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Mmmmmmmmmmm..............................pie.
The Run Thursday, June 19, 2003
Ah, the run. Where do I start? These runs we went on gave me a chance to realize that, no, I am not in the perfect shape, and yes, I am the laziest person alive. Every "run" we went on, I walked because I didn't think it was that important. I now realize that I might have lost my credit because of that.
I was unable to participate in the run due to Father's Day and a cracked rib. Well, I think it was cracked. i fell tummy-first onto a cement highway barrier. Smart, eh?
I spent the whole run with my best friend, Matt Speek. We stopped off at Tim Horton's because it was über-hot out and got some water. We still were sweaty, tired and grumpy so Matt got the great idea to walk without shirts on. There we were, walking up the street with me in my sports bra and Matt with his shirt around his neck.
Teena, and Mike were with us too. It was a nice day for that, but we got kind of lost and Mr Aldsworth wasn't in sight. We were thinking about stopping for pizza and a smoke, then decided against it, which was probably for the best. Teena talked us out of it, because she doesn't smoke. Good for her. I'd rather have pie.
By the time we got back, third period was about half over. Mr Aldsworth gave me an apple to eat, but it was no substitute for hot, greasy pizza and a BK shake.
I wish I was able to participate in the run at Seagram's because I'd love to raise some money for whatever charity they were supporting.
We spent some of the time reflecting on gym class and the other half yelling at old guys who were staring at me. Gym was actually pretty cool, but then Nic Horst, one of my good, good friends got kicked out and moved to Stratford. He's a cow tipper. I miss him a lot. I wish he was still in class. That'd be wicked. Our class was pretty cool, filled with friends like Maya, Christine, Antoinette, Steph, Teena, Matt, Nic, Bobo, and Will W. I plan on taking gym again later on in my high school life, but I hope I don't get Ms Doyle because I've already failed one of her classes and don't want to do it again.
The End!"
I'm actually gonna hand that it. Ha.
My parent found my ghetto-bong. Tracey was like, "Were you smoking pot?" and I was like, "No, my imaginary friend was and I made a ghetto-bong for him." Just like the time I came home at like 4 am and they were like "HOW DID YOU GET HOME?!?!?" and I was like "I pulled a rocket out of my ass and flew,"
That line cracks me up.
I love pie.
Wow, I can feel the sugar attacking my gums and killing my tooth enamel.Yum
The Run Thursday, June 19, 2003
Ah, the run. Where do I start? These runs we went on gave me a chance to realize that, no, I am not in the perfect shape, and yes, I am the laziest person alive. Every "run" we went on, I walked because I didn't think it was that important. I now realize that I might have lost my credit because of that.
I was unable to participate in the run due to Father's Day and a cracked rib. Well, I think it was cracked. i fell tummy-first onto a cement highway barrier. Smart, eh?
I spent the whole run with my best friend, Matt Speek. We stopped off at Tim Horton's because it was über-hot out and got some water. We still were sweaty, tired and grumpy so Matt got the great idea to walk without shirts on. There we were, walking up the street with me in my sports bra and Matt with his shirt around his neck.
Teena, and Mike were with us too. It was a nice day for that, but we got kind of lost and Mr Aldsworth wasn't in sight. We were thinking about stopping for pizza and a smoke, then decided against it, which was probably for the best. Teena talked us out of it, because she doesn't smoke. Good for her. I'd rather have pie.
By the time we got back, third period was about half over. Mr Aldsworth gave me an apple to eat, but it was no substitute for hot, greasy pizza and a BK shake.
I wish I was able to participate in the run at Seagram's because I'd love to raise some money for whatever charity they were supporting.
We spent some of the time reflecting on gym class and the other half yelling at old guys who were staring at me. Gym was actually pretty cool, but then Nic Horst, one of my good, good friends got kicked out and moved to Stratford. He's a cow tipper. I miss him a lot. I wish he was still in class. That'd be wicked. Our class was pretty cool, filled with friends like Maya, Christine, Antoinette, Steph, Teena, Matt, Nic, Bobo, and Will W. I plan on taking gym again later on in my high school life, but I hope I don't get Ms Doyle because I've already failed one of her classes and don't want to do it again.
The End!"
I'm actually gonna hand that it. Ha.
My parent found my ghetto-bong. Tracey was like, "Were you smoking pot?" and I was like, "No, my imaginary friend was and I made a ghetto-bong for him." Just like the time I came home at like 4 am and they were like "HOW DID YOU GET HOME?!?!?" and I was like "I pulled a rocket out of my ass and flew,"
That line cracks me up.
I love pie.
Wow, I can feel the sugar attacking my gums and killing my tooth enamel.Yum