If you don’t…I’ll tell you about them. Here’s some breaking news!
Ok, it’s actually old news. But it’s really starting to dawn on me tonight.
Oh. You want new news? Well, I can offically dunk a football on a 10 foot rim. The only problem? You’re supposed to dunk basketballs in those. Which I can’t do. Yet. But it’s ok. I’m getting there.
Other new news? Um…Casi Pollo and Juan Bobo got their first tastes of TCCC youth group action tonight. It wasn’t the best night to come (service night), but we did get to prank call Kelsie, play some wallball, and then throw the balls at each other. So it wasn’t all bad.
Other other new news? Darby’s blog has been added to the “Other Blogs” list. Blog Total: 40!!
Other other other new news? I’m afraid there is none. So back to the old news we go.
Tonight I had to write five diary entries (in Spanish) for our Spanish class (duh). There’s nothing that is quite as fun as trying to remember what in the world happened a few days ago so you can write a journal entry about it. It takes me longer to remember what happened on a day than to actually write the entry. But don’t you even suggest that I should write them on the days that they happen like a normal journal. That’s heresy. Actually, by reviewing my blog posts from various days, I can usually regain a pretty good idea of what happened.
Then I had to write a summary on a couple speeches for Rhetoric: one by Hitler and one by Churchill. Both were more than slightly boring. And of course that had adverse effects on my writing. My summary was more than more than slightly boring. Reading it is like eating corn chips that have been open in your cupboard for about a year and three months – and no one even bothered to clothes-pin the bag shut. I would try to pour salsa (humor) on it to spice it up a bit, but it seems as though Mrs. Hanson doesn’t really like spicy food. Another words, allow me to drop the fishing metaphor and hit you with the pink border. (This quote taken from…? Clue – same as the title.)
Ok, it was actually a food metaphor, and instead of a pink border we’re heading towards a new subject. But the quote almost fits.
New Subject: I’m feeling that depressing nature that can only be thrust upon you when: 1) Your girlfriend says she just wants to be friends. 2) There are no more chiminychangas in the fridge for you to eat for dinner. 3) It’s a Sunday night and there’s school the next day.
Today happens to fall under number two and three for me. Doubly saddening.
Other duties to do tomorrow? Read for my OTHER SPANISH HOMEWORK (grrr!), play la guitarra for worship time tomorrow, hope Abe remembers to bring a guitar, sleep through Music History, and play basketball during school itself as well as tomorrow night.
But as for now…I’m going to go upstairs and try, yet again, to find something to eat. I’m still bitter about the lack of chiminychangas, but I guess you can’t win ’em all.
Here’s your lucubration for today: If you’re in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small little pumpkins. Maybe it’ll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.
its kels,
yes i was prank called tonite. who was that anyway? They were creepy. When i heard that message, i was like “omg guys, some creepy guy left me a message”. Abe said it was u guys tho.