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Wow I can't remember being this sick in a looong time. I thought it was soreness from dancing then i thought it could be a long running hangover then i realized i was sick. But it went away for a little while so i thought ok all better! But nooooo its back and even worse because of this shitty mother fucking weather. I can't believe i just went to Eddie's class and danced my ass off because now i can't speak or move! And just while i'm on this little complaining tangent (sorry) i can't NOT go to school because i skipped too damn much thinking that i am invincible or something, but obviously that's my fault! NO MORE SKIPPING ERICA! HA like thats really gonna happen.
Anyway! On a happier note Rachel, Colton and I had a good time in English this morning writing ( more like Colton thinking out loud and Rachel and I enthusiastically agreeing) a fake Canterbury Tale about a stoner. The Stoner's Tale! Heres a little preview or maybe i'll just give you the whole thing.
There once was a man with a large wallet
Who lived in the greenhouse in the town of Charlotte
His occupation was unknown
He frolicked in fields with things that were blown
Out of his pocket came a little light
And out of the other came something green for the night
He wanders around selling the best
For he will soon be putting his lungs to the test
Bert the man of money went into the still
To gaze at the stars on hippie hill
While he was in the park
He was careful not to run into a man named Marc
The man who stalks little boy buck
Then came swiftly lurking out of the ugly muck
Bert looked up with terror in his eyes
So he pulled out little Ernie to get in the highs
The flames blew in the wind
As the metallic stripes of Ernie began to bend
The world was now spinning "ya'll
For I've just smoked the best of them all"
Marc was still lurking in his little knickers
Coming towards him the lights began to flicker
After toking the bowl once more
Bert cahrged toward's Marc's territorial floor
Marc wanted to start the battle
So he gave a roar that sounded like a herd of cattle
He was armed with a twig and berries
But all Bert could see were small flying fairies
Bert cried, "Peace, love and happiness is all you need!"
So come over here and your green dsire I will feed
ok thats probably not up to Geoffrey's Chaucer's standards, but hey it was pretty funny this morning!
There once was a man with a large wallet
Anyway! On a happier note Rachel, Colton and I had a good time in English this morning writing ( more like Colton thinking out loud and Rachel and I enthusiastically agreeing) a fake Canterbury Tale about a stoner. The Stoner's Tale! Heres a little preview or maybe i'll just give you the whole thing.
There once was a man with a large wallet
Who lived in the greenhouse in the town of Charlotte
His occupation was unknown
He frolicked in fields with things that were blown
Out of his pocket came a little light
And out of the other came something green for the night
He wanders around selling the best
For he will soon be putting his lungs to the test
Bert the man of money went into the still
To gaze at the stars on hippie hill
While he was in the park
He was careful not to run into a man named Marc
The man who stalks little boy buck
Then came swiftly lurking out of the ugly muck
Bert looked up with terror in his eyes
So he pulled out little Ernie to get in the highs
The flames blew in the wind
As the metallic stripes of Ernie began to bend
The world was now spinning "ya'll
For I've just smoked the best of them all"
Marc was still lurking in his little knickers
Coming towards him the lights began to flicker
After toking the bowl once more
Bert cahrged toward's Marc's territorial floor
Marc wanted to start the battle
So he gave a roar that sounded like a herd of cattle
He was armed with a twig and berries
But all Bert could see were small flying fairies
Bert cried, "Peace, love and happiness is all you need!"
So come over here and your green dsire I will feed
ok thats probably not up to Geoffrey's Chaucer's standards, but hey it was pretty funny this morning!
There once was a man with a large wallet