Hey, just came back from an AWESOME 2박 3일 summer retreat!! Actually, I'm not even excited anymore because i was sleeping on the bus ride back home for like 1 1/2 hours and it was REALLY hot and stuffy in there. But I had my own seat, anyway, so the ride wasn't all that bad.
But for now, I am not going to talk about my summer retreat and talk about THIS instead: what awaited me back at home.
So I'm really really tired, right? I mean, I hadn't even slept last night (reason comes later) and was stuck in a very bipolar room. One second it would be hot then the next second it would be cold, you know what I mean? And since I had a sweatshirt, not a regular jacket, I had to keep my sweatshirt on and only hope to get enough air when I roll up my sleeves in hot temperatures. Really, these wierd A/C controlled rooms can seriously get your body tired from melting then freezing back up again. >:P
My bus let us off at our church, and from there I had to wait like 1 hour until my mom finally came out of the KM young adults service and started driving me home. I swear, the moments after retreats just feel like another last day of school aftermath. I feel terrible, even though I'll be seeing everybody again next Sunday. What sucks is that, just because you were friends during retreat does NOT mean that you will be friends for the other Sundays. Like, already I've been excluded from an originally 7 person group (now narrowed down to 4) and the only reason we actually bonded was we were all up together. (Doing what? Comes later) So, it's just, you know, 7 teenage asians in junior high grades (7~9) all holed up together, at night, and you know what's going to happen next.
Boy #1 started hitting on Girl #2.
Wait, no, hold up, I said I wasn't gonna say anything because I'm supposed to be talking about what happened after the retreat, when I got home!! What's wrong wit chu fool?
Okay, so I'll stop explaining and get to me finishing unpacking all my stuff from my sportsbag on my 3rd floor. Dirty clothes in laundry, unused clothes back in dresser. Bible in bookshelf. Toothbrush and toothpaste in bathroom toiletries cup, arranged so that the toothbrush's bristles face outwards. Floss on the back corner of the sink, 45 degree angle.
I come back to the 2nd floor, where my computer is sitting there, just begging me to turn it on. Something tells me something wierd is going to happen. When I login to my first and most used email account, there are red words saying I didn't put in the right password. Usually, I don't make huge mistakes when I'm typing letters, so there really is no reason for that to appear. But just in case, I try entering my password again, slowly so I don't miss any letters. Red words again.
Suspecting some sort of odd hack, I go to my backup email and try to log into that one. I try to log in 5 times until I give up and continue my login attempts at a completely isolated 3rd email, which has no connection whatsoever with the other two emails. Okay, I got into this one on the first try, which means there's no problem with this email site or my computer. I go to Facebook so I can change my email address to my 3rd email which is now more secure than the other two.
After I change the email address and send an email to my friends to start emailing me on my 3rd email, I go to enter a lot of information on my backup email to retrieve it so I can go on from there to get back my 1st email. It takes forever, and I have to fill in things like "When did you create the account?" where I would just pick a reasonable year and my birthday month. This is taking way too long...
I finally finish it, and I'm so glad it's over; I send my results to my 3rd email. But wait, who is that scrawny boy walking up to me with a portable game system in his hand?
My brother tells me he had to reset the password and everything on both my email AND my backup email just so he could see the books I borrowed from the library. He gives me the new password, a mediocre 4th grade statement, which I furiously punch into the computer. I jam the Enter button and I log in to my 1st email. From there, I go straight to the Settings toolbar to change my password back to my old one. What the... They won't let me change to my old one!!! My brother must have chosen the "I think my account has been hacked" option, which therefore prevents that password from ever being used again. The whole time, I am thinking, "YOU COULD HAVE LOOKED AT THE RECEIPT IN THE COVER OF ONE OF MY BOOKS INSTEAD OF MAKING ME GO THROUGH ALL THIS TROUBLE!!"
So then I proceed to thinking about the new passwords I would have to instigate into my two previous accounts. My old password was the verification code from the worldwide internet dolls known as Webkinz. It was such a good password, too; a perfect random combination of letters and numbers. What now, should I try making my password something more literal? Such as, "I love TOFU" or some other crush nickname? (Those are pretty popular these days) Even now, I'm still thinking about that new password... And trust me, you do NOT want to keep the password my dear bro came up with. Seriously, I need a new password PRONTO.
I also need to find a flyswatter big enough to whack a certain oversized pest with..
But for now, I am not going to talk about my summer retreat and talk about THIS instead: what awaited me back at home.
So I'm really really tired, right? I mean, I hadn't even slept last night (reason comes later) and was stuck in a very bipolar room. One second it would be hot then the next second it would be cold, you know what I mean? And since I had a sweatshirt, not a regular jacket, I had to keep my sweatshirt on and only hope to get enough air when I roll up my sleeves in hot temperatures. Really, these wierd A/C controlled rooms can seriously get your body tired from melting then freezing back up again. >:P
My bus let us off at our church, and from there I had to wait like 1 hour until my mom finally came out of the KM young adults service and started driving me home. I swear, the moments after retreats just feel like another last day of school aftermath. I feel terrible, even though I'll be seeing everybody again next Sunday. What sucks is that, just because you were friends during retreat does NOT mean that you will be friends for the other Sundays. Like, already I've been excluded from an originally 7 person group (now narrowed down to 4) and the only reason we actually bonded was we were all up together. (Doing what? Comes later) So, it's just, you know, 7 teenage asians in junior high grades (7~9) all holed up together, at night, and you know what's going to happen next.
Boy #1 started hitting on Girl #2.
Wait, no, hold up, I said I wasn't gonna say anything because I'm supposed to be talking about what happened after the retreat, when I got home!! What's wrong wit chu fool?
Okay, so I'll stop explaining and get to me finishing unpacking all my stuff from my sportsbag on my 3rd floor. Dirty clothes in laundry, unused clothes back in dresser. Bible in bookshelf. Toothbrush and toothpaste in bathroom toiletries cup, arranged so that the toothbrush's bristles face outwards. Floss on the back corner of the sink, 45 degree angle.
I come back to the 2nd floor, where my computer is sitting there, just begging me to turn it on. Something tells me something wierd is going to happen. When I login to my first and most used email account, there are red words saying I didn't put in the right password. Usually, I don't make huge mistakes when I'm typing letters, so there really is no reason for that to appear. But just in case, I try entering my password again, slowly so I don't miss any letters. Red words again.
Suspecting some sort of odd hack, I go to my backup email and try to log into that one. I try to log in 5 times until I give up and continue my login attempts at a completely isolated 3rd email, which has no connection whatsoever with the other two emails. Okay, I got into this one on the first try, which means there's no problem with this email site or my computer. I go to Facebook so I can change my email address to my 3rd email which is now more secure than the other two.
After I change the email address and send an email to my friends to start emailing me on my 3rd email, I go to enter a lot of information on my backup email to retrieve it so I can go on from there to get back my 1st email. It takes forever, and I have to fill in things like "When did you create the account?" where I would just pick a reasonable year and my birthday month. This is taking way too long...
I finally finish it, and I'm so glad it's over; I send my results to my 3rd email. But wait, who is that scrawny boy walking up to me with a portable game system in his hand?
My brother tells me he had to reset the password and everything on both my email AND my backup email just so he could see the books I borrowed from the library. He gives me the new password, a mediocre 4th grade statement, which I furiously punch into the computer. I jam the Enter button and I log in to my 1st email. From there, I go straight to the Settings toolbar to change my password back to my old one. What the... They won't let me change to my old one!!! My brother must have chosen the "I think my account has been hacked" option, which therefore prevents that password from ever being used again. The whole time, I am thinking, "YOU COULD HAVE LOOKED AT THE RECEIPT IN THE COVER OF ONE OF MY BOOKS INSTEAD OF MAKING ME GO THROUGH ALL THIS TROUBLE!!"
So then I proceed to thinking about the new passwords I would have to instigate into my two previous accounts. My old password was the verification code from the worldwide internet dolls known as Webkinz. It was such a good password, too; a perfect random combination of letters and numbers. What now, should I try making my password something more literal? Such as, "I love TOFU" or some other crush nickname? (Those are pretty popular these days) Even now, I'm still thinking about that new password... And trust me, you do NOT want to keep the password my dear bro came up with. Seriously, I need a new password PRONTO.
I also need to find a flyswatter big enough to whack a certain oversized pest with..
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