Stupid font hates me. Hates me so so so much. GUR. Allrighty folks, I'm sure somethings happened but I'm not sure what... Ah yes...Now I remember.
Well I've got my self an egnegma *mystery* Some wear along the line basketball started to not be so much fun. Then it became no fun, now its just tourture. We have 2hr practices that evolve lots of running, 4 games a week which evolve mental beatings by coah, players, pears, and most of all self. And all for what? Well darn it if I don't remember. It's not the work, or the hours, or the running, I can handel all of that. But I'm thinking "Why?" Why am I doing it? Like today, we won by a rather large amount, I scored, and yet...I hated it. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? You know what, this is stupid. I'm not going to quite, I'm not going to skip practice, so why don't I just shut up and get on with it eh? I know thats what you really want.
Some exelent inside jokes today...however it might be a bit odd, desterbing, and down right confusing if I told you.... Lets just say that leaving anyoing multiple comments in variouse peoples planners is a exelent way to get a laugh. Especially if you put witty, creative things, such as "Derek sold his tie collection on ebay" or "Vidhi has romantic relations with a toaster" Sometimes however, things get out of hand.
One of my personal favorites is "Derek has a very deep relationship with a poster on its celling..." Yes I know. It screams DIRTY! Well...it does if your mind has been perverted from years in assigned seats. Also people, I didn't write that one, *didn't write most of them for that matter* Jon did. Jon oh Jon....how sick your mind is. "Whats on your poster Derek?" I had to ask, simply couldn't be helped. "I modeled for him!" Such a cleaver response from Jon, cleaver and wrong! WRONG WRONG WRONG! I believed he relized what he said soon after saying it...*Really really bad way to write a sentice there folks* and we all died with luaghter. Such a shame the pesky Algebra lesson was so loud! It made it difficult to talk.
Algebra Algebra Algebar...A class I'm struggeling in *this means I have low A* A class that gives too much homework, a class that rymes with Algernon. Algernon is the name of a rat in a sweet little sadly deprssing story intitled "Flowers for Algernon" Algernon is a mouse. Today Joey was doing a monaloge of Charlie *the main charicter* while hinting at sexual refrences toward the mouse. Wrong wrong. Where doI get these friends? Nevermind... I just rememberd I traded Laura to Derek for a erasier in Spanish...I"m just as bad as they are....*it was a yellow erasier*
Play practice was full of surprises. Well.....kinda...more like expected crazness. I do not remember how...but my script ended up on TOP of the band dug out. THIS IS LIKE A 9 FOOT DUG OUT PEOPLE! I can't reach that! Gee who can....Oh yes... Jon. Wonder who put it up there.....Jon. I did manage to get it down seeing as he had the forthought to put it low so I could stand on a chair and jump.
Tis really a shame I didn't have that thought. No, he's just went up. Far up I might add. And it just might have gone up in the middle of a scean.....that we were supposed to be quiet during... And Jon MIGHT of climbed the unsteady wooden wall leaning agaist the cage. Was a good idea but I kept thinking "IF he dies I'm going to be blamed...." Probably not what you should think when a friend is climbing a shakey board...
So the FBI dudes came in today and made us take a "Standerized test" *insurt scary music here* Only not all of us had to take it...it was "Randome" Pfft. I hate randome. I allways end up taking it. And low and behold I end up with the 2hr Math test! Yay for me!...oh thats pathedic. HOWEVER! I got out of spanish! OH YEAH! ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY OH YEAH!!!! Sereosly, that made my day. Not having spanish. There is a God after all.
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