It's a monday.

Today was okay for a Monday.

First hour we began filming thie first sketch which Brady is in, so it was just me and Evan talking quietly while they were filming.

And Pidgeon discovered Fuzzy.

Pidgeon is a sixth grader that walks pidgeon toed, hench the name and it's convinent for public Blogging, and has the loudest most annoying voice you will ever hear. She is in second hour ATC as well and always jumps the gun getting the answers wrong every time when someone on her team knows the answer (e.g. today, when she was on my team, Ak the Flatulent's Minions of Evil).
Fuzzy is a piece of a weed. It's name is more specifically Uncle Fuzzy. Fuzzy tells Pidgeon the answers, and Pidgeon shouts about this when she gets one right or wrong or anyone else gets one right or wrong.

This is annoying.

Tyrnee, a eigth grader on my team, took Fuzzy from Pidgeon and ripped it to shreds, tossing it in the trash can.
Pidgeon had a back up. She proclaimed that the real Fuzzy and denounced the grass in the trashcan. Things went back to the way they were until Mr. B gave up and took Fuzzy from Pidgeon, telling her weed is bad.
All was well until about the middle of the match Pidgeon began lamenting the loss of her beloved Fuzzy the Weed.
I left the room to take some ibueprofin and Brady came too. Brady was on the opposing team.
Well, we came back and finished the game. Brady's team, the People, I believe, won by about twenty points. We'd missed so many because of Pidgeon, we would've won if it weren't for her. I threw this out on the total score of Me vs. Brady.

Anway, that was third hour.
Second hour I got put on a called the--- I don't remember and got beat by Evan, but I wasn't feeling to good. There's this alien in my stomach and sometimes it gets angry and twists my intestines into knots. It was doing that this morning.
I just wish the stupid thing would hurry up and burst through my torso so it would cut this out. Chocolate and peanutbutter crackery things appease the alien.
Lunch I didn't do anything really. I had one of those deep conversations with Evan and watched Brady play B.Ball and beat Joey.
Brady doesn't beat Joey regualrly. Joey practices and Brady doesn't, he was so proud of himself beating Joey and then Joey turns around, throws the ball over his shoulder, and swishes it.
Kind of ruined it for him.
Last hour we made finger puppet and Brady, ever the difficult one, had to request sleeves on his finger's toga. I'm not making another sleeved finger-toga ever again.
I was working on my myspace again. That is time consuming! I'm thinking about having Brady do the html code for me. I'd try it myself, but I'm seriously lacking in html knowledge. I can put my links up on this site and that's jus' about it. Okay, back to whatever it is I was doing before I started blogging.
---Gravi-i-i-i-i-i-ity, don't let me down, Gravi-i-i-i-ity, oh, me, never let me down . . .