Sunday, August 06, 2006

Cat class today was games.
According to Clare, Jeryl didn't come because he had sailing com.

BWAHAHA. He has the worst luck ever.
He misses all the game sessions.

Fisrt we played eagle and chicken game.
Paul was the mother hen. HA.

Then he got really protective, and stacked chairs in front of us.
Like, PUSH. And topple and all the chairs falls.
All the other groups got really mad and started picking on us.

BAD MOVE.

The guys were all wiped out cause they were behind.
Then Paul started to wrestle it out with other catechist.

Gerry helped.
Then Moses came and dragged me out of the line by my waist.
Cheryl and Judith pulled me back.

Got really confusing. Pushing and screaming and pullin and bumping.
Moses gave up pulling me when Paul started to tickle him.


We lost anyway.

After that was dog and bone.
THEN poison ball.

Poison ball rocked.
Michael rules at that.
He was the lone survivor.

He jumps around like a shrimp, but hey, it WORKS.
Clare always gets hit at the last moment, then she goes, AHH.
Then shes out.


At mass, we sit behind a woman.
AND. FOR THE LOVE OF GAD.
WHY DO WE ALWAYS SIT NEAR THESE *toot*?

She keeps turning around, turning and turning.
Everytime any of us open our mouths, she TURNS.
WHAT THE HELL IS HER PROBLEM?

Then when Meshie and Clares gang started talking,
she turns and tells ME and Phyllis

: Girls, do you know you are making alot of noise?
IT IS VERY DISTRACTING. CANNOT KEEP QUIET
FOR HOUR ISSIT?

Then she turns back and looks angry but smug.
Phyllis starts cursing her in the worst way possible.

She then reports this to Clare and her friends.
Everyone then proceded to stare at the woman in that way.
The look of pure disgust.

Then we ignore her.
Clare and friends continue to talk.
The woman looked like she was gonna blow.

After mass, the *toot* told some warden guy that we made,
a helluva noise.

Then he scolded the whole group of us.
*toot* her. Goes Phyllis. Then off she goes again.
MY EARS! Heh.

Anyway, i got a white pants for ND.
Im happy. Ohyeah.


I COULD BOOK YOUR FLIGHT
AND PACK YOUR BAGS IF YOU WANT
A ONE WAY TICKET OUTTA MY LIFE

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