"Hey, guys, wunna see something that will make you throw up?"
I am going to explain what the quote from my subject means. Well, Thursday, during our Fiesta, Andrew Hoeter made a bowl of taco meat. At the end of the Fiesta, once everything was cleaned up, he had his bowl in his lap, and he came to Nicole and I and said that ::above:: and then dug his hand in the meat, and shoved in in his mouth.
ahem.
Nothing has really happened. Turned out that Tristan's party sucked giant. David's was OK because I was really comfortable with all the people that were there. And he had mass furniture around the fire, so it was cozy. But we left early, and got home early. The football game was sad because of many reasons. The first because Natalie and I didnt realize that it was our last senior football game. Then, I realized that that meant that that was our last night to watch our senior boys, aka: JIMMY, JOSH, BRIAN, AND THOMAS (others I'm not that fond of), play on a high school team. So, that was sad. Then, I get to the game, and look for number 81, and I dont see him. Well, after a while, I did. He was on the bench, getting his ankel wrapped up. I told Jimmy to be careful, I tell him every stinkin' week; him and Josh, usually in science. But no, the first thing I see when I get there is Jimmy hurt. Well, I'd say about 10 minutes later, everyone is saying, "Who got hurt?" And I look and see number 27 getting help across the field. That was Josh.
grr.
And anyway. Alice is in London, just out of Italy, soon to be Germany and Paris. All I have to say is GOOD JOB! I love Alice OsO much.
Well, this has been fruitless.
I'm sick of journaling.