Techmo and The Magic Card
It has now been five days since my last update. From my last update I completely finished the Magic Card and gave it to A.J. on Monday, the night of the band concert. The impression I got was that he liked it, but I'm never quite sure. The band concert blew like usual.
Tuesday I honestly can't remember what happened. Other than the fact that in band we had to listen to the tape of our concert, which amplified, how bad we sounded.
Wednesday I went on the ski trip with my buds. We went snow tubing and the genius I am decided that extra clothes wasn't necessary. Considering that last year I had taken extra clothes and did not wear them. This time the weather was meaner. It was colder and wetter. In other words half way through our tubing session it started to rain/sleet/snow (I'm not exactly sure what it was). We went on the "advanced" hills and pretty much everyone with the exception of Ross and myself flew off of their tubes at one point. Jamie was the first to go, and her fall wasn't that bad. But C.J.'s was awful. Not only did his tube got out from under him, but also we ended up dragging him on the snow for about 30 feet. Then we let go and his face hit the snow, which I'm sure wasn't very soothing. We also mini-golfed and bowled, and played in the arcade, but that was about it. Jayne got wet and Jamie was wearing someone else's pants. Oh yeah! I made up a new genre of music. It's called techmo and it's a mix of techno and emo. Well the super faggorific football players sitting behind us were being nothing but asses. So as a plan of payback I loaded up my hand with Vaseline. I hit Mike Broda across the face and hit his ear and jacket with it. His friends knew but didn't tell him, but eventually he figured it out and was pissed. But hey it got him to stop with the faggorific things he was doing. Jason and I come to the conclusion that saying the f-word makes one cool.
Thursday I had tennis and that is all I can honestly remember. I have the memory of a 95 year old quadriplegic who was hit with shrapnel from WWII and lost an ear and one eyeball.
Today I found out that James wants to fight me. How funny would that be to see? Considering I could kill him. HA Ha ha. I went to Jayne's and we played DDR. I got sick then we reminisced about everything and just talked about completely random things for about 2 hours. I burned her a bunch of CDs to get her off her Dashboard obsession. Hopefully it will work. It's her birthday Monday.
Tomorrow I'm helping Jamie put tags on all the flowers Student Government sold for Valentine's Day. So I'll know who got a flower and who didn't and all that good stuff. After that I'm pretty sure we're going to A.J.'s party thing at his house. It should prove to be entertaining.
I will shortly be changing the background of this journal again, only to something that you will not be able to look away from.
Tuesday I honestly can't remember what happened. Other than the fact that in band we had to listen to the tape of our concert, which amplified, how bad we sounded.
Wednesday I went on the ski trip with my buds. We went snow tubing and the genius I am decided that extra clothes wasn't necessary. Considering that last year I had taken extra clothes and did not wear them. This time the weather was meaner. It was colder and wetter. In other words half way through our tubing session it started to rain/sleet/snow (I'm not exactly sure what it was). We went on the "advanced" hills and pretty much everyone with the exception of Ross and myself flew off of their tubes at one point. Jamie was the first to go, and her fall wasn't that bad. But C.J.'s was awful. Not only did his tube got out from under him, but also we ended up dragging him on the snow for about 30 feet. Then we let go and his face hit the snow, which I'm sure wasn't very soothing. We also mini-golfed and bowled, and played in the arcade, but that was about it. Jayne got wet and Jamie was wearing someone else's pants. Oh yeah! I made up a new genre of music. It's called techmo and it's a mix of techno and emo. Well the super faggorific football players sitting behind us were being nothing but asses. So as a plan of payback I loaded up my hand with Vaseline. I hit Mike Broda across the face and hit his ear and jacket with it. His friends knew but didn't tell him, but eventually he figured it out and was pissed. But hey it got him to stop with the faggorific things he was doing. Jason and I come to the conclusion that saying the f-word makes one cool.
Thursday I had tennis and that is all I can honestly remember. I have the memory of a 95 year old quadriplegic who was hit with shrapnel from WWII and lost an ear and one eyeball.
Today I found out that James wants to fight me. How funny would that be to see? Considering I could kill him. HA Ha ha. I went to Jayne's and we played DDR. I got sick then we reminisced about everything and just talked about completely random things for about 2 hours. I burned her a bunch of CDs to get her off her Dashboard obsession. Hopefully it will work. It's her birthday Monday.
Tomorrow I'm helping Jamie put tags on all the flowers Student Government sold for Valentine's Day. So I'll know who got a flower and who didn't and all that good stuff. After that I'm pretty sure we're going to A.J.'s party thing at his house. It should prove to be entertaining.
I will shortly be changing the background of this journal again, only to something that you will not be able to look away from.