some middle schoolers decided to play a game on the bus today. the game was merely contrived of who could make the best/loudest dinosaur noise without showing their teeth. needless to say, i wanted to strangle each and every one of their tyrannosaurus faces.
i am running for junior class secretary. this was good news, until three other people decided to run. now i am afraid i will lose by a vast margin. therefore, i have decided to wear a low cut shirt and lean forward, then ask guys to vote for me. with this system, i so far already have five votes.
this week in gym class: tennis. tennis and i have a rocky past. lets just say we have a history. i have a knack for swinging so hard that the pure velocity throws my whole body so i go flying in whatever direction that may be. it makes me look legit though. so legit that this random black guy was walking by and witnessed it and said 'you could knock somebody out with that mother f***er'. i was pleased with his approval.
you know a game i hate more than tennis? the game where people try to toss a variety of objects down your shirt. today, i was the victim. and it was orange slices. there were some good shots. and bad. regardless, i have pulp all up in everywhere.
now i am going to make italian doughnuts without a deep fryer.
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