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I forgot to blog yesterday so I'll do it now because I won't have a chance this after noon. The guys are coming over to do some Scuba Trees stuff and I'll have better things to do. This is just to catch up, I imagine I'll blog again some time today or maybe tomorrow afternoon.
Yesterday:
First hour we had to write the craziest/scariest/somethingest dream we ever had. I wrote one of my tamer dreams that I'll tell people and cut it down to half page size, called it good.
Brady wrote a sort of lymric-y thing that was about a man from nantucket, but not that man from nantucket. This one just lived in a big silver bucket, thank you. I don't want to tell Brady the real thing or he might take it and run with it sometime. That would have some interesting results. Okay let's see, I think it went:
There once was a man from Nantucket, and he lived in a big silver bucket. One day he won the lottery and took a class on pottery. And the Pilsbury doughboy went gangsta and marketed only Reese's Peanutbutter Cups or "Gangsta Bizcuts". When you push his bellybutton he says "What up, dog."
That was Brady's dream. He made that up, but whatever.
Um, ATC was just as exciting as ever. No news of real import on entertainment value.
Oh, wait! MR.B WILL BE BACK TOMORROW! Mr. B will be there tomorrow and we'll have him three hours of the four hour day! (We didn't take last hour because it's Remedial English and he actually has to teach in there.)
Then at lunch Brady and I commentated on the pink soccer game that has no point that takes place every day right in front of where we sit in the gym. We had names for everyone. Mr. Chubz, NotLaserLemon, Mr. Tootles, Tomgirl, NotSoObserventOne, Wolfie, Brownie the Ballhog, The One Armed Bandit, and Carface, um, there were more, but I can't really remember them. I tried to get Brady to change the ones he made up because he's a little harsher than I was. I did convince him to let me call this one kid Mr. Tootles because he was calling him not nice things. He was really the only one that was not nice like that. The rest of them were kind of stupid and about the hats or shirts they were wearing. NotLaserLemon was wearing a highlighter people shirt.
Last hour I checked up on the Piwer Pinte Presentahtion and found out Evan had been playing with the animation or something so I had to go through and fix it all. Oh, and Brady and I got ourselves restricted from the forum for a bit. We were posting so frequently and so fast (We were posting the word "Ach!" over and over and over) that it thought we were spammers and kicked us off. Brady the "Web Master" got kicked off his own site!
Oh Evan'll be back today. Talked to him on the phone yesterday. Sounds like he had a great time. He said he didn't get any sleep at all and he kept getting blood all over everything from his nose because it's so dry up there.
I asked him if he had a piece of broccoli up it. (He did that once. Put a piece of broccoli in his nose and gave himself a bloody nose.) He said no he didn't thank you very much.
---You can swap jumpers an' make another move, but he still don' let ya through. 'Ee puts 'is hand on your chest. 'Ee wants t' give you a talk. Secretly I think he wants you all ta kick off . . .