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Thursday, 22 November 2007 @ 6:25 pm Drama Festival, Shaman King again, and 'Other Stuff' It's coming up soon. Tomorrow, in fact, periods 3 to 6. We miss Japanese, Science and History! Huzzah. We had our dress rehearsal today. I'm a neighbour, and I also read out this letter in my supposedly 'nice, clear and you don't mumble' voice. I wear this long brown gypsy-ish skirt, with my white winter uniform shirt and a green cardigan. The colour scheme is tree-like, but everyone says I look like a mum. Or a nun. >.> Whatever. Seriously! SHAMAN KING IS AWESOME. But wayyyyy random, dude. I'm starting to sound like a try-hard somestereotypeoranother. I almost forgot how to spell it. I was like, 'Steryotype? Steyrotype? WTFBBQOMG???' Anyhow. Onto the 'Other Stuff' now! The thing is...there is no 'Other Stuff.' That's the lamest joke I've ever told. Oh, yeah! I have something to share! *waves hand in air* PICK ME, MISS! We were painting backdrops for the play, right? In the artroom, after school? Well, before that, I was in the computer room, making music on GarageBand and doing random stuff...and then I realised that my ride home, Phoebe, wasn't there. I scoured the school for her, and finally found her. I was quite livid by the time I did! Anyhow, we went into the artroom and did some backdrops. While they were wiping down the tables, I asked about what I could do. They said, "Entertain us!" So I did. I said, "How did the chicken cross the road?" "HOW?" "DON'T YOU MEAN WHY?" "Oh. Yeah." "But how did it cross the road?" I looked at them and started cackling...and thought of something rather morbid, yet strangely...THRILLLLLIINNNGGG...no, it's just lame. I said, "In a cat's mouth!" "But then it's dead, right?" "Nah, it's still a chicken. Technically, it's still crossing the road." -SILENCE- "This is turning into a philosophy lesson." And ja. That's the 'Other Stuff.' |