Saturday, October 12, 2002
My dad just came running upstairs. He was playing ping pong in the basement with my brother. He came up to tell me and my mother that the lovely Eli was lying on the floor, incapacitated because he was farting so much. We had pizza tonight, and usually that affects him pretty badly. Eli, according to my dad, said that he was farting everytime he moved or laughed.
The SATs were today. No idea how I did. O well. Time will tell. Hopefully it will tell me something good. Something 20 points higher than what I got before. Gee, that sure would be nice.
that's the way we get by
we found a new kind of dance in a magazine
try it out it's like nothing else you've ever seen
Three day weekends make me happy.
I tried the Mint Skittles today (Feel the kiss! Taste the rainbow!). It was exactly like eating gum. I dunno, I thought it was a little weird. But I was with Liz and Jess at the time, and they both said that they liked the idea of eating gum, so quoiever.
Rereading American Tragedy is no fun. No fun at all. I hate Clyde. What an annoying little brat! He's so freaking self-centered... I just want to slap him.... ugh.
O yes, I need to send out a humongous thank you to a fellow by the name of Mr. Bawn. He is my buddy on the Brunchma boards. Why, you ask, is he my buddy? He hosted my avatar, free of charge, and with his own personal computer skills (those being what I lack). I am eternally grateful to him. He is a very, very, very good person. If you are ever in a good mood, and you just feel all sorts of goodwill towards people in general, then you should thank Mr. Bawn as well, because he deserves all the accolades I can heap on him.
Thank you Mr. Bawn!
(if you want to see my avatar, you can check it out at my avatar, courtesy of Mr. Bawn)
I think that I am going bowling. I am on the phone with Jess. She says that we are going bowling. Thus, I must end this blog right this very moment.
I'd like to leave you with the wonderful mental image of my brother lying on the floor, farting uncontrollably.