Brouhaha

I just wanted to use that word.
Dude, not a single thing going on today. We Standarize tested for a full frippin three hours. Guess how many questions there were on this section of the test.

Five.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, and whopping five. We took THREE HOURS to do FIVE QUESTIONS. This just bothers me.
Lunch was fun. Brady and I sat across from each other and deflated Evan's ego a bit. He didn't look amused, but most of what we said has some basis somewhere, whether hugely exaggerated or not.
In English I was being bitter about the fact that he's little Mr. Perfect and everyone loves Evan(unless he's at home). And Mr. B apparently overheard because when he sent Evan to go get the whatever from the library he said, "Evan go get the tapes for me since everyone likes you." We voted on these videos to watch, they were all remakes of books of course, and we pick the one Evan didn't get. So Mr. B sends him back but says, "Take Ashley with you since some people like her, too."
Science sucked. I went in the back and distracted Evan while he was trying to read and did the stupid worksheet the teacher gave us.
Reading was boring and cold. The AC has been on in most classrooms and that's nice, but not when you sit right in front of it. I could hardly read Talyor's book, I was so cold.
Right same as yesterday in S.S. Real great huh?
Did I write about yesterday night? I don't think I did. I must check.

No I didn't. I shall:
Went over to Evan's to help with the forks. Didn't actually do any forks though. Ah, well. Taylor and Landon played with fire while Evan and I were trying to figure out exactly what it is that you use in the Flame Game. We tried shaving cream, not flammable, hair spritz, slightly flammable, and WD40, VERY flammable.
We weren't actually playing the Flame Game, we were trying to use it as an art form. It didn't work so well. It's gonna involve white paint next time I go over. We went out to the junk pile to look for stuff to dismember or otherwise maim. It was fun, but Taylor and Evan managed to get me up on a big rusty tipped over something-tank. That was an ordeal in new tight pants. Then they wanted me to "just slide off." Yeah, right, this is me you're talking to. I slid off on my butt slowly and if Evan hadn't been right there I probably would have fallen off the tractor that was next to the whatevertank.
I'm the fat kid of the group. Taylor's about as big around as a straw, and Evan just has high metabolism. Me on the other hand: no athletic ability, not much strength to speak of, even less coordination. Evan says I'm being to hard on myself, but I can't even get to the roof without trying to kill myself.
No. Stop. I'm gonna go off onna nother speel. :I' Zip the lip and get me offa my soap box.
ANY-way, Taylor is building himself a scythe because I let him read Reaper Man.
Oh, yeah, and Evan flipped the 4-wheeler. That was smooth. Right on it's side and he'd just pulled out of the garage thing. Apparently that was the first time he'd done that. It was kinda fun acctually. That was pretty much it. Real exciting I no. I'm gonna go write some piffle.
Oh, and if anyone knows what you're really suposed to use in the Flame Game, could you post it?
--- I luv Ralph