Surprisingly, in GYM we're playing hockey. Unsurprisingly, it's hardcore. My team kicked trash, flat out. You must understand that I am the most uncoordinated freak in the entire universe. Because of which, I was throoughly surprised that I was one of the better players on our team. That should say something. :D As fantastic as my team was, the best player we had was a complete wuss when it came to stick-off time. No kidding! I ended up playing captain and telling people to scoot their sorry arses up to bump. It was.... Interesting.
After getting out of that hell, I made my way into the real world [passing period] and everything seemed like it was completely in slow motion. I suppose my brain was still in it's high energy gear. Consequently, I crashed for the next three hours of school.
Along came lunch, and the amazing salad my mom made me. It was absolutely incredible. [: Sadly, as I was delving deeper into a story it catapulted from my grasp and exploded all over my hair, pants, Spider-Man lunch box, and the floor. I was mortified. Following was an eon of hyperventilating and shock. You know, the cute kind. :D Psh.
Monday the AP history program has the "opportunity" to attend some crappy Frank Church session. Whatever that is. It's pretty much all day listening to refuse about Change, which I'm for, but not 7 hours' worth. To add some spice to life, one of my friends asked me if I had a plaid skirt, in which I responded "Yes, a few flavors. What color were you thinking?" This led to me lending her my collection of plaid skirts. For what purpose? She's dressing up HP style of course. :D Who wouldn't? I'm totally psyched to see her tackle on Monday.
I suppose I should be dragging my pitiful carcass to bed now.... But I did take a nap.... And I am wired.... Maybe I'll go hang with David Foster again. :D Cheers!
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