Saturday, October 25, 2008

Psuedo halloween party

The day after Halloween (November first), is a Saturday. Do we have plans?

Sure. Maybe. Quite possibly a possibility. I *might* be able to have a movie watching party. You know, where we put in a movie, then talk through the whole move. Standard procedure. We only actually watch the movie if it is a good part, or if we need to start mocking. Anyway, Saturday. My house. Yea, I know it sounds like a falseness (because my parents would never let me do something fun...especially not at my own house), but I think they have finally realized that I am the good kid! So anyway, that's still only a maybe. Ya know, because any little thing could set that off. Invite everyone. By that I mean a bunch of people. Please don't bring everyone. Read the full article.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

One day after knowledgebowl

This is the only truly funny thing that I could think of from today, so I'm writing it.

Well, today I went to knowledge bowl, like any other wednesday after school. We had like 4 new people today, which is strange. Anyway, afterword I was waiting with Jack so he would give me a ride home (which he never did because his mom came and was going to pick up his sister-long story, not important). Now the slightly funny part of the story (Don't worry I'm getting there) is when one of the new kids from knowledge bowl is sitting across from the flag from us. I (being a nice social person) decide to see what he's like/whether or not he will be coming back to knowledge bowl with us. "Hey, do you plan on coming to knowledge bowl again in the future?" Standard greeting for new members of knowledge bowl. He takes this as in invitation to share his life story. And laugh like a stupid person. He starts by telling us that all his friends smoke pot. What nerd doesn't want to hear about that? This kid is pretty much my new best friend because of that information...not. Well, I don't judge people (I'm not my mother), so I was gunna give him another chance. What does he do? Tells us about more pot smoking buddies/girlfriends of his. Sounds like a great guy. He then precedes to reach into his coat and, No joke, pull out a harmonica. *I think to myself...please please God, if you love me, he wont play it* He blew into it. I got my wish. He did not PLAY it, because that insinuates that there is some sort of musical quality. He would just blow into it ever 7 seconds or so. Up and down the "scale" (I hesitate to call it that, because it sounds so...musical). I then left because I didn't want to hang out with this awkward, pot smoking, harmonacaist. Sorry Jack, I still love you, but I don't love you that much.
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