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I was scrolling through my camera’s internal memory today. I actually completely forgot that my camera even had internal memory, because I’ve been using one of those SanDisk thingies for so long. I found a picture that I took about three years ago during the fall in our backyard.

Five Minutes in My Head by Adam Parkzer - Saturday, November 28, 2009

That’s my dog, by the way.

Yes, he’s still alive.

 

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I built two walls today.

Literally.

My dad thought today would be a good day to do some remodeling in our business. He also thought building two walls in our office was a great idea.

 

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Guess what?!

I have BATTLE SCARS!

Actually, they’re not really battle scars, they’re just scabs.

But I like to consider them as battle scars.

It makes me sound more heroic.

 

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A Day in the Life of Adam Parkzer

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A day in the life of Adam Parkzer.

I wake up, get ready, and I’m out the door in about eight minutes. I’m on the bus, 6:17 AM, and it’s pitch black outside. I have to turn the flash on for anything to appear. The two people in the picture were blinded by it and said they couldn’t see for half a minute after I took the picture.

We arrive at school and I go to the library, about 7:00 AM. Some people are studying while others are touching their crotch.

At around 7:16 AM, just before classes are about to begin, one of my friends decides to draw a smiley face on my hand in red cray-pas and take a picture of it.

7:25 AM, time for Sociology. Didn’t get a chance to take any pictures, we were in the computer lab doing IQ tests.

Second period already, World Literature teacher was outlining literary concepts and recurring themes on the dry-erase board. Time check: 8:38 AM.

Then he went to the other side of the room and started discussion.

Break time, 9:14 AM. Forty-five minutes to do my homework. Correction: Forty-five minutes to talk to the person sitting next to me (whose arm is visible in the picture) and listen to her weird but awesome stories.

No pictures from Health class. I’m surrounded by chaotic, unruly sophomores everyday in that class because I didn’t take the class when I was supposed to as a sophomore, and now I have to take it as a senior. I didn’t even want to take my camera out in case one of them tried to nibble on it. Out of the 30 or so people in there, I only talk to about three or four of them (including the teacher).

Lunch break, 10:47 AM. We went to Bocci’s pizza place. Their pizza slices are about the size of a fast food restaurant tray (literally). Didn’t have time to take pictures of eating, we had to swallow the pizza as fast as possible and get out so we wouldn’t be late.

No pictures from Spanish class, we’re always so busy that I don’t even have time to take a deep breath in that class.

Half-way through World History class, 12:44 PM. I was creeping on the other side of the room from my corner. There’s four other girls that sit near the door that I’m sure would’ve loved to be in the picture, but they happened to be in front of the class presenting their project when I took the picture.

Last period of the day, 2:29 PM. In the library again.

3:04 PM, riding the bus back home. The Asian guy in the picture looks like he’s about to sneeze.

Walking back to my house from the bus stop, 3:23 PM. I couldn’t hold my camera steady enough because I was walking with such incredible velocity.

Finally back in my house. Time check: 3:29 PM. Came up to my office and emptied my pockets of my phone, wallet, pens, and coins.

A few doors down into my bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes.

Time to get to work! The stupid lighting adjustment on my camera doesn’t work very well so a lighted room with a laptop screen in the picture makes the darker hallway look like a black hole.

Time for a break, it’s only 5:56 PM and it’s already pitch black outside. Where’d my day go?

Unwanted phone distraction, 6:21 PM. For the fifth time, no, I am not interested in donating to your charity.

Done with dinner. Time check: 9:12 PM. Time to answer my share of x10Hosting support tickets.

Time check: 10:34 PM. Even though my day usually doesn’t end until 12 to 1 AM, I’m going to end my photographs here. Maybe I should do this more often, it was actually somewhat fun. Hopefully, this helped some of my stalkers find out what I do in a day.

 

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I cut my nails today.

I even put them in a pile and took a picture of them.

Just for you! :D

 

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Today during sociology, we were studying the purpose of play. As a hands-on thing, we were supposed to bring in a toy that we used to play with when we were younger, and we were supposed to play with it the entire period.

In great excitement, I dug up my old Game Boy Color and my Pokémon Gold game from my storage box and grabbed two AA batteries. When I got to school this morning and went to sociology class, I discovered something tragic.

MY SAVED GAME WAS NOT THERE.

MY COLLECTION OF LEVEL 100S AND LEGENDARIES HAD VANISHED.

I concluded that the internal battery in the game cartridge ran out, so it wasn’t able to save games anymore. It’s about nine years old anyway, so I guess I shouldn’t be THAT depressed.

:(

 

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