So, for the next day of our retreat, we had breakfast, an Arts and Crafts activity(Ohh, Spoilsport didn't make that one any fun), Rock Climbing(which I LOVED), lunch, High Ropes(which I LOVED even MORE), a photo shoot, and a long drive home.
Ours was the first girl's cabin awake(which Spoilsport and Hippity Hop weren't too happy about), so we goofed off for awhile before heading down to brekkie. Just the normal bizarre dancing and weird accents.
Brekkie was boring, as none of my friends felt like breaking the rules this early in the morning, so we were forced to eat at separate tables. I was okay with it, though, as I managed to avoid Mini-Me, who was being very grumpy for the whole trip. She even said she didn't like the Kitty Bus song! How could she?!
Arts and Crafts was quite eventful, though not in a good way, because Spoilsport ended up knocked out during what probably was the most tame of activities at the camp. The boys(and Hippity Hop and me) got bored halfway through making kaleidoscopes, so we started tossing our finished Jacob's ladders around. Mrs. 7M didn't even care until Super Stupid(a classmate that I have not yet introduced) tossed MY Jacob's ladder in the wrong direction, and it kinda hit Spoilsport in the temple. Of course, I was blamed because it was my ladder.
Rock climbing was preluded by some bizarre 'teamwork' exercise, and the counselor said we did it 'very well.' Uh-huh. The actual rock climbing, I loved, as I am an adrenaline junkie and I yearn for my feet to not touch the ground.
Lunch was like a normal lunch, for once. No one burst into song, no one randomly stood up, commanding attention, then just sat down, and no one did any obscure movie references. It was weird.
High Ropes was AMAZING, doing a bunch of courses about thirty feet or more off the ground, and I had so much fun. They even had a zip line! Just before I went on the zip line, I screamed, "WHAT WOULD CHUCK NORRIS DO?!" and everyone laughed, which was a bit troublesome for some people, as they were in the midst of crossing perilous gaps.
The photo shoot took about an hour. Don't ask me why. All they were doing was lining up the whole grade to take one big group photo.
Penguin and I played Go Fish the whole way home, talking like vampires. Some girls who were sitting behind us were cracking up every time one of us said, "No, sir, I don't have any blood. Do you?"
Every time we had free time when we were there, all of my friends would sit on a fence in a row, then, in a wave, we'd stand up and say, "How ya doin'?" so that it was a wave of "How ya doin'?"'s. People tried to avoid us, but we went to a different fence every time. Haha, loooooossssseeeerrrrrssss.
Sayonara, everybody!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Wilderness.
Alrighty, yesterday I was too tired to post, so here's my post about the retreat.
The blurb has an okay amount of quotes, but if you come up with any more, I'll welcome it.
So, about the retreat. I was in the same group as Spoilsport, Hippity Hop, and Mini-Me. I was in the same cabin as Spoilsport, Hippity Hop, Twin #1(Twin#2 was sick), Kitty, Horsie, TWWOTF, NoName, and Bonita.
Horsie, NoName, and Bonita have not been introduced. Horsie loves horses, NoName has no interesting characteristics, and Bonita is pretty.
We did a lot of weird classes, three on the first day, three on the second day. We all ate meals together at big, circular tables. There was one hour of free time after the last activity of the first day and before dinner. After dinner, our cabins were given a topic to compose a skit about, then we all performed them, then we did a weird contest, then an hour of random entertainment, then a campfire that I slept through.
Now the details of the first day. Our first activity was with Mr. S(panish, just a reminder), and it was the low ropes course. We did a bunch of random courses that involved ropes and blocks of wood. Not very interesting.
Next was lunch, where all of my friends and I squeezed together at one table, despite the firm reminders from our teachers that we were not supposed to pull up chairs from other tables. We really didn't care.
Our second activity of the day was The Amazing race with Mr. 7SS, which was some odd timed contest in which we were forced to run around looking for "clues". I found this to be stupid and torturous, mainly because it involved running and I'd forgotten my inhaler.
Third activity, I can't remember. So ignore it.
I spent my free time climbing a rock wall and playing tetherball with Kitty. While playing tetherball, I was given a black eye by the ball. I love that game.
Dinner was interesting, because Kitty and I were all hyped up after sadistically slugging a ball on a rope at each other, so we sang "Stop in the Name Of Love" repeatedly until Mini-Me was begging for mercy. We were very hungry after that, as it's very hard to eat pizza while singing.
Making the skit was a longer part of the evening than we expected. Our topic was "a seventh-grade teacher talkshow." It was really fun. Here were the roles;
me=host
Hippity Hop= host
Spoilsport= studio audience
Bonita=studio audience
Kitty= Mr. S
NoName= Mrs. 7E
TWWOTF= Mr 7S
Horsie= Mr. 7SS
Twin# 1= Mrs. 7M
You can only imagine the chaos that ensued. Maybe I'll post the script later.
At the campfire that I slept through, apparently a lot of existing couples often had to be pulled out of their romance by teachers, and a lot of non-existing couples got together. Apparently, according to Horsie, an idiot that isn't important enough to be named tried to ask me out while I was sleeping, thinking I would be more likely to accept if I wasn't awake. Horsie says I replied with, "No way in hell, you rotten potato." Something like that.
When we went back to our cabins(which I was woken up in order to do, of course), Mrs. F let down her hair and started talking like an actual seventh grader. After a great deal of staring, we figured out that Mrs. F is the coolest French teacher ever and became friends with her. We even told her all five of Spoilsport's crushes(against Spoilsport's will).
Mrs. F even knows every couple that is together and got together that night. I think she could name more of them than I could. I've never really caught up with all the gossip going around. It took a month after Spoilsport and her "boyfriend" broke up last year for me to figure out they had been together.
I'll put the rest of the specifics up tomorrow. Sayonara, everybody!
The blurb has an okay amount of quotes, but if you come up with any more, I'll welcome it.
So, about the retreat. I was in the same group as Spoilsport, Hippity Hop, and Mini-Me. I was in the same cabin as Spoilsport, Hippity Hop, Twin #1(Twin#2 was sick), Kitty, Horsie, TWWOTF, NoName, and Bonita.
Horsie, NoName, and Bonita have not been introduced. Horsie loves horses, NoName has no interesting characteristics, and Bonita is pretty.
We did a lot of weird classes, three on the first day, three on the second day. We all ate meals together at big, circular tables. There was one hour of free time after the last activity of the first day and before dinner. After dinner, our cabins were given a topic to compose a skit about, then we all performed them, then we did a weird contest, then an hour of random entertainment, then a campfire that I slept through.
Now the details of the first day. Our first activity was with Mr. S(panish, just a reminder), and it was the low ropes course. We did a bunch of random courses that involved ropes and blocks of wood. Not very interesting.
Next was lunch, where all of my friends and I squeezed together at one table, despite the firm reminders from our teachers that we were not supposed to pull up chairs from other tables. We really didn't care.
Our second activity of the day was The Amazing race with Mr. 7SS, which was some odd timed contest in which we were forced to run around looking for "clues". I found this to be stupid and torturous, mainly because it involved running and I'd forgotten my inhaler.
Third activity, I can't remember. So ignore it.
I spent my free time climbing a rock wall and playing tetherball with Kitty. While playing tetherball, I was given a black eye by the ball. I love that game.
Dinner was interesting, because Kitty and I were all hyped up after sadistically slugging a ball on a rope at each other, so we sang "Stop in the Name Of Love" repeatedly until Mini-Me was begging for mercy. We were very hungry after that, as it's very hard to eat pizza while singing.
Making the skit was a longer part of the evening than we expected. Our topic was "a seventh-grade teacher talkshow." It was really fun. Here were the roles;
me=host
Hippity Hop= host
Spoilsport= studio audience
Bonita=studio audience
Kitty= Mr. S
NoName= Mrs. 7E
TWWOTF= Mr 7S
Horsie= Mr. 7SS
Twin# 1= Mrs. 7M
You can only imagine the chaos that ensued. Maybe I'll post the script later.
At the campfire that I slept through, apparently a lot of existing couples often had to be pulled out of their romance by teachers, and a lot of non-existing couples got together. Apparently, according to Horsie, an idiot that isn't important enough to be named tried to ask me out while I was sleeping, thinking I would be more likely to accept if I wasn't awake. Horsie says I replied with, "No way in hell, you rotten potato." Something like that.
When we went back to our cabins(which I was woken up in order to do, of course), Mrs. F let down her hair and started talking like an actual seventh grader. After a great deal of staring, we figured out that Mrs. F is the coolest French teacher ever and became friends with her. We even told her all five of Spoilsport's crushes(against Spoilsport's will).
Mrs. F even knows every couple that is together and got together that night. I think she could name more of them than I could. I've never really caught up with all the gossip going around. It took a month after Spoilsport and her "boyfriend" broke up last year for me to figure out they had been together.
I'll put the rest of the specifics up tomorrow. Sayonara, everybody!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Quotes?
I am still in desperate need of funny quotes from my blog for the blurb that you see above.
Tomorrow, I go back to the wilderness. No, not with Uncle Bigfoot and Auntie Rhymie this time, but at the seventh grade retreat. The way my life goes, however, they'll end up as chaperons.
Speaking of chaperons, the first dance of the school year is on September 25th. All of my friends are coming, but most of them are going for the social reasons, not to dance. Weirdos.
During my afternoon picnic today, it was just me and Penguin. Twin #1 was there for about two seconds before she was picked up, Twin#2 was nowhere in sight, and Hippity Hop was going to join us when some boys raced by, yelling at each other, and Hippity Hop went off to join them.
Apparently, Slush Pup had stolen Stutter's book, so Stutter was kinda pissed. It resulted in a game of Keep Away, the more Stutter suffered, the more people seemed to join. Eventually Stutter got his book back, and started whacking Slush with it quite violently.
It evolved into a fight, and Stutter won (oh, the teachers pretend to get mad when they tell us not to horseplay, but when it actually happens, they turn a blind eye.). Though Slush is more clever, Stutter won because he's actually a decent height while Slush is still about four foot two.
I don't really blame anyone for not joining the picnic today. I never bring food to school because I'd much rather mooch off my friends, and all Penguin had was a packet of half-melted gum.
So, back to the topic of the seventh grade retreat. I'll only be unable to post for one day, so don't worry about losing me. Not that you people really care anyway.
I'm very sleepy, so if you don't mind, just please put your favorite quotes from the blog in a comment.
Sayonara, everybody
Tomorrow, I go back to the wilderness. No, not with Uncle Bigfoot and Auntie Rhymie this time, but at the seventh grade retreat. The way my life goes, however, they'll end up as chaperons.
Speaking of chaperons, the first dance of the school year is on September 25th. All of my friends are coming, but most of them are going for the social reasons, not to dance. Weirdos.
During my afternoon picnic today, it was just me and Penguin. Twin #1 was there for about two seconds before she was picked up, Twin#2 was nowhere in sight, and Hippity Hop was going to join us when some boys raced by, yelling at each other, and Hippity Hop went off to join them.
Apparently, Slush Pup had stolen Stutter's book, so Stutter was kinda pissed. It resulted in a game of Keep Away, the more Stutter suffered, the more people seemed to join. Eventually Stutter got his book back, and started whacking Slush with it quite violently.
It evolved into a fight, and Stutter won (oh, the teachers pretend to get mad when they tell us not to horseplay, but when it actually happens, they turn a blind eye.). Though Slush is more clever, Stutter won because he's actually a decent height while Slush is still about four foot two.
I don't really blame anyone for not joining the picnic today. I never bring food to school because I'd much rather mooch off my friends, and all Penguin had was a packet of half-melted gum.
So, back to the topic of the seventh grade retreat. I'll only be unable to post for one day, so don't worry about losing me. Not that you people really care anyway.
I'm very sleepy, so if you don't mind, just please put your favorite quotes from the blog in a comment.
Sayonara, everybody
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
request...
I have a request for you peoples. I want to add a little blurb at the beginning of my blog for a "taste" of my blog. You know, like some quotes or something. From the blog. If you could leave some of your favorite quotes from here in a comment or something, it would be much appreciated.
On to the blabber for today. I was having my afternoon picnic(aka waiting to be picked up with my friends) with Penguin, Hippity Hop, and Twins(just a reminder, Twin #1= self confident, and Twin#2= self concious). I don't believe you've met Hippity Hop and Twins yet, but there you go.
Hippity Hop and I were talking about how we have the same backpack when along comes Slush Pup and Sir Limey Pants(another pair of people you don't know. Slush Pup is always cool as a cucumber, hence the cool name, and Sir Limey Pants... Well, let's just stop there.) come along. Slush Pup asks us why we always do this afternoon picnic thing.
I reply, "It's because we'd rather be mooching Penguin's toffee than trying barbarically to throw each other off of a narrow garden wall." Hippity Hop, who sometimes joins in this odd undertaking, was a bit disgruntled by this statement.
Twin #2 said timidly(why am I even adding that? She's always timid), "I-if you want, you're perfectly welcome to join us..." She then looked around, realizing the mistake she'd just made. None of us really mind Slush Pup because he's so funny, but Sir Limey is always a bit of a bore.
They sat next to us, Slush Pup cracking jokes willy-nilly and Sir Limey giving Slush the googly eyes. This is why we hate hanging with Slush and Sir Limey at the same time, because it seems that everyone except Sir Limey knows that Slush is not, will not, and never has been a lime, but Sir Limey just keeps getting gayer and gayer, never giving in to the truth.
Eventually Penguin snaps and yells, "Stop it, Sir Limey Pants, because we all know that Slush doesn't swing that way and you do! No matter how much you deny it, WE ALL KNOW!"
Sir Limey gets this blank look and starts going off on a tangent about how he's not gay, it's all in our heads, and we're all just wanting to scream, "You wear guyliner, you've been seen inside H&M, and you've clearly been in love with Slush since third grade. You're limier than a lime sundae with extra limes," but we hold it in.
After Sir Limey is picked up, we just start goofing off and waiting for parents.
Sayonara, everybody!
On to the blabber for today. I was having my afternoon picnic(aka waiting to be picked up with my friends) with Penguin, Hippity Hop, and Twins(just a reminder, Twin #1= self confident, and Twin#2= self concious). I don't believe you've met Hippity Hop and Twins yet, but there you go.
Hippity Hop and I were talking about how we have the same backpack when along comes Slush Pup and Sir Limey Pants(another pair of people you don't know. Slush Pup is always cool as a cucumber, hence the cool name, and Sir Limey Pants... Well, let's just stop there.) come along. Slush Pup asks us why we always do this afternoon picnic thing.
I reply, "It's because we'd rather be mooching Penguin's toffee than trying barbarically to throw each other off of a narrow garden wall." Hippity Hop, who sometimes joins in this odd undertaking, was a bit disgruntled by this statement.
Twin #2 said timidly(why am I even adding that? She's always timid), "I-if you want, you're perfectly welcome to join us..." She then looked around, realizing the mistake she'd just made. None of us really mind Slush Pup because he's so funny, but Sir Limey is always a bit of a bore.
They sat next to us, Slush Pup cracking jokes willy-nilly and Sir Limey giving Slush the googly eyes. This is why we hate hanging with Slush and Sir Limey at the same time, because it seems that everyone except Sir Limey knows that Slush is not, will not, and never has been a lime, but Sir Limey just keeps getting gayer and gayer, never giving in to the truth.
Eventually Penguin snaps and yells, "Stop it, Sir Limey Pants, because we all know that Slush doesn't swing that way and you do! No matter how much you deny it, WE ALL KNOW!"
Sir Limey gets this blank look and starts going off on a tangent about how he's not gay, it's all in our heads, and we're all just wanting to scream, "You wear guyliner, you've been seen inside H&M, and you've clearly been in love with Slush since third grade. You're limier than a lime sundae with extra limes," but we hold it in.
After Sir Limey is picked up, we just start goofing off and waiting for parents.
Sayonara, everybody!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Vhat?
I have lost my purpose in life. No, not because Spoilsport's leaving. I've totally gotten over that now. We've exchanged E-mails, so things should be all right.
Nothing unusual has happened to me today. NOTHING. No dive bombing kitties. No klutzy accidents. You might say I've actually had a normal Saturday. I have not felt the inclination to do the Gertrude Dance even once today.
Uh, excuse me, what did I just say? I think I might just have spouted something SANE. Horror, horror. Wait here while I go whack myself in the head in an attempt to recover my insanity.
Ow. That didn't help at all. I guess I'll have to do the Gertrude Dance several times over in order to go back to my normal ways.
Wait, I don't want to be normal. I want to get weirder, because my life today is distinctly lacking in oddity.
I don't really feel like doing the Gertrude Dance, though.
Okay, I've got to stop that. Bad brain.
Being normal is kind of refreshing, though.
SHUT UP.
Please don't exhibit that rude behavior towards me.
SHUT UP. BAD, BAD BRAIN!
Ow.
Haha, That's what you get for being normal! Ow. I've got to remember that it's me I'm whacking, too.
Good bye-
WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU?!
*my normal side retreats to the corner and pouts*
Good brain. Sayonara, Everybody!
Nothing unusual has happened to me today. NOTHING. No dive bombing kitties. No klutzy accidents. You might say I've actually had a normal Saturday. I have not felt the inclination to do the Gertrude Dance even once today.
Uh, excuse me, what did I just say? I think I might just have spouted something SANE. Horror, horror. Wait here while I go whack myself in the head in an attempt to recover my insanity.
Ow. That didn't help at all. I guess I'll have to do the Gertrude Dance several times over in order to go back to my normal ways.
Wait, I don't want to be normal. I want to get weirder, because my life today is distinctly lacking in oddity.
I don't really feel like doing the Gertrude Dance, though.
Okay, I've got to stop that. Bad brain.
Being normal is kind of refreshing, though.
SHUT UP.
Please don't exhibit that rude behavior towards me.
SHUT UP. BAD, BAD BRAIN!
Ow.
Haha, That's what you get for being normal! Ow. I've got to remember that it's me I'm whacking, too.
Good bye-
WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU?!
*my normal side retreats to the corner and pouts*
Good brain. Sayonara, Everybody!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Sob.
Spoilsport's moving to Washington at New Year's.
You don't actually expect me to write the goodbye phrase now, do you?
You don't actually expect me to write the goodbye phrase now, do you?
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