Hi. How was your Thanksgiving? Mine started off boring. That is, until my cousin got drunk and decided to lounge in my nephew's Fischer Price wagon with his beer. Then it was just plain funny (it probably wasn't as funny I thought it was. My mum let me have a small thing of beer, so I was a little buzzed.) Anyhoo, he got stuck, and wheeled around the back yard for like an hour trying to get unstuck. We finally just disassembled the wagon.
Then Lincoln came over (after he was done visiting his family for Thanksgiving) and we cuddled a bit. (My grandma was present---I didn't think she'd appreciate our making out routine)
Must dash.
Toodles,
Paige
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Illness has struck! Oh woe.
I'm sick. Yuck. Oh well, I got to miss school.
But I had to miss Lincoln. Shanna better tell him I said hey.
Isn't that odd? (Hah, that totally came out on accident. No relation to the title of this blog intended.)
Liiike I was saying, isn't that odd? You have no idea who these people are, do you? Shanna and Lincoln?
To clarify Lincoln is my almost boyfriend.
And Shanna is my sort-of best friend.
There are too many halves in my life. Almosts are maybes and sortas.
I'm going to go out on a limb, or out in the blue and tell you about this assembly we had yesterday, since it's faaar more interesting than my halfway life.
So I'm sitting in Algebra. Looking bored, (as is par for the course of Algebra), and the teacher is scrawling on the board in a furious pace. I lift my head from my desk to be sure that she's not doing something important (such as finding a cure for cancer.) But, no. She's just scribbling numbers and squealing excitedly occasionally. A boy with greasy hair and the "I-could-care-less" attitude that most sophomores sport, raises his hand to ask whether she's found a formula for time travel. She turns around (fully revealing the unsightly bulge of fat over her too-tight jeans) and begins to yell at him, about how he will most likely end up working at Burger King or something when the intercom crackles.
"All students, please report to the gymnasium for a very important discussion," the squawk box instructs us. The teacher continues her threats of detention to the boy, but her shouts are lost over the sound of thirty 15 year olds trampling one another in an effort to get out the door. To get a good mental image, imagine feeding time at the zoo.
Anyhow, I make it to the gymnasium in one piece and wander over to where Lincoln and Shanna and other assorted friends are sitting. This requires stepping over sprawled legs, up some treacherous metal bleachers, and practically hurtling over a surly looking junior constructing a house of cards. The principal is stand in the middle of the basketball court holding something small. A girl next to me stands up to try and see what it is, and in the process, knocks over the junior's house of cards. The boy grunts, the girl looks afraid for her life. (Understandable, as she is the lowest form of life... a freshman.)
She is spared when the principal calls us to attention. He begins waving the object in the air and shouts, "You have misused this!" loudly. There is a murmer of confusion. "Is.. that....ketchup?" a boy laughs. "You have disappointed me," the principal booms, waving the small package of kastup again. Noting our confused looks, he continues. "This morning....I went to, erm, use the restroom, and when I sat on the seat, THIS happened." He smashes the package of kastup in his hand and it splats in his hand with a small, 'urp' "Dude!" a boy behind me snickers to his friend, "I knew Mr. Kraut was a girl! He sits when he pees!" His friend snorts back, "Why are you acting so surprised?"
Basically, the gist of it turned out to be, some kids had put kastup packs under EVERY seat in the school, causing the janitors a bit of trouble. "If you know who has done this, I urge you to come forward," Mr. Kraut continues, oblivious to the paraoxsyms of giggles. "But, for extra incentive, if you can tell me who did it, I will give you this!" He pulls a small gift card to McDonald's. "A 10 dollar gift card to McDonald's!" he bellows, as if to excite us.
Lincoln, who has been mostly quiet next to me the whole time starts laughing. "What?" I ask, curiously, "is so funny?" He says in between chuckles, "that was so worth it" Not exactly astounded, I reply, "You mean, YOU did that?" He nods. Well, I'm not shocked. Lincoln is always doing curious things like that. For example, he tried to build a wall in front of the entrance of the school. Needless to say, it did not work. "Lincoln," I say with mock solemnity, "I am going to have to turn you in. I WANT THAT MCDONALD'S CARD!" We have a stare down, and then dissolve into giggles.
So.
How was
your day?
But I had to miss Lincoln. Shanna better tell him I said hey.
Isn't that odd? (Hah, that totally came out on accident. No relation to the title of this blog intended.)
Liiike I was saying, isn't that odd? You have no idea who these people are, do you? Shanna and Lincoln?
To clarify Lincoln is my almost boyfriend.
And Shanna is my sort-of best friend.
There are too many halves in my life. Almosts are maybes and sortas.
I'm going to go out on a limb, or out in the blue and tell you about this assembly we had yesterday, since it's faaar more interesting than my halfway life.
So I'm sitting in Algebra. Looking bored, (as is par for the course of Algebra), and the teacher is scrawling on the board in a furious pace. I lift my head from my desk to be sure that she's not doing something important (such as finding a cure for cancer.) But, no. She's just scribbling numbers and squealing excitedly occasionally. A boy with greasy hair and the "I-could-care-less" attitude that most sophomores sport, raises his hand to ask whether she's found a formula for time travel. She turns around (fully revealing the unsightly bulge of fat over her too-tight jeans) and begins to yell at him, about how he will most likely end up working at Burger King or something when the intercom crackles.
"All students, please report to the gymnasium for a very important discussion," the squawk box instructs us. The teacher continues her threats of detention to the boy, but her shouts are lost over the sound of thirty 15 year olds trampling one another in an effort to get out the door. To get a good mental image, imagine feeding time at the zoo.
Anyhow, I make it to the gymnasium in one piece and wander over to where Lincoln and Shanna and other assorted friends are sitting. This requires stepping over sprawled legs, up some treacherous metal bleachers, and practically hurtling over a surly looking junior constructing a house of cards. The principal is stand in the middle of the basketball court holding something small. A girl next to me stands up to try and see what it is, and in the process, knocks over the junior's house of cards. The boy grunts, the girl looks afraid for her life. (Understandable, as she is the lowest form of life... a freshman.)
She is spared when the principal calls us to attention. He begins waving the object in the air and shouts, "You have misused this!" loudly. There is a murmer of confusion. "Is.. that....ketchup?" a boy laughs. "You have disappointed me," the principal booms, waving the small package of kastup again. Noting our confused looks, he continues. "This morning....I went to, erm, use the restroom, and when I sat on the seat, THIS happened." He smashes the package of kastup in his hand and it splats in his hand with a small, 'urp' "Dude!" a boy behind me snickers to his friend, "I knew Mr. Kraut was a girl! He sits when he pees!" His friend snorts back, "Why are you acting so surprised?"
Basically, the gist of it turned out to be, some kids had put kastup packs under EVERY seat in the school, causing the janitors a bit of trouble. "If you know who has done this, I urge you to come forward," Mr. Kraut continues, oblivious to the paraoxsyms of giggles. "But, for extra incentive, if you can tell me who did it, I will give you this!" He pulls a small gift card to McDonald's. "A 10 dollar gift card to McDonald's!" he bellows, as if to excite us.
Lincoln, who has been mostly quiet next to me the whole time starts laughing. "What?" I ask, curiously, "is so funny?" He says in between chuckles, "that was so worth it" Not exactly astounded, I reply, "You mean, YOU did that?" He nods. Well, I'm not shocked. Lincoln is always doing curious things like that. For example, he tried to build a wall in front of the entrance of the school. Needless to say, it did not work. "Lincoln," I say with mock solemnity, "I am going to have to turn you in. I WANT THAT MCDONALD'S CARD!" We have a stare down, and then dissolve into giggles.
So.
How was
your day?
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