"You sit on a throne of lies..."
I'm sorry I haven't updated in such a long while. I could give you a bunch of excuses, since you all just LOVE reading about my life, but what it all boils down to is that I am a cold, lazy ass.
Yesterday morning I woke up, and while waving my arms blindly in front of me in the pitch darkness of a cheerful six o' clock, um, morning, I tripped over the holepuncher. This morning wasn't great either; we lost power at three in the morning, an ungodly hour where even I am sleeping (and not bloodshottedly writing out 86 notecards for an English project, unlike Martin M.) Therefore, all the clocks were out, and no one woke up until 7AM. However, Mom managed to get me and Joe to school with us only missing about ten minutes of first period. It was a good deal, I tell you. I got an extra hour of sleep, and didn't miss out on too much. Of course, I was rather bleary-looking, incoherent, and glassy-eyed through first period, but we're trying to be optimistic here. Second period I was much more awake, since in Lab we were roasting gummy bears (or as Mr. Reid pronounces it in his blurbly accent, "Gooby bears") over the Bunsen Burners with Potassium Chlorate. I am not even kidding. It demonstrates thermodynamics. It smoked and completely flamed up so vigorously, our test tube broke from all the, eh, kinetic energy. (You can tell I have no idea what I'm saying.) Then Mike K, who is a pyromaniac if I ever saw one, almost set John on fire, and our Bunsen burner inexplicably started flaming from the bottom. Alex M. was playing around with a striker and a three-inch flame came out of it. I tell you, labs are always interesting. Interesting in a way where you wonder why no one has died yet.
ALEX: All right, out of ALL the people you could have chosen to burn the gummy bears, you chose Mike. What were you thinking??
MIKE: (in background) Oh my GOD! Did you just SEE that!! The fire just twirled down this high from the Bunsen burner! Let me just try it again!! *furious scraping of fire-striker*
After school yesterday was also the first official meeting of the Ping Pong Club. Yes, I am not even kidding, the Ping Pong Club. Somehow Wudan mistook my feeble protests and completely signed me up for it. I gave her dire warnings and all, telling her about the complete psycho I turn into when little white balls are hurled toward my face, that I could even be considered dangerous, but of course she doesn't listen. George tried to placate me by reassuring, "Don't worry, there are a lot of beginners in it." Maybe they'll believe me when I take out a couple of people's eyes.
I truthfully thought that only Asians and stuff would sign up, but when me and Kelly arrived at the meeting, we almost couldn't get through the crowds surrounding the door. No exaggerating!
Today after school revolved around the orange sale for Band. I sold 33 boxes, much to Kevin S and Chris's dismay, because they had to help me. I had to really keep from laughing while I helped cart them over, because Chris kept letting out these long fake sighs and moaning about his arms while he carried five boxes (FIVE!) at a time. What a cowdy custard.
JEFF: "At 2AM in the morning, I write good essays."
FAIZON: Where are the other sprinters?
WUDAN: Somewhere ovurr thurr.
FAIZON: *turns around in disbelief* WHAT did you just say?????
:-D
[EDIT]I hope I can stop by the library this week. I want to borrow the Chronicles of Narnia books, because I feel that without it, my childhood was sadly neglected.[/EDIT]