That's Wicked Pissah

What is a day without laughter? A very boring one at that, anyone could figure that one out (a-der). Today was an almost exquisite day, an extraordinary day at that. No, no, I really don't know what to describe this day with. Well, anyways, I can' think of a day where I haven't laughed, even if it was the slightest bit. Why have I brought up this subject of matter you ask? What fine question you ask world viewers (especially those Pakistanis who keep visiting). It all starts with a quiet eventful dawning of the sun.................

After a long night of Survivor finale (in which Sandra won, being the first ever two time winner), I was awoken by my dad. I moseyed my way out of bed and schlepped around the house and eventually worked my way into the car. Car you ask? I was at my dad's house, and something told me that the bus wasn't going to drive another half an hour to pick up my sister and me. Besides that, when I arrived at school, I was quiet almost too quiet, in sort of an ominous type of way. I store into the display case like a stone figure, hoping every bypasser wouldn't ask but just move there way along. Ages after, school began. As normal, walking in my daily rut, go into science for content seminar (don't ask, our school is 'special'). Three I completely blow-off the whole period of bridge building. And what am I doning to blow-off this period, simple: I am gluing my finger tips with hot glue with my friend Gir Affe. Sure people looked at me, US, weirdly but who cares. For heaves sake I have sung my heart out with my group member (we will be VICTORIOUS!!!). Oh good times. Sure I can give my science teacher a hard time sometimes but he still lets me pass with a decent A+. After my excruciatingly fun content seminar, I stay in the same class, for science. Here I occaisonally mingle with my neighbor, usually I think to myself, random thoughts. But today I looked at each person and guess what they were doing. Megan- doodling vigoriously, Sarah- thinking of when she'll become the president, or some CEO, Brianna- doing ELA homework due today Allison- Bored as usual, passing notes to Sarah, saying 'what should I draw' (and she wonders why she gets handed a bad report card :-/). There were many others but now it's time to move onto period 3....and I AM DOONEESE! Haha, no. As much of a similarity it is, we don't reference it to "her". While we do our warm-ups our math tecaher tries to make us laugh with her little 'hilarious' events. Oh Rosemary! Then again, I can get on this teaher's nerves sometimes too, with my fanatic, incessant beat-boxing skills. Deep down she loves it (I really doubt that). You keep rockin' this world Double D! Then strolls along ELA (English Language Arts). Where we are told to depict our assigned chapters and 'preform' them to the class, seeing we are ahead. While my teacher leaves to go to the office for a quick second Gir Affe makes me start crack up laughing. She is acting out the Spirit Bear, oh gosh hahahaha. Anywho my teacher returns and yells out "I have good news!" Assuming it doesn't pertain to me (moi in french), I silently ignore her. But then I look up and she is staring right at me. In her left hand is a blue-faced postcard, reading my crongratulations. I have now just been published for poetry my second time. I was ecstatic! Nearing the end of the class my teacher calls on me to read next in the book. So I start reading: flawless. Almost every time I read aloud to the class I trip upon my words; I look like a retar---sorry---stupid-head? I have to get used to this new 'retard' rule. Anywho I was flustered not believeing that I was reading with not one stumble! Sadly ELA had reached it's end. Now I rushe---not yet---before we got out my teacher had me and another student go and retrieve delectable deserts. As a reward I was given a cookie! Bonus! Now I was off to lunch, as I set down my binders to the kid who is always upstairs eating lunch because he got in trouble. I was quite perplexed as to see I had no drink in my lunchbox. In an attempt I ask my friend across the table to give me his extra drink,....success. After lunch I had gym. Oh gym. I love the solo parts of it seeing that I am always left standing alone with no partner, *sigh*. But when it comes to team participating games like volleyball I can emplode. I just get so frusterated with my other ignorant, -unathletic- peers. I will start yelling, not tah much but,...I'm not going to get into it. Thankfully gym reached its end, and I was off to the nurse for my eye-test. In which I scored a perfect 100, psyche! Now I dashed up the stairs to geography. It was kind of dull, except for the fact I got my favorite country to say for my project: Mozambique. After geography school was over. When I entered the yellow beast, I was smacked in the face with a wall of dead fish smell. I pressed my way to my seat and immediately opened the windows, yikes. To my surprise my theatre partner sat next to me on the bus. Trust me us together, bad idea, but can brew up a ton of laughs. Oh Stephanie, you make me laugh. Then while on the bus I was stared at quite weirdly, seeing I only had a gazillion snacks in my bag to eat. They thought I was a walking vending machine, haha, no, I wish I was, how cool would that be?! To my surprise the bus ride ended. So did my day of laughter, or so I thought. To next time! This was Jon, yes the (mmm italics) JON. I suppose I should go now, I will listen to the radio (specifically Alejandro by Lady Gaga on right now), and think about how long this post was. -------I'm sure there are a BAZILLION writing errors in this, darn slow keyboard!