Myspace is time consuming.

I got my myspace pimped at last. Now it isn't so *blah*.
Okay Friday was only yesterday? Wow, seems longer than that.
Yesterday Brady didn't show up in the twilight time between and it was just me and Evan all day.
It was movie day or something like that and we would have had to do Areobics (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!NEVERNEVERNEVERAGAIN! notareobicsnotareobicsnotareobics...) if Mr. B hadn't recruted us to help him set up the projector. We lugged the screen over to the middle school and onto the stage where we screwed around with it, trying to get it set up. That screen is wierd to set up you have to pull the screen down then push the pole up instead of the otherway round. That was difficult. Then the DVD player wasn't working. It was cheap and wouldn't recognize the discs we put in, but Evan and I didn't care because they were going to make us watch that stupid Disney movie High School Musical. You've got to be kidding me. One of the teachers brought in another DVD player, however so we did end up watching that, but Evan had his iPod and I had Fillip, so we were good. (The word fillip means to snap one's fingers. I didn't know that until Evan told me.) That movie looked really stupid, I didn't hear much of it. We had to share popcorn, cause Mr. B totally missed me, but that's okay, too, because Evan doesn't really like popcorn. (He's such a freak.) Oh, speaking of freaks, check out the pic of him on myspace. C: He's the guy with the hat and the Pink Panther. Oh, and that's a spoon in his mouth, not a giant cigarette or something.
We went to the middle school gym after that stupid movie and listened to the iPod some more and chatted. That was it really.
Mr. B sent me the Thumb Movies. Their a bunch of parodies of big hit movies done with a bunch of thumbs. They did Thumb Wars, Thumbtanic, Frankenthumb, The Godthumb, and a few more. They're pretty funny.
That's it.
Today I've just got to go to a family reunion. That's my day. Fun, huh?
---It's hard to argue when you won't stop making sense, but my tongue still misbehaves and it keeps diggin' my own grave . . .