'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.