Day of Summerschool w/ Baldy

Today was good.
Evan was back and:
EVAN GOT HIS HAIR CHOPPED OFF!
Ohmigod, it looks awful. He's almost bald! His elf ears stick out! It is sad.
I think I may cry just thinking about it. :C
First hour we had to write a list of 25 things you wanted to do before you died. That was fun. Brady and I also told Evan to add the forum to favorites under ZM for Zebra Mussels.
Zebra Mussels can cut power and water to an enitre city. These fish eat the zebra mussels and go about their fishy business. Then an eagle eats the fish and the eagle isn't able to digest the zebra mussels the fish had eaten, so it dies. The eagels collect in the water collecting apperatus of a dam and block water flow causing the city to lose all hydroelectricity and water.
Mr. B said it so it must be true.
A.Team Conditioning is what it's called. Well, you have volleyball, basketball, and other types of conditioning, so why not A.Team.
We tried to play an official match, but we got yelled at when we pushed the rules to much. a-ha.
Last hour we acctually did some work. Brady got info, Evan joined our group and got pix, and I worked on putting it together on a slide show.
Brady's been posting a lot more on the quiz than he usually does because he has access to a school computer. His excuse is he doesn't have time.
I have a green dot on my forehead. Evan put it there.
When I got home, my mom decided to play with the video camera and now we're copying all of our tapes to the computer to edit them.
She's got the tape of me getting shot at, and is showing it to my grandma. X{ *urg*
Tommorrow Evan wanted to come over and play KHII because I won't let him borrow it.
---SCUBA TREE-EE-EEEE-EEEEEEEEEEZ!

Posting this early is a BAD IDEA.

Monday I didn't do anything. I hung at the house all day. Yay!
Tuesday was the first day of Summer School and only Brady showed. Apparently Evan was in Louisiana, but he should be back today.
First hour was fun. We had to write a little thing (the class was Creative Writing) and then Brady and I were on the forums the whole time.
Second and third hour is A.Team Practice for small children that don't know how, so Brady, Evan and I are taking that class to help Mrs.Social Studies Teacher learn how to moderate and play the game properly.
Lunch was nice. Liza stole food from her friends and shared it with me. :D I listened to Fillip and watched Brady beat Joey at basket ball. Joey's there for the conditioning.
Fourth hour was something like History Mysteries or something lame like that. But you get to research a mystery from history which is kinda cool.
Brady and I are doing the Great Escape from Alcatraz. He knows what we're doing I just work on the asthetics of the slide show we're supposed to be making. We didn't do any work yesterday. Well, he found the site he wanted, but I was on the Flaming Leprechaun forum.
SOME ONE IS IMPERSONATING ME! Whoever it is, is saying bad things about me and Haylee. They've been impersonating her too. I changed my name to something in German, so they can't remember how to spell it, but that doesn't mean they can't write it down or something.
It's getting bad. I'm postponing seeing what they've said by blogging.
Ah, well, time to go!
---HAM SLICE FOREVER!

Tan at last!

I went over to Jessica's house yesterday and we hung out most of the day. That was nice. We swam in Jess's nice pool and then laid out in the sun to dry and I picked up a nice tan after being white all winter. I love being able to tan so fast like that.
I finished The Blooding. I thought I had it all worked out (don't you hate it when they give you the whole story on that inside flap!), but it turned out to be a lot different then I had imagined. I like the character of Derek, even if he was . . . a little cruel, perhaps. Is that the word I'm looking for?
Nothing going on today. Ate lunch at Grandma's and now my mom's helping her mom put up pictures in that room we just redid.
Summer School starts Tuesday, but Evan might not be there 'till Wednesday because he could be in Louisiana. Oh, well, Brady and I got along just fine w/o him last time. I really hope Brady's there, if not, it's gonna be miserable for me. Maybe I just won't go on Tuesday? But that'd leave Brady by himself and we all said we were gonna go and he did let me draw that smiley face on his knee. That's a legally binding contract in Brady's world.
(Lalalala Brady's world, Brady's world,
Brady loves his dog,
his computer too,
that's Brady's world!)
Oh, Idk. I'll work it out and probably go. If he's late or doesn't show--- maybe that one girl, whatsername, will be there! The one with the aunt. Yeah. Hmm?
I wish I'd brought another book with me. *sigh*
"Winnie the Poe, Winnie the Poe,
He'll give arsenic to all of you,
He's Winnie the Poe, Winnie the Poe,
Hiding his little dagger!"
That's another one of Brady's songs. Let's see what else have we got? There was one about Greg doing the Cancan. Let's see if I can remember it.
"Greg, he loves to do the cancan,
Loves to do it everyday,
But he thinks he's cool,
Because he is the Trumpinator . . ."
There was more, but that's all I can remember. It doesn't exactly fit, but it's pretty good.
There was the ever popular Wisconsin Song! But I can only remember the last line.
"And that's where I got my American,
Way down in Wisconsin."
---And we were dum-dum-dumber than the dir-dir-dirt on the ground . . .

Home improvement/ Lybrari Run

We redid my grandma's living room since I last posted. It took all of that time.
The first day we spent peeling the thousands of layers of wallpaper off her walls so we could paint because we couldn't just paint over. There were some interesting things under that wallpaper. Two of her walls are actually plaster.
The second day we mudded the walls for texture, and the third day we did this complicated painting technique that ended up looking a bit like terracota.
Today I get to stay home and not get dressed. Well, unless Evan calls and wants to do something for the Friday Ritual, but if he doesn't call I'm not gonna bother.
My cat is the spawn of satan. Ak's so cute and sweet up until the point he tries to gore you with his needle claws.
I should probably go do something productive, like the dishes or something, huh? I really have nothing else to say, but I don't want to get up. Oh! I know!

Lybrari Run
Hynric sat up quickly, hit his head on the low ceiling above him, and bounced back. He sat up more slowly this time.
The square watch on his wrist said three. He sighed.
He'd had the dream again. The one with the Lybrari and that skinny guy with the glasses.
He climbed out of his bed suspended from the ceiling, deciding to do something about it this time. His watchdragon Mr.Wobbly looked pleadingly at him as he walked past to his closet.
Hynric wrapped his sleeveless tunic around himself and tied it tight with his belt. The dragon had followed him.
He patted it on the head as he walked out to the stairs, grabbing the crowbar he hid behind the door on the way out. The dragon kept following, curling its slender body around his ankels.
Hynric tripped on Mr.Wobbly and fell down the stairs to the next landing. He flicked the dragon's tender nose and told it to go back to his room. It slunk up the stairs and closed the door behind it. Hynric stood up and shook his head. He walked out to to the street.
The white street was empty this time of night, even for the district he lived in. The white buildings on either side moved slightly in the cool night breeze. He walked toward the large imposing square building down the street a few blocks. The windows were dark, there was no guard dragon as on other buildings of it's stature, the doors were black wood with a large iron knocker in the middle of one.
Hynric reached the building in few minutes and reached for the ring of the knocker. The face the knocker was fashioned to resemble was twisted in a look of hate and malice, it snapped at him, nearly dropping the ring in its fangs.
Hynric pulled his hand back quickly and glared at it.
It glared back.
Hynric brandished the crowbar at it. The knocker gave him a defiant look. He hit it. It winced and froze. Hynric knocked on the forbidding black doors.
The echos faded and the door swung open soundlessly.
Hynric looked mildly surprised and peered inside. The thin shaft of moonlight he'd let in illuminated a few feet of black and white marbel tile just inside the door, beyond that was blackness.
He hefted the crowbar and stepped inside. The door slammed slammed shut behind him.
Hynric stood with his back pressed the closed door for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the weak moonlight that streamed through the dirty windows.
He saw a round desk in front of him piled high with books. A litte silver bell sat in a pool of moonlight at the front of the desk.
Hynric walked through the thick dust on the floor to the desk and tentatively tapped the button on top of the bell.
The clear bright sound rang through the echoing silence. Hynric listened for something, anythingn that suggested he'd get a reply. He knew he wouldn't. This was the Lybrari of the Dead. In the Lybrari the monstrosties that couldn't die, that lived half lives, that were dangers to society were kept entombed here with the quietly dying knowledge that was contained in the books that would never again be read.
He turned away and walked back to the door.
"Yes?" asked a voice behind him.
He whirled around with his crowbar at the ready.
"How may I help you?" asked a tall thin pale man behind the counter. His jacket was gray, with patches on the elbows and frays at the seams. The turtleneck he wore under it was a lighter gray. His eyes gleamed over the halfmoon specticals he wore near the end of his sharp nose. His hair was longish. It brushed the collar of his jacket and fell over one of his eyes.
"You . . ." Hynric murmured.
"Yes, me. I am the Lybrarian. Do you need anything or are you just browsing? Although, I warn you, browsing is discouraged due to the inhabitants. Unless, of course, you are dead."
"Dead?"
"Yes, boy. Are you of the among the living, or have you joined the ranks of the undead?"
"I--- I--- I'm alive."
"I though so, you still look like you'd have some blood in you, but at this rate you shan't for long. Now, what do you need?"
"I need a--- book."
"One would think that's why you'd come to the Lybrari. Could you be more specific, perhaps?"
"I don't know what book it is."
"What's it about? Hurry, you're attracting all kinds of unwanted attention with that heartbeat of yours."
"I don't know, just--- surprise me."
"Right." The man dissapeared.
He whirled around and pressed his back to the desk, his crowbar held high. He could've sworn he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. There was nothing but shadows.
Someone laughed and he felt a hand on his throat, then it was gone.
"Here you are," the Lybrarian said from behind him.
Hynric turned to him warily. "Was that you?" he asked.
"No. Take the book and go. Quickly. Good---" he looked at Hynric's watch, "Morning, sir."
Hynric walked away from the desk and the distance between the door and the desk seemed to stretch to infinity.
He forced himself to walk calmly, slowly to the door, but then he felt that touch on his neck and ran. He hit the black doors, but they wouldn't open. He pounded on them and shouted for help.
"Oh, dear," said the Lybrarian's voice from behind him. "Is it jammed again?"
Hynric stood up, embarrassed.
The Lybrarian fiddled with the knob for a moment, then gave the door a solid kick. It swung open easily.
"There you are," he said and gestured to the night outside and gave Hynric a toothy smile. The Lybrarian's fangs shone in the sliver moonlight
Hynric stuttered a thank you and left hastily.
He walked quickly down the street, book in one hand, crowbar in the other, back to his apartment.
Mr. Wobbly was waiting for him at the door. Hynric shook as he locked the door behind him.
He sat on the couch under his bed and looked at the book as Mr.Wobbly slithered up on the cusion next to him.
It was a book called The Fancy Feeding and Extordinary Care of Watchdragons.
Hynric looked at Mr. Wobbly.
Mr. Wobbly smiled up at him.

---"Dear sir, do you remember me? I'm the one that picked the apple tree."

Nuuuuuhhhhhhhhh...

I feel like a zombie (hence the "Nuuuuuhhhhhhhhh..." as the title). I couldn't sleep last night, so I tried to read until I could. That didn't work and I ended up just satting in the dark and listening to the CD spin around in the player until I fell asleep at one or one thrity. And today I'm supposed to get up early to help my grandma remove ugly brown wallpaper. Lovely.
Hmm, nothing happened yesterday. Went to the library and got more books. Around sixteen of them I beleive.
Mostly Harmless, Thud!, The Blooding, Bloodline, The Earth Song, The Wing and the Wall, um . . . I don't remember any more right now.
I. Am. SOOOOOOOOOOO. Tired.
Oh, and I bought Kingdom Hearts II, but I haven't got to play it much because Liza is hogging the PS2. *sigh that sounds like a death rattle coming from the lifeless lips of the corpse and filling the air with the stench of rotting flesh*
In all probablitily today is going to be a nasty day.
---Brrrrrrraaaaaaaiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnsssssssss!

How long this time?

When did I last post? Thursday? Maybe?
Well, whatever.
Friday was only two hours long (to make the state happy) and Evan and I hung out w/ Mr. B the whole time. He sent us notes to our first hour teachers so we could stay in his room for first hour and put us to work finding missing text books. Second hour we stayed in Mr. B's room w/ his second hour class. I listened to Fillip the whole hour.
Then I went home and . . . did stuff, I suppose. I don't remember.
I'm now officially a freshman! Whoo-hoo, I guess.
I went over to Taylor's new house yesterday. He has a cave. I went in the big one that's on the property with a group tour in a class I had at the local college. We went in the little cave though, because the big one has a gate on it.
The little one was still cool though. We saw a few furry brown bats and a raccoon carcass. The corpse was fresh and it smelled awful. We had to get out of there though because the only flashlight we had started to flicker.
That's pretty much it for now. That's going to be pretty much it for a few weeks. What is today anyway?
---"We'll call him Pepper!" "Pepper?" "Because he really spiced up our lives!"

Last Full Day!

Today was the last full day of school.
In FACS we watched some taped food network shows.
In Algebra we did those little tangram puzzle and I suck at them. Evan was really good at them and the teacher told him he couldn't win anymore.
In Gym we had to go to the teacher's other room and do nothing. I was feeling tired and rather depressed anyway and then Mr. B popped in and took Evan, my only chance for cheeringupiness, away. But I think Evan said something about it because in about ten seconds Mr. B came back and took me too. Evan and I played against 6 of the sevies in his class and we kicked their butts! Then Mr. B put us on different teams and I kicked Evan's butt by about 50 or 60 points. I cheered up a bit.
We had cake for graduation (provided by Student Senate) in Advisory. It had the good whipped cream icing on it too, even if it was just white cake.
We had more A. Team practice in English, but it was a little chaotic because Mr. B had Ethan (A. Team manager) moderate instead of himself because he had stuff to do. It was me, Evan, Brady, and Potter on a team vs. four other people. We were winning when Haylee poked her head in and told Evan and I to come with her. This was odd because Haylee doesn't like me and I wondered why she needed me. Sara and Haylee were putting together a picture for Mr. B that we would all sign. It had quotes around the edges as a border. Stuff like "Ray Bradbury!" and "The Crane Train!" and other inside jokes. Brady had made this picture in Paint with the A. Team logo from the show, a picture of Pinocchio, a train, and a couple other significant things on it. Everybody signed it.
In Science we were taken outside to do this demonstration with environmental capacity and deer. It was pretty stupid and we soon got sent back upstairs because we "Ruined the whole activity for yourselves." Hey, that was fine with me. I listened to Wolfmother and watched the people around me for a bit.
In Reading I did the same thing, only Evan sat next to me and tried to nap half the time. We had a disscusion about the evils of country music and the cranky old people biased against rock(namely the teacher).

After Reading there was an awards assembly and I got some stuff for honor roll and such. We gave Mr. B his picture and a bouncy ball with a spider in it and a strawberry shortcake pencil that Evan used in one of our matches. He said he would mount the pencil on his wall. Oh, and turns out Bob school sent a medal for individual pointage for individual teams to them and I got the most points on our team! I beat Evan! HA!

Nothing going on tonight that's special. Gonna eat pasta and watch AeonFlux.

--- Put on your dancin' shoes, ya' sexy little swine . . .

Cave Tourist Trap

I had graduation now. I am no officially a freshman.
Let High School Hell begin.
Friday is the last day of school and it's only two hours long.
Graduation was boring and hot. I was wearing stiletto heels and a black pinstripe suit with a bright blue shirt. The suit was lined. Wow. The ceremony was only an hour long, thank god. There was a slide show for thanking your parents and stuff for getting you through these last four years and I thanked my friends, family, and Cheeze. I got AWESOME new head phones(Koss *angelic choir*) and set of pearls. Along with $30 total from various family members.
Today was the field trip for seveys and us. We went to this tourist cave (I picked the whole thing apart the whole time. The sheer touristiness of it all disgusted me.) the park nearby for lunch (Called Living Memorial Park. It's for zombies mainly.) and then to the nature center to walk the trails there.
The park was nice. I sat under a tree (Evan named it Alexandrios) and listened to Fillip, my mp3 player. He's just a lowly RCA Lyra, but he's better than Nigel II, Taylor's Lyra. I listened to my newly transferred new CDs and watched some people play volleyball. Taylor sprained his wrist from something. I thought Evan had something to do with it, but I'm not sure. Ball, people chasing him, Evan there, Taylor on ground wincing and holding wrist; this is what I got.
Nature center was okay. We wandered around the exhibits inside for a bit, then a bunch of people, including Taylor, Evan, and I, went for a walk on the trails with Mr. B. It would have been really cool except for my leg. It was swollen and angry looking and it hurt when we were done.
It was all alright, except that it was just me hanging out with Taylor most of the time. Brady and Evan were hanging out with other people and Evan just totally acted like he would rather hang out with someone else the whole time. I told him "Fine, you can. I'm in a good mood and Taylor's my friend," and he got all sad looking and walked off anyway.
*Sigh*
Fillip is my friend, too. He comforts me. We had a lunchable named Alan Goathug until Mr. B ate it. Evan and I then chanted "His name is Alan Goathug," in true Project Mayhem style.
The new CD's I got:
Snow Patrol's Eyes Open
The Wolfmother CD (US version)
Dog's Die in Hot Cars's Please Discribe Yourself
Artic Monkeys's Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not
They're all pretty good, but I really like the Artic Monkeys.
---I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you 'cause I have to...

What is this day? Sunday?

yeah, that sounds right. Slept in, well, tried. Stupid sunlight came into my room and kept waking me up.
It's Mother's Day today. I got my mom a shirt. It was orange and stripey and shiney. Not much going on.
Watched Survivor. I was rootin' for Aras. w00t! Go Yoga man!
I liked Shane too. He was nutz. His blueberry episode was hil-ar-ious. So was the one with his chafing issues.
Bruce was good too. Bruce Lee the kung-fu art teacher!
Oh, this is a little sad.
My scabby hole in my leg was looking particularly nasty this morning. The bandaid had kept the moisture in and the scab had turned into this green goo stuff. It was sick. I put the guaze and bandage back on because they breathe better and it solidified back up into a lovely red scab. It was a beautiful metimorphosis, like disgusting ooze from someone's head that's just been blown off turns into oozing snot, . . . kind of a catterpillar to butterfly type thing.
Ah, yes, the wonders of the human scab.
--- I'm gonna be Going Postal for a bit, now, m'kay?

Elf shoes are dangerous

Yesterday night was okay.
Went to the library as you know. Had algebra to work on and Evan helped me w/ that, but I didn't get it so, yeah, it didn't get finished. I got home and BEAT EVAN AT DIGDUG! Let the world hear this:

I BEAT EVAN AT DIGDUG!

Yes, I am totally awesome and cool and superior. He doesn't want to admit it, but I did. Sadly the game froze up before we could truely finish, but hey, we were three stages away and who cares? The least he could've done was tied.
I beat him at PacMan and Galaga too. So :P on him. C:
I got irratated with him afterwards and I don't know why. I realized this when I started cleaning. I clean when I'm agatated. Idk why. I then shut myself in my room to try to figure out why, but it didn't help. Liza interrupted my meditations. I was mad at myself because I was mad at him for no good reason.
Yeah, go figure. He probably thinks I'm still mad at him. I should call and explain. I say I should, but will I? Not likely.
I went to get a haircut and things like that before graduation. I got my hair--- oh, what was the term she used?--- stacked, yeah, stacked in the back coming down in a curve to my jaw line. I itch from the hair all over me. I got my makeup done too. It looks okay, but I have to tan up to my normal complextion before the base will blend properly, and this thing is tuesday.
*Sigh* My eyelashes keep getting stuck together with this mascara.
I got some better shoes for my suit. They're elf shoes. I could impale some one on these shoes, seriously. Hi-ya!
"Swish, swish, click, click, swish, swish, click; swish, click, swish, swish, click, click, click,--- oh, I am slain!"
---Hang 'Em High then It's Not a Fashison Statement, It's a Deathwish

Gimpy here, minus the crutches

Yesterday, lea-see, I didn't do much of anything. My new game of Destroy All Humans which I was playing w/o saving because Taylor has my memory card froze up and I had to turn it off. Yesterday afternoon I went to this A.Team thing where we watched a few thumb moives. I think we watched Thumb Wars, Frankenthumb, Bat Thumb, and half of Thumbtanic. I had to gimp up the stairs at school. I was really worn out from those stairs. Afterwards I had to go to a stupid program my sister sang at. She didn't even want to be there. Evan had to stay too, and he sat w/ me. Taylor was there as well, but he was too cool for us.
Went to the Dr.'s today. Dr. said I could get off the crutches and stop taking my antibiotics in a couple days. I have to take ibuprofean now, though. My knee kinda hurts where he poked it. Other than that, I'm good. The hole in my leg is purple and pink and red and yellow and kinda brownish. It's beautiful.
For the Friday ritual today we're going to eat Chinese and go the library because we're wild and crazy party people. Right. I'm gonna go back to my couch, maybe play some vidgames, or whatever.
---KOOP.

ouch.

I missed a lot of days but that's okay because ain't nothin much goin on for a little while.
let's see.
Wow, longtime.
Saturday:
Went shopping for suit for graduation. Got pinstripe jacket, black slacks ("when you're in black slacks with excentuating off-white pinstripes, whoa-oh, every-thing goes ac-cording to plan!") and a bright blue shirt. I'm wondering if i should wear a tie.
Sunday: went to see B and had Mark's potato, sausage, thingy. I picked out the sausage, but it was still good.
Monday:
Nothing much. Went to library after school got The Truth, Nightmare at 20,000 Feet, Going Postal, and The Goodness Gene. I've got a big stack of books to read while I'm confined to the house.
Tuesday:
This is the good one. The really good one. Went to school.
Ate cookies in FACS.
Did something with factoring in Alg.
Played soccer in gym.
Watched Mr. B work the Cassie in Advisory.
Watched the VCN that Mr. B was working on in advisory during English.
Did review in science.
Read.
Did reveiw in S.S.
Big deal, right?
Okay here's the good bit, the stupid bit, the passing out and babbling bit.
Went over to Evan's to film some Scuba Tree stuff and we decided we'd do a sort of william tell thing. Stupid bit starts right here.
First one. Evan shot way over me from about ten feet away.
Second one. Taylor shot the round bale they practice with while I stood next to it and filmed. Or did we acctually do that? Maybe not.
Third one. We thought it would be cool to have Evan filming Taylor shooting the haybale while I sat on it. We did it once on film, then I wasn't paying attention and Taylor shot again.
ONLY he missed the hay bale.
Twisss-THUNK! I pulled the arrow that had magically appeared out of my leg (blunt tipped practice arrow) and tried to figure out why he'd made a hole in my pants. Then I saw the blood.
I got off the round bale and said somehting like "Oh, god . . ." before I started going into shock.
Evan's dad and someone, Taylor or Evan, maybe? helped me limp to the bench.
Evan was sent inside to call 911, but it didn't look that bad, so Liza told him not to. I couldn't hear, it felt like I had this thing over the back of my head covering my ears, there was this ringing sound and I coudn't see very much. The world sort of faded into the little blue veins in my eyeballs and I just wanted to pass out, but taylor wouldn't let me. He kept say "No, Ashley, stay awake. Passing out is bad. Don't pass out. Stay Awake." I was babbling incoherently and I kept saying, "It was my fault. I'm stupid, so stupid. It was my fault." I grabbed Evan's hand sometime and pressed it to my forehead because it felt so cool. They said my face and lips were white. That's not good.
Evan's mom got called, she's a nurse, and my parents got called. I had to change into some of Evan's shorts (way too small across the hips!) and try to keep it straight. I hope my dad can get the blood out of those for him.
Taylor felt SOOOO horrible. I felt really bad for him. I think I even tried to cry about it at one point. He stayed outside for an hour just walking in circles, he was so freaked.
My mom drove me to the walk-in clinic, but they said an X-ray might have to be done and they didn't have the stuff so I got driven to the ER. The hole wasn't bleeding that much at all.
I was the best one the ER'd had all day, I was told. Shot with an arrow in the leg by your best friend. Yeah.
I got asked the same questions a lot and I got wheeled from room to room in a wheel chair we'd borrowed. Until I got to a cool room with a TV and a bed. I got on the bed and a doctor came in to ask me more questions I'd already answered. He told me he had to clean the wound and we could do it two ways. With numbing shots or without. With the shots it would take longer, we'd have to wait for the shots to take effect and then wait to see if I had a reaction to them, but the other way was sick the thing in give it a twist ("a flick of the wrist . . .") and yank it out.
I picked that one.
Just writing about this makes the hole hurt.
I had to get my tetnus shot because the arrow had been in the hay and the dirt before it went in me, and Evan's house it a bit of a farm setting. At least that didn't hurt. My arm's a little stiff this morning, but not bad.
I called Evan, Jessica, and Taylor to tell them what was up. Evan was fine, he was worried, but fine. Taylor wasn't freaking out as bad as Evan said, and he was okay with it, although he doesn't want anyone to know he shot me. I couldn't get a hold of Jessica, but I emailed her.
I had to sleep on the upstairs couch instead of in my room, because I can't handled the stairs with my crutches.
Ak and Poe crawled all over me and slept on me and the storm woke me up. Evan did a good job with the rain today though, cheered me up a little. The storm was awesome. There was hail and lightning and wind and lots of rain. I'm gonna be hangin at the house at least until Friday, when I have to go to see the doctor and have him see if I'm infected. Dear god, I hope not! That would suck!
---Gimpy

Hello, again.

Wednesday . . . Wednesday . . . Wednesday? What happened Wednesday? Idk. Nothing special apparently.
Thursday? Thursday we scheduled for high school. That was pure evil. Art 1, the one class I had my wee lil' heart set on was full of seniors who just needed filler classes that they could blow off. But Mr. S is awesome and he put me in the class anyway. He did the same for Evan and Haylee. I'm just glad Evan's in it because he's much better at socializing than me. I told him I needed him to protect me from the scary seniors. Ha, ha.
I ended up taking Bio1 and Art1 as electives. I have like three classes with Evan and none with Brady. I think I have a couple with Greg, but he's not very exciting.
I went to Evan's house to help him make some rings out of the forks I'd given him that morning. I totally suck at it. I shot an arrow. That was kinda fun, but looking for it isn't. Evan was mad at me for a bit, but I'm not sure why and he won't tell me. He just says he was in a bad mood.
Today:
We had these crackery things in FACS, those were good.
Algebra was boring.
We played Survivor in Gym and that was kinda fun.
Advisory I went over to the Art room and worked on my Evil Eye thing.
English we finished Flowers for Algernon, the short story. We won the DOL game again by three points! Oh, yeah! There's a DOL game on the back board in English and your class gets turns based on how well you did on the DOL on the board. If you don't have a DOL it's based on behavior.
Science was boring. I didn't get to hide in the back corner like I did yesterday. I hid in the back corner where Evan sits on the radiator with the podeum. I was invisibible in the back corner with the forgotten tupperware, potting dirt, old gum, and Evan. We were learning about the digestive system. God, I hate anatomy. Which is why I'm taking Bio1, right?
The reading teacher was gone with the fifth and sixth graders on their feildtrip so we had to go to Mrs. Gymteacher's room with the spiky haired substitute and wait to be dissmissed to this activity day thingy.
It was kinda fun. We got the gym and didn't have to share it with the fifth and sixlets. We played dodge ball for the last hour and fifteen minutes of school. Well, I didn't play but once. Evan wasn't feelin so good and Taylor stole my glasses so I hung out in the bleachers with Evan most of the time. I had to buy him a pop to get him to cheer up.
He kneed me in the eye. I was sitting in the gap between the seat and the next one up, you know, and Evan was sitting on the seat above me. He had this spot on his shoe I kept trying to get off and I didn't realize it was Sharpie and he moved his foot and kneed me in the eye. I was telling people he beat me up.
---gonna go get fud be back and post. bye!

'Ello, 'ello, 'ello!

I'll start with today first and make you wait to hear about what happened yesterday.
First hour all of us were dragged to a big thingy where the existing memebers told us about how fun it is to be in FFA and to join next year. That was fun. We did get pop and a cookie out of it, even if we didn't get to do the planned lab in FACS.
Second hour was Algebra, yay for multiplying polynomials.
Third hour we played football and I wore my new shorts. Football wasn't bad, it was flag of course because this is co-ed gym, and I didn't acctually get anyone or catch a ball, or even get the ball passed to me, I played. I participated. That's good, right?
Advisory we cleaned up the stage for this thing the kindergarten or preschool or something is doing and it looked sad and empty without our trash and buzzers and Mr. B's prize box and stuff there. We even put the tables and chairs away. (We practice for A.Team on the stage.
From the end of lunch through half of English we got a talk from the counselor on making class selections for next year and to keep the little book she gave you and fill this out and get your parents to sign it. Almost a freshman.
We've decided by majority that we're taking Art1 and Biology or Earth Science. We're thinking Biology at this point. Well, me and Evan are taking Art1 and possibly Bio. Brady has one of his electives as Band, and he can't decide to go with us or take Spanish1 and get it over with.
In the last half of English Mr. B read us funny headlines from newspapers. I only remember this one "Death Ends Fun." It's kind of morbid, I like it. :D
Um, science pretty much sucked. We're doing the muscles now. Wee.
Read for seventh. Omigod, I just finished Fight Club like thirty minutes ago and it is one of the most awesome books you will ever read! If you've seen the movie it's still worth the time and it's not very long, but it is so . . . I don't know . . . just read it.
Social studies was real wonderful too.
I'm going to miss Taylor, even if he is short, blonde, annoying, and Italian. His house got squished by the tornado and now he's moving to a different city.
Okay, on to the piece de resistance . . . yesterday!
We stopped to get food on the way to --- I'll call the town Bob--- and everyone wants to go to a combo KFC and Long John Sliver's for fud. I hate 'em both. I wanted Taco Bill. So did Evan. Mr. B took us to the Booger King next to the KFSilvers for our food and we all got crowns. Brady wore mine upside down most of the time. We got to Bob school, but we were way early so we went down to a convienient store place on the corner to get some stuff.
Mr.B met an old friend there that was driving the Lil' Debbie truck and he hooked us up with some Honey Bunz.
Skip to first match of tournement. We have got the awesomest moderator on the face of the planet. He had a stubby Starwars tie, black baggy pants with blue stitches and black buttons, chains, and such, black and blue skate shoes (couldn't tell what brand through the legs of his pants) and a beard. If you got one right he was all like, "Yeah . . . sure," and he was totally laid back about the whole thing. We got a popular music bonus question and he made this face like he was going to throw up.
"Who performs the song . . . oh my god . . . Holiday?"
I buzz in and say Green Day.
He makes a face, "What about . . . *gags* Dance, Dance?"
I say Fall Out Boy.
Next "Oh, I don't even want to say this . . . Every Time We Touch?"
I wrikled my nose and looked at my teamates. They shrug so I let it slide.
"Wrong," It goes to the other team and they throw out a guess, "Wrong again."
Then he asks about another song title, "Are you sure this is popular?" he asks.
After that round he starts calling me Emo Chick because we didn't have name plates. I was the Emo Chick. After we won I was passing chocolate out from the stash in my purse and the guy waves to me and says "Hook me up, Emo Chick." I toss him a carmal egg. He looks at it. "Dude, sweet!"
We were in the same room for the next match and the other team had just given a borderline answer the moderator was himming and hawwing over whether to give it to them and he says, "I'm more inclined to give it to the other team because they have that Emo Chick."
I laughed.
No one else liked him. The mothers in the back were complaining the whole time and Mr. B likes a quick efficient match and this guy was niether quick nor effectient. The rest of the team could hardly understand him because he had this tired sort of "Hmm, whatever, *yawn*" voice.
Ah, well.
We played six matches maybe, 2 w/ cool guy, one with guy in Evan's Dublin shirt, one or two with the Koon guy. (KOOP) okay maybe four or five matches, but anyway, Bob came in first with O in second and us in third. WE ALWAYS COME IN SECOND. There is no third. Never. Bob's team rigged it. They got a bye game (a no-play game) and that counts as a win in their books, but they did it by average points not by win and they only divided their score by three whereas everyone else had their score divided by three and they won with an average of like 22o or something outrageous like that. We really came in second, so poo on Bob.
None of our players got anything in the individulal points thingy either, but that just proves that we are a team not a single player.
On the ride home we come up with this idea to do a show, a stream of conciousness, Monty Python crossed with Conen style thing. It's called Scuba Trees. Brady came up with that. We've got some good material and I'm going to have Evan come over and brainstorm with me for a bit today, but not for long since it's already seven. Would he hurry up?!? Maybe we'll run through some stuff on camera, too, sound tests and such. Yeah, yeah. . .
---I am Joe's Dialated Pupils.