The story of my life...

No, I'm not going to tell you every sordid detail about every second of my 17 years of life, so you can relax. (I'm not the type to share something like that - and you would, well, probably fall asleep within the first 8293 seconds because, yes, my life IS that boring.) This is just a story about something that happened today that pretty much defines my life.

And before I get started, let me make you aware of one thing: I'm really sorry if I have missing letters in this entry, or bad punctuation, or whatever. You see, I'm in the school library and I have a knack for picking computers that absolutely suck. There is either something wrong with the screen (it's too blurry, too dim, angled the wrong way, and so on) or there is something wrong with the keyboard (it wobbles, some keys don't work, you get the point). Well, right now, I have a keyboard that requires me to pound on the keys (but not with all my might - just about half) in order for the corresponding letter to show up (yes, I'm definitely getting my daily workout right now). Normally, this wouldn't be a problem as the library (despite the myths of it being a quiet sanctuary - which are so not true, at least for this library) is filled with rambunctious hellions, also known as teenagers, that make it extremely LOUD. However, right now there is a presentation, and I'm making quite a bit of noise due to my pounding on the keyboard, and the librarian is shooting me death looks. So, I have to quiet down, which makes it harder for me to press every key. (Just a little warning).

(And that was a ramble fest - I know - but I warned you! I love love love to ramble as much as I humanly can - and I'm incapable of not rambling :P)

Anyway, back to the story of my life:

So, for the past four years of my highschool career I haven't really gotten involved. My heart has been in the right place, as I've always wanted to get involved, it's just my execution is a little shoddy. So this year, myself and a friend made a pact to get involved in every club that we've ever really wanted to get involved in. So far we have joined Me to We, Eco-Warriors, Adventure Club, Volunteen and Project Linus (we are still interested in joining a few more things that start later in the year). As you can imagine, it is pretty hectic for us, especially considering that all but one of these things take place at lunch during the school days.

Well, today was no exception. I had three things to do today at lunch: Volunteen, Project Linus and Adventure club. I mean, I know I have special psychic powers and all, but even I, like most people, have a hard time being in three places at once.

But, I'm kind of getting a little off topic, or at least misleading you, because that isn't the story of my life: it's what happened at two place that is the story of my life. (So basically, the last 2-3 paragraphs have been setting up/introducing the story of my life).

We went to Volunteen first. And we spent pratically five minutes there (while we should have been at Project Linus and Adventure Club) because they spelled my damn name wrong and there was mass confusion. That's twice in two years that they've completely butchered my name. Grr. It gets annoying after awhile, I'm just saying.

Anyway, we got it sorted out and then we went to Adventure Club (because it's not the whole period - whereas Project Linus is). And something regarding my name went wrong, AGAIN. It wasn't a mis-spelling, it was leaving my name off the list completely. And I know that I signed up for it - I have 2 witnesses to verify this.

The story of my life is NO ONE GETS MY NAME RIGHT! Ever! I think that I must be cursed because on certificates, lists, in newspaper articles, it's either not mentioned, or spelled completely wrong. Gah! No wonder I hate it. Infact, now that I think about it, it's often mispronouned as well. There's only so much I can take!

In fact, on kind of a side note, I think my (last) name might cursed or something. Do you know why? I'm not the only one who has problems with it. In fact, I think that it might have first started when my Grandma came to Canada from Denmark. The spelling of my last name isn't the true spelling of it: it has an extra vowel in it. Why? Because the government officials screwed it up. Or my Grandma did. But I don't think she did because I think she is way smarter than the government (Oh! Don't get me started on what I think about the government with their mass confusion, conspiracies...)

Oh Oh! Now that I'm thinking about it, it most likely was the government who messed it up because they've also done it to me. Last year when I was working on tax returns I put my name in as '(Surname) (First name) (First Initial of my middle name).' with a clear space! So imagine my complete and utter shock when I get my cheque and it's for plural me. ie, FirstName"s" LastName.

Dumbasses.

Damn curse.

I swear to you, it's the story of my life. But, sadly, I guess I'm getting used to it.

But this post has been extremely long and rambly so I think I'm going to stop it here while I'm still ahead, or at least, not too far behind (I think).

Lator Gators.