Friday, March 03, 2006

What are you writing on my hand?! You are writing in Korean! Ahh, you could be writing something obscene and I wouldn't know!

So, I was on the bus today, when suddenly I got a nosebleed. After searching in vain for a Kleenex or a paper towel in my bag, I made do with a pad and tried my best to make it stop. All of a sudden, a man that looked like Jesus, but was a little louder, used his arms more and carried a guitar, not a trombone, noticed me and passed me a whole roll of toilet paper. I was quite grateful, but I can't help wondering why he was carrying toilet paper around with him in his backpack.

My day was fairly good. It all started in PE. We were playing alley ball, which I am actually starting to warm up to. I scored two homeruns for my team, and we won sixteen to two. Of course, we did have Kenald, Horia and The Bosnian on our team. There were a few memorable moments, the best one being when Abby Wong kicked the ball and it sacked Yuki. At the very end of the game, Chris was running towards home and Rocky was running towards the base and they crashed into each other and fell over. Kenald then ran over and attacked Rocky with the ball. It's also fun to watch most of the guys when they are playing the game (minus a few like Pepin and Tommy) because they do all sorts of cool flips, dives and rolls to avoid the ball.

English was not exciting, we are in the middle of writing an in-class essay. Mao and I complained about our dance costumes in my journal.

In block three Tiff gave me a pencil and some cutesy Japanese stickers. Rhena got a hold of my hand and this was the result:

I'm not so desperate that I would have to write THAT on my own hand.

She drew on the other hand as well.

I didn't do much in metal. Talked to Kirsten who was shocked to hear that I was only fifteen. Do I really look older than my age? I made fun of Aaron, who forgot how to properly use the lathe.

French was probably the lowest point of my day. After the initial disappointment of only receiving eighty-five percent (eighty-five! I was so bloody close) on my negatives test, I brightened up after the Dictée. You see, I got forty-six percent on it. I beat out practically everyone who wrote it, which was...Around one hundred twenty people? I am quite proud of myself. I only failed slightly and not miserably. Mac is also proud of me.

bus ride home you already heard about and I have nothing else to say. Comedy Friday Night is on soon. I am going to go get my weekly dose of political satire now.

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