Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!

This is going to be off. I wrote a post for the day before yesterday, but it's on the other computer and I don't know if I can get to it. It's the one about Mr.B. I think if I just use the jump drive I can get it. Hold on. Oh, but then I'll have to close that word doc. Well, whatever.
Here's the blog that supposed to be from yesterday:

Hmm, blogger’s being weird today so I’m typing this on word to send to blogger via email or summin’.
Yesterday Mr.B was back! w00t! First hour we had was multimedia/drama with him, then two hours of ATC, same as the last two weeks. Then last hour we took Greek Mythology with Mrs. Catlady. We’re going to present our myth with finger puppets! :D
Anyway in first hour we hiked over to the middle school and watched the stuff from last year to get the new kids familiar with what you do in that class and that was it.
ATC was way more fun with Mr.B. He split us into random teams. I was on a team with Evan in first hour (The Screeching Penguins) and a team with Brady in second hour (The Schizophrenic Goldphysh [Eat the flake. Don’t eat the flake! Eat the flake! Don’t eat the flake!]).
Evan and I didn’t get to play first hour, but the Chickshabobs beat the Chix in a long round. Second hour The Schizo Goldphysh beat the Mini Men (Evan’s team).
At lunch we were bored. That’s what we did. Sat and talked about how bored we were. We’ve decided to have Evan smuggle his PS2 in today.
In Greek Mythology we’re getting assigned a myth and we have to present it somehow. We’re doing finger puppets! I like finger puppets! “It’s a puppet show. It’s wacky! I love it.”
Yesterday afternoon I watched a movie and then tried to take a nap only to be awakened to eat hotdogs as soon as I finally get to sleep. That wasn’t very nice.
---Close, but no potato.

And that was that.
The real yesterday was Thursday.
Thursday:
First hour we disscused what we'd be doing in drama. What we'd be filming and stuff.
ATC Evan and I on the Penguins got beaten by Brady after beating the Crazy Llamas (formerly the Chickshabobs). We were off our game jeez. I can't believe two to one Brady beat us by only ten or twenty points.
Then second hour of ATC Brady and I played and beat one of the other teams I don't remember which. The Cardboards maybe? Or was it the Chickens? Well, we beat 'em.
"Strike fast, bite hard," Brady said.
"We're goldphysh not cobras," I told him. "Strike fast, nibble hard."
I listened to Phillip most of the hour until it was our turn to play at the end there.
In lunch we sat around with our various mp3 players plugged into our heads and Evan read his comic book while I read a graphic novel he'd pulled out of his bag and said I might like. It was acctually pretty good. I don't read a lot of that stuff. Usually only what he passes to me when he's done with, but never comic books, always graphic novels.
In Greek Mythology we got assigned the myth of Athena and Aracnae and started making little clothes for our fingers. Evan's the only one with a little toga so far. Brady's got half a toga.
I went home and had to go into town with my mom to her campus to try out her Cheese slide show. It was pretty good. She'd clipped bits of Cheese and had them play or loop through out the slide show.
I was really tired.
We went to the house of this lady that my grandpa had been working with on this genology he's into and had dinner with some of her relatives, but because it's geneology they're our relatives too I suppose.
I got a bunch of CD's from Evan:
Modest Mouse's The Moon and Antarctica
A bunch of Flaming Lips stuff
A Perfect Circle's Mer De Noms
Franz Ferdinand's You Could Have It So Much Better
I really want his old Queens of the Stone Age with No One Knows on it, but he didn't get that for me. I owe him the new Lullabies to Paralyze, too.
Today not much going on. I'm gonna write my piffle and sit around most of the day I think. I've had to start all over on this one bit. The story was going no where so I scrapped it. It's not like I had 200 pages or anything. *sigh*
---We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes. I'm gonna hit'chu in the mouth, I'm gonna punch you in your glasses. Oh, no.