Saturday, November 15, 2008


I'm not sure what I'm going to write about. I wanted to write a short story or something, but I just don't feel into it. We'll start typing and see where it gets us.

Well, I am obviously sitting at my computer. My homework is sitting next to me. It isn't done (that's stupid, I would never start my homework until long after I'm spose to be in bed). I can hear the T.V. on downstairs. The one my parents/sister listen to at 34/40 volume. I generally try to keep the colume at around 16 when I watch it. I hope to still be able to hear when I'm 20. Obviously I'm listening to music. Nothing to abrupt, just listening to someone scream about his balls. His dances, you pervs. Actually, he is talking about his testicles. Apparently the Broncos are losing their game against the Patriots. Suprise. Oh, now I'm listening to a diffrent band scream about wanting to go home because he is drunk. I know, I don't get the coralation either. The bag pipes are the only thing that keeps that band together. I need something to do between 3-8 on mondays and tuesdays or I will go completly insane. I swear it. SOOO bored. I can't go to the Y, because my rents refuse to let me go. I can't get a job, because they don't think I can keep my grades up if I get a job. I can't do any more clubs (go ahead, try to guess the reason). I get enough homework to keep me busy most nights for about 3 hours...but I get most of it done in classes, and what I don't get done I wasn't going to do anyway. This is probably long enough. I may or may not decide to post it. I'll probly just let it rot in the drafts section.

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Monday, November 10, 2008

The Penis Game

I probably shouldn't still enjoy playing it in the middle of class. By the way, what follows is a you-had-to-be-there synopsis of a humorous situation. By that I mean, you will not find this funny.

But I feel I have to share.

In Spanish today, Emily and I started playing the penis game about an hour into the class. I don't remember who initiated. I do remember that nobody protested, and it just went penis...penis...PENIS...PENIS...penis...penis...PENIS! Then we collapsed into laughter.

Julian turned around and said "Que? O! Penis!" More laughter. Then Jack said "penis!" and I managed to cough out in my laughing fit "PENIS!", before I slumped over the side, crying in laughter.

Senora Gutierrez was TOTALLY OBLIVIOUS. Didn't care. At all. She was just helping other kids with laptops find the websites we were researching at.

Then Madeleine Miles, who is now quite possibly my favorite person ever, looked over, immediately looked straight ahead as though she was working on her laptop, and, just as I righted myself and coughed and got back to work, said "Penis" in a clear, loud voice. And I immediately convulsed again.

I would like to re-emphasive that Senora Gutierrez didn't care about the eruption of laughter taking place in the corner of her room. Until we all started screaming PENIS! Then we got marked down for participation that day, not because we were screaming PENIS in her classroom, but because we said it in English. (She's so cool...)

Immediately following that was a classwide penis game, but in Spanish. "pene. Pene. Pene! PENE. PENE!"
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