When we all give the power, we all give the best.
If you're reading this, I've made it pretty obvious that I'm staying home today. I woke up to a 9:15 clock, don't blame me. :P
Yesterday's trip to Strathroy was awesome. Fucking awesome too, not the type of awesome you can dismiss after you reach your climax. At 1:15 PM yesterday, we all gathered together, and here's what happened.
Like I said, we all got on the bus at 1:15. This was no ordinary school bus though, we got to ride on a mini, which thrilled us to no particular end. It was a pretty tight squeeze with all the crap we were bringing, but it turned out well since we were able to get everyone in, and Kristen kept from puking the entire trek. The bus ride there was awesome; somehow we got on the topic of video games, and talked about just that the whole way. The conversation drifted to Starcraft, so most of us were just lost at that point.
We arrived at a catholic school (I don't even remember the name of it, insignificant anyway) some hour's time later. On the way in, we noticed a girl that resembled Kasey appearance-wise. It would have been hot if they threw themselves at each other and starting making out for no apparent reason, but alas, no Kasey-on-Kasey action. :P
We all gathered in a room upstairs. Just being in that single room, I realized to what degree our school fucking sucks. Just that room alone had more money put into it than our entire facility. There was a TV and a fucking VCR in every room, and computers that were probably purchased some time in the last decade. The cafeteria looks like the food court of a fucking mall, all it's missing is a huge water fountain in the middle. The auditorium is smaller, but has better acoustics and curtains that open and close mechanically. Holy shit.
One of the tour guides was this little guy named Nick, who seemed a lot like Whitley at first, except tolerable (oh snap :P). We all grew to love the little guy by the end, and were thinking of ways to smuggle him back to London with us. The losers at Clarke Road would probably be unjust because of that swanky top hat with a feather that he wears, but then, that's what happens when they see anyone wearing something different than them and their 20 dipshit friends who are too insecure to define their own personalities.
Our play was superlative, if I may say so. I was an awesome old inspector, and people were thrilled when I returned at the end of the play, heh. Kasey made for an awesome (slutty) French maid, even though I could swear she was sporting a Russki accent. Chad didn't get half the recognition he deserved, he was SCROOBY FUCKING CLUE. We spared no expense and bought actual dog biscuits for Geoff and Chad to eat, hahaha. It's true though Geoff, the "ZOINKS!" really did make the play. :P Despite a couple of harmless stage errors, we kept our cool and got a huge standing ovation when we came out for a bow. The great part is, we weren't disqualified because we didn't tell anyone that Mr. Craig was part of the production. Sneaky bastards, we all are. :P
After I got changed, I came downstairs to watch some of the other performances. The second-last performance featured two distraught mothers detailing their kids' fuckups and eventual deaths. They had it all in the acting department, but the focus kind of jumped around a bit, and it was pretty boring until mother #1 started hating on mother #2. The last play was fucking brilliant, a bunch of family members writing up fake wills to get their share of the dead guy's riches. "Holy shit, a dead body." I killed myself laughing, and wanted to shake the hand of every person in the operation. Oh Jesus.
After everyone had finished, some old hag came out of the audience and gave a synopsis of everyone's perfomance. She only had compliments for us, but you can tell she was going to be a nitpicky whore in the e-mail to Mr. Craig. The play I didn't see, she described as two lesbians coming to terms with adversity or something. I'm so fucking sure the one play I didn't see had LESBIANS IN IT. I was like "WHAT?!", and everyone in my section of the auditorium burst out into laughter. It was great.
We had to leave shortly afterwards, and that meant saying our goodbyes to the little guy, Nick, but we all gave him our e-mails so hopefully we'll be hearing from him again. Kristen fell asleep on the bus ride home, and you just know she was dreaming about "little Nick" being slammed into her. :P
The bus ride home was some fun, too. It was completely dark, and we all had that underlying paranoia that we were going to swerve off the freeway. Stan was a competent driver though, and got us all home in one piece. Hats off to Stan. It was around midnight by the time we got back. I got to talk to Kasey for a while before our dads showed up to drag us home. 'Twas cool. I got home just in time for Conan, but I was sawing logs by the time the musical guest started playing.
It's clear we need to have a road trip in the summertime.
In other news, I have a 92 in Geography that I'm trying to nurture and mould into a 95 or 97. And Amanda, we're sorry we left you alone in Writer's Craft, we were thinking about you the whole time, honest. :P
Holy shit, I started this at 9:30? Time to wrap it up and go back to bed.
LASS WIR GEHEN
Yesterday's trip to Strathroy was awesome. Fucking awesome too, not the type of awesome you can dismiss after you reach your climax. At 1:15 PM yesterday, we all gathered together, and here's what happened.
Like I said, we all got on the bus at 1:15. This was no ordinary school bus though, we got to ride on a mini, which thrilled us to no particular end. It was a pretty tight squeeze with all the crap we were bringing, but it turned out well since we were able to get everyone in, and Kristen kept from puking the entire trek. The bus ride there was awesome; somehow we got on the topic of video games, and talked about just that the whole way. The conversation drifted to Starcraft, so most of us were just lost at that point.
We arrived at a catholic school (I don't even remember the name of it, insignificant anyway) some hour's time later. On the way in, we noticed a girl that resembled Kasey appearance-wise. It would have been hot if they threw themselves at each other and starting making out for no apparent reason, but alas, no Kasey-on-Kasey action. :P
We all gathered in a room upstairs. Just being in that single room, I realized to what degree our school fucking sucks. Just that room alone had more money put into it than our entire facility. There was a TV and a fucking VCR in every room, and computers that were probably purchased some time in the last decade. The cafeteria looks like the food court of a fucking mall, all it's missing is a huge water fountain in the middle. The auditorium is smaller, but has better acoustics and curtains that open and close mechanically. Holy shit.
One of the tour guides was this little guy named Nick, who seemed a lot like Whitley at first, except tolerable (oh snap :P). We all grew to love the little guy by the end, and were thinking of ways to smuggle him back to London with us. The losers at Clarke Road would probably be unjust because of that swanky top hat with a feather that he wears, but then, that's what happens when they see anyone wearing something different than them and their 20 dipshit friends who are too insecure to define their own personalities.
Our play was superlative, if I may say so. I was an awesome old inspector, and people were thrilled when I returned at the end of the play, heh. Kasey made for an awesome (slutty) French maid, even though I could swear she was sporting a Russki accent. Chad didn't get half the recognition he deserved, he was SCROOBY FUCKING CLUE. We spared no expense and bought actual dog biscuits for Geoff and Chad to eat, hahaha. It's true though Geoff, the "ZOINKS!" really did make the play. :P Despite a couple of harmless stage errors, we kept our cool and got a huge standing ovation when we came out for a bow. The great part is, we weren't disqualified because we didn't tell anyone that Mr. Craig was part of the production. Sneaky bastards, we all are. :P
After I got changed, I came downstairs to watch some of the other performances. The second-last performance featured two distraught mothers detailing their kids' fuckups and eventual deaths. They had it all in the acting department, but the focus kind of jumped around a bit, and it was pretty boring until mother #1 started hating on mother #2. The last play was fucking brilliant, a bunch of family members writing up fake wills to get their share of the dead guy's riches. "Holy shit, a dead body." I killed myself laughing, and wanted to shake the hand of every person in the operation. Oh Jesus.
After everyone had finished, some old hag came out of the audience and gave a synopsis of everyone's perfomance. She only had compliments for us, but you can tell she was going to be a nitpicky whore in the e-mail to Mr. Craig. The play I didn't see, she described as two lesbians coming to terms with adversity or something. I'm so fucking sure the one play I didn't see had LESBIANS IN IT. I was like "WHAT?!", and everyone in my section of the auditorium burst out into laughter. It was great.
We had to leave shortly afterwards, and that meant saying our goodbyes to the little guy, Nick, but we all gave him our e-mails so hopefully we'll be hearing from him again. Kristen fell asleep on the bus ride home, and you just know she was dreaming about "little Nick" being slammed into her. :P
The bus ride home was some fun, too. It was completely dark, and we all had that underlying paranoia that we were going to swerve off the freeway. Stan was a competent driver though, and got us all home in one piece. Hats off to Stan. It was around midnight by the time we got back. I got to talk to Kasey for a while before our dads showed up to drag us home. 'Twas cool. I got home just in time for Conan, but I was sawing logs by the time the musical guest started playing.
It's clear we need to have a road trip in the summertime.
In other news, I have a 92 in Geography that I'm trying to nurture and mould into a 95 or 97. And Amanda, we're sorry we left you alone in Writer's Craft, we were thinking about you the whole time, honest. :P
Holy shit, I started this at 9:30? Time to wrap it up and go back to bed.
LASS WIR GEHEN