The color of the day is a shade of black (grey?) called Davy’s grey and is a greeny grey color.

Hey, did you know that the ‘dragon fruit’ is an actual fruit? I just looked it up.

Oh man, I also just looked up whether it is legal to drive golf carts on streets and, unfortunately, it is not. Where the speed limit is under thirty-five, it is legal, and neighborhoods may be okay- however, I do not really live in a neighborhood. It is more of a highway. There goes my dream of owning a forest green golf cart and driving it to the library whenever I want.

Oh bah, I felt so tired this morning. Luckily I no longer was once Wednesday Club arrived.

My second day of no contractions failed even more so than yesterday, the first. I think it would be best to try my hardest over the weekend so that I am used to it come Monday and school and all.

My good friend Laura, creator of storiesfromahat.wordpress.com, has started updating again after a brief hiatus. Her stories are extremely good- very funny and full of excellent lines- you really should read them.

Well, that is all I have to say. I am off to either read or get started on a wooly scarf I am knitting, made up of many stripes of various lovely colors. Plus I need to take out the trash and recycling and bring the laundry up.

Good night, everybody.

The Wednesday Club, The Day After My Birthday, and The Future of the World

May 1, 2008

Another Wednesday Club. Oh, joy. That may sound sarcastic, but it really is not. I love the Wednesday club, and today was no exception.

Sal/Val the cameraman was BACK. Laura was there too, which made me happy.

Danya was at the library working on a project with somebody, and we stayed there for pretty much the entire time. Okay, the entire time in all of its entirety.

Daniel came upon a random basketball and, compliments of Courtney’s Sharpie and right hand, the Pizuzu Monster basketball was born. I got to take it home and it is in my living room right now, rolling happily.

We also waved to some people in their cars. The best was when some guy gave us a thumbs-up sign. Waves are overrated.

Alas.

Wow, ‘alas’ is an excellent word. I never realized it before.

Today I received a belated birthday present from my immediate family, an original Barack Obama print with the artist’s signature. At the bottom, it says, ‘HOPE’ in nice, bold, even letters. I am not really into politics of the present, but I do like things that say my name on them. I am going to hang it on my wall with the rest of my random assortment of hangings. I am also going to hang up my educational poster (which happens to be made of tin and subtly tells the message that, if you put a banana peel on the floor in front of you and walk on it, you will slip: genius, its makers are).

I finished The Ice Cream Maker and am now a bit through Shug. Both are/were swell books.

My grandma gave me the Archie McPhee and ThinkGeek catalogs that came with my birthday present orders. I am using them as incentives for finishing up this post as quick as I can. By the way, I always try to make these posts at least a page, size twelve, Times New Roman, according to WordPerfect 11, which is this awful word processor that I believe came with our computer. Boy, that may have been a run-on sentence. Oh well.

Unfortunately, I do not even know what the word of the day is. Wallie was supposed to find one beginning with ‘G,’ but he forgot and ended up just finding one in my dictionary. It was not a very good one, seeing as neither of us can remember it.

Mental note: tomorrow’s letter of the day is ‘P!’

Today’s holidays are Hairstyle Appreciation Day (I would appreciate my hairstyle if I had dreadlocks like I want) and National Honesty Day. Wallie pointed out how super it is that the first day of April was Tell a Lie Day, and the last is the opposite. How insightful.

Daniel really needs to stop talking about how he has no idea what he wants to do after high school- I am becoming doubtful of my own future. Right now, I am stuck in the middle of

[1]Lexicographer

[2]Preschool or Kindergarten teacher

[3]English Teacher

[4]Author

[5]Used bookstore owner

At least some of them somewhat overlap- being an author in my spare time of being a teacher, for instance, or being an author in my spare time of being a lexicographer. Ugh, the future is annoying.

On another, still peevish note, I have a problem- specifically with pronouncing words correctly. Not long words or something: normal words. As in, words everybody knows how to pronounce. The problem is that I use words I read from books, and books do not tell how to pronounce words, obviously. For that reason, I am going to write down any words people comment on my pronunciation of, and write them down. Then I will use an online pronunciation key to find out the true pronunciations and practice saying them aloud. I hope this helps me.

Oh no, today is the last day of April! As I am typing this, here are less than four hours until April is over and May is here! Which means- no more April fool’s jokes! Oh, the horror. No, really, I am quite disappointed with this. Time goes on, but I wish to stay behind.

Oh yeah, (I really need to find a substitute for the word ‘oh’) I got my first ever four on fitness testing in Gym today! A four is the best you can receive, and I actually got one on my curl-ups test. I did seventy of them before my neck started hurting and I needed to stop.

Anyways, good night good night good night, my fellow aliens.

Make something happen, buddy.

EDIT A FEW HOURS LATER (AKA AFTER MY BEDTIME- I AM SUCH A RULEBREAKER): I just recalled something that happened at the end of dinner and I had to share it before it was too late.

Basically, Clara called me a nerd.  She is always trying to get on my nerves, calling me names which she thinks I will take as insults.  Unfortunately for her, I do not take offense from being called a nerd.  The conversation went precisely as follows:

Clara: You’re a nerd!

Me: [saying the dictionary definition verbatim] You are telling me that I am one who is slavish to intellectual pursuits?  Thanks!

Clara: …

Hope: (in my mind) EPIC PWN!

This Magical Day Brought About Much Excitement

April 9, 2008

Today my plan was put into action. Actually, technically, it will be put into action tomorrow, but it was planned today. That whole Wednesday Club thing…? Well, it’s happening. Tomorrow is the first edition of it. After school our group will walk over to the library. On the way there, Valerie’s video camera will be in use as we galumph around with umbrellas. And no rain.

We will record this, as well as people’s reactions, and possibly post it on YouTube. Then we will go to the magical place called The Library, and I will check out loads of books. It will be marvelous.

Another extremely exciting (though not definite) thing that happened today was my pocket watch thing. My mother has agreed that, if I baby-sit my little sister this Saturday, she will buy me this lovely pocket watch from Ebay:

It is so ridiculously fantastic. I really hope I win the auction.

Oh, and my new Threadless shirts were shipped out today!  Wow, one exciting thing after another.  Crazy.

I have nothing more to say yet things to do, places to go. Actually, I just have to prepare a few things (a tote bag for books, an umbrella, etc.) for tomorrow’s escapades.

Farewell, my lovelies.

[Part One] Weekday Wrangling

March 13, 2008

It was a breezy afternoon and Tuesday was admiring himself in a huge, magnificent mirror. “Gee,” he said fondly, reflecting individually upon each of his milliseconds. They were quite miraculous little units of time, he thought, even if they did belong to such a renowned day of the week as himself. “I am soooo groovy!”

A falsely hushed guffaw was heard off in the distance.

“Who dares to disrupt my… er… speculation time?” Tuesday questioned lamely.

“Shut up, Tuesday,” the distinctive voice of Wednesday answered rudely, an obvious hint of malice in his tone.

Recognizing Wednesday’s malevolent words immediately, Tuesday slumped. “Brother Wednesday, what did I ever do to you to deserve such harsh treatment?” he asked dejectedly.

“Besides calling me Brother Wednesday?” Wednesday retorted. “Oh, I could name quite a few things: for one, it is that matter that you simply exist.”

Tuesday’s face turned a startling scarlet. “Oh- I- you-,” he huffed. “Stop acting like that or… or I’ll call you a mean name!” It was the best that he could come up with, though he feared it would not spare him any ridicule. After all, Wednesday was a vicious day.

Wednesday smirked. “You wouldn’t,” he exclaimed in an imitation of shock as he covered his mouth to stifle his mocking laugh.

“You’re a-,” Tuesday began before halting abruptly.

“I knew you didn’t have it in you,” Wednesday said with a sneer. “You were always the weak day, pardon the pun…”

“You’re a weekday too, you little twit,” Tuesday managed.

“A true statement, undoubtedly the best you could come up with,” Wednesday replied, still unfazed. “Yet it does not even begin to make up for the fact that you are a coward. You were not even able to insult me effectively, seeing as I have not been bashed in the least. That is, unless you consider calling me a ‘twit’ meeting the standards.”

“Maybe not this time,” Tuesday gathered up the courage to say. “But be aware, Wednesday… because from this day forward, I will be watching you. I will always be watching you and, when you least expect it, you may be surprised to find yourself dead.”

It was by far the most impressive threat Tuesday had ever uttered, even if perhaps a

cliché and empty one. However, Wednesday could not be vanquished that easily; he found a loophole quite promptly. “How could I possibly find myself dead if I am, indeed, dead?” he asked.

“That’s not the point,” Tuesday returned.

“Regardless,” Wednesday explained. “Anyway, even your halfway-decent lines are beyond cheesy.”

“Even your mom’s halfway-decent lines are beyond cheesy,” Tuesday said quickly.

“You see what I mean?” Wednesday asked rhetorically with another one of his signature smirks.

“Your mom sees what I mean.” Tuesday responded happily. He was getting a hang of this insult thing…

“Finally, you appear to be catching on to the art of making comebacks!” Wednesday said proudly. “With a mentor like me, it must have been-,” his voice trailed off.

“Hold on a second,” Wednesday puzzled. “Unfortunately, we are brothers.”

“Your point is…?” Tuesday inquired.

“That means that, by insulting my mom, you were actually insulting your own as well. That kind of defeats the purpose of an insult. No, take that back, it completely defeats the point of an insult.”

“No,” Tuesday said simply.

“What do you mean, no?” Wednesday asked scoffingly.

“The whole brother thing,” Tuesday replied knowingly.

“What do you mean, the whole brother thing?” Wednesday asked in the same derisive tone. “We are brothers, after all.”

“Nah,” Tuesday said vaguely.

“What do you mean, nah?” Wednesday questioned disbelievingly.

“We’re not brothers,” Tuesday responded, again frustratingly vaguely.

“Huh?” Wednesday asked, confused.

“I’m sorry…,” Tuesday apologized, looking down chickenheartedly.

“About what?” Wednesday demanded. “Spit it out already!”

“I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this, but…,” Tuesday began. “Wednesday, I think it’s best that you know- you’re adopted.”

A few moments of silence followed before being broken. “So… Saturday and Sunday aren’t my real parents?” Wednesday inquired. “I am the illegitimate child of one of the months?”

“It seems that it is so,” Tuesday replied solemnly. “I believe your parents are March and August.”

“I- you- everybody’s lied to me? My entire life, I’ve never been told?” Wednesday asked incredulously. “Hang on, March and August are both guys.”

Caught up in the revelation, it took a bit of time for Tuesday to answer. “Oh, yes,” he agreed. “March and August adopted you.”

“Wait, so I was put up for adoption by my biological parents, adopted by March and August, then put up a second time and finally adopted by Saturday and Sunday?” Wednesday struggled to make sense of the matter.

“Yes,” Tuesday said, nodding gravely. “You have lived a very troubled lifestyle.”

Suddenly, Wednesday saw a loophole in the ‘truth.’ He could scarcely believe that he had not seen it before, as it was now excruciatingly indiscreet.

“But you have to be my brother,” Wednesday said, pretending to be playing along.

“I am sorry, False Brother Wednesday, but I am not,” Tuesday said gently. “It would be best to get over it as quickly as possible, before you denial gets any worse.”

“Um, yeah, about that…,” Wednesday started. “We kind of have to be brothers, considering the fact that… we’re twins.”

“Oh,” Tuesday said, blushing an unbecoming ruby red tint. “Right.”

“Exactly,” Wednesday agreed, flashing a final one of his signature smirks. “And, Tuesday?”

“Yeah?” Tuesday asked embarrassedly. “What is it?”

“You see, Tuesday…,” Wednesday began. “I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this, but… well, you’re a lying, cowardly idiot.”

And with that decisive comment, Wednesday marched pompously out of the room. After all, it was nearing the end of Tuesday. His day was almost there.

(END OF POST)

 Alright, so it’s over.  For now, at least.  I really like the characters of Tuesday and Wednesday and have somewhat developed the other days of the week- I hope to write out more stories such as this, involving the days of the week and perhaps the months, numbers letters, etc., at a later date.