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We played this game where you have to just keep asking questions, but you can't make any statements. The first person to mess up sits down, and a new challenger approaches. The questions have to be related somehow, though. I shut down a few freshmen (quite quickly) before my friend Victoria got up. We ended up tying, with both of us laughing so hard we couldn't get the words out. My final question: Who's your daddy? I was laughing so hard she didn't hear me. It's Monday and I'm laughing my sorry butt off?! Astounding! Volleyball game with almost no one there? Brilliant! I had more fun than I expected all day. I even managed to do really well on the mile, which is why I was falling asleep during english. I nearly collapsed while I was running at one point. A pole saved me, oddly.
I had no idea the school's macaroni was so good. It was $4 to get into the game instead of $2 like Spitz said. Ah, well, watching him dance to the BM fight song was good enough. Again, me laughing my butt off at a teacher on Monday?! ASTOUNDING! Hmm....I hope I can finish my book tomorrow. I love book orders heart
Ah, prattling on yet again...I need to work on my english stuff. Facinating ideas, but I ended up going with my 3rd choice. I figured I might as wellnot completely depress myself with my other ideas. Pure curiosity. So what are the effects of a good social life on the longevity of the elderly? They live longer, and they're healthier.
I was actually inspired while picking up my macaroni. I was remembering this article I had read about how babies who weren't held much and such weren't as healthy as babies who were held much. This springing from that nasty little voice in my head that constantly whines about never being hugged, wondering (briefly) if that applied to teenagers too (which it might possibly. I did alot of reading during class. The things I found were facinating). Then I remembered another article about old people, social lives, and longevity. Hence, the topic.
Poor Amal. Apparently, she's desperate for a boyfriend. I don't pity her one bit, though. She's pretty, she's kinda popular, she's a Jayette. They'll flock eventually. Whereas, I can't even get a guy to Neat n Sweet (and she has a date already). So, for the millionth time, I wanted to turn around and tell her to shut up and stop whining about being single for a few months. Also complains everytime she gets a teeny tiny zit. And I'm talking microscopic see-it-from-2-milimeters-away kinda of zit. One day, I'm gonna tell her to get over herself. then I'm going to tell her she can say it right back at me. And then I'll kindly point her in the direction of a few other people who need it said to their faces (ie Jackie)
"No one's there"
~nepie
 nepie · Wed Nov 08, 2006 @ 03:54am · 0 Comments |
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