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Notes:
I accept full responsibility for starting the water fight that commenced at approximately 12:45 in the downstairs of the science wing. In my defense: I would not have had to dump half the water bottle on Elias if his shirt had not been so damn waterproof, thus taking him several moments to observe that water was dripping down - and I quote - his "nipples." If I had not had those several moments, Elias would not have become so wet, thus filling me with the happiness of success and making me feel compelled to repeat the same experiment on Jamie, thus causing Jamie to scream like a girl. Thus they would not have felt the need to revenge themselves on me by the means of filled waterbottles, and thus an epic water fight would not have started, and thus Chris David would not have started squirting water at the general population of the world, basically dousing the door to Fried's classroom, scaring the dear old crap out of passersby, and changing the color of Jamie's shorts entirely.
We were doing this all in fun, and Chris... Chris was like the mad axe murderer that comes in forty-five minutes into the movie and just totally wastes everything in his wake.
So, finally, funny Jamie-looked-like-he-ejaculated-all-over-his-shorts jokes aside, I would like to remark:
It was really all Elias's shirt's fault.
It really was.
It was such a yuppie-looking Jackson Pollock wannabe shirt, too. I had to pour water down his back. It was necessary. He looked as if he had been bled on by blue things.
Incidentally Chris also spoiled my victorious mood by attacking me with water, after I had been repeatedly attacked by Jamie and Elias, and poking my favorite shirt with an ink pen. The dot has not come out, has only become gray, and I am pissed off and my two worst subjects' finals are tomorrow and it will not come out, that is really all I have to say on the matter. And my happy skirt-wearing mood is spoiled, thanks to Chris. Bugger you Chris. Also I owe Chris money, because he has no sense of charity where Kim is concerned and does not believe in buying girls food unless he is dating them and can get something out of it. So I need to get money and Chris wore a pink shirt today and dear god there really is no justice.
Why does Chris always end up ahead?
WENNY: It's because you're so short and he's taller than you.
Why does, at moments of small crisis, does the image of Wenny speak to me, much like Yoda appearing to Luke Skywalker in whatever episode of Star Wars it was?
WENNY: It's because I'm cool like that.
No, Wenny. No. I beg to differ. I think it's cos you're short too. Hah.
(Goes off to mourn shirt and hopes Chris was serious when he said he'd wash it for me because if he wasn't I shall be even more generally mournful etc.)
(Eats a cookie.)
I accept full responsibility for starting the water fight that commenced at approximately 12:45 in the downstairs of the science wing. In my defense: I would not have had to dump half the water bottle on Elias if his shirt had not been so damn waterproof, thus taking him several moments to observe that water was dripping down - and I quote - his "nipples." If I had not had those several moments, Elias would not have become so wet, thus filling me with the happiness of success and making me feel compelled to repeat the same experiment on Jamie, thus causing Jamie to scream like a girl. Thus they would not have felt the need to revenge themselves on me by the means of filled waterbottles, and thus an epic water fight would not have started, and thus Chris David would not have started squirting water at the general population of the world, basically dousing the door to Fried's classroom, scaring the dear old crap out of passersby, and changing the color of Jamie's shorts entirely.
We were doing this all in fun, and Chris... Chris was like the mad axe murderer that comes in forty-five minutes into the movie and just totally wastes everything in his wake.
So, finally, funny Jamie-looked-like-he-ejaculated-all-over-his-shorts jokes aside, I would like to remark:
It was really all Elias's shirt's fault.
It really was.
It was such a yuppie-looking Jackson Pollock wannabe shirt, too. I had to pour water down his back. It was necessary. He looked as if he had been bled on by blue things.
Incidentally Chris also spoiled my victorious mood by attacking me with water, after I had been repeatedly attacked by Jamie and Elias, and poking my favorite shirt with an ink pen. The dot has not come out, has only become gray, and I am pissed off and my two worst subjects' finals are tomorrow and it will not come out, that is really all I have to say on the matter. And my happy skirt-wearing mood is spoiled, thanks to Chris. Bugger you Chris. Also I owe Chris money, because he has no sense of charity where Kim is concerned and does not believe in buying girls food unless he is dating them and can get something out of it. So I need to get money and Chris wore a pink shirt today and dear god there really is no justice.
Why does Chris always end up ahead?
WENNY: It's because you're so short and he's taller than you.
Why does, at moments of small crisis, does the image of Wenny speak to me, much like Yoda appearing to Luke Skywalker in whatever episode of Star Wars it was?
WENNY: It's because I'm cool like that.
No, Wenny. No. I beg to differ. I think it's cos you're short too. Hah.
(Goes off to mourn shirt and hopes Chris was serious when he said he'd wash it for me because if he wasn't I shall be even more generally mournful etc.)
(Eats a cookie.)