Blind Ambitions

That title is irrelevant to my actual topic, but I am rather tired and got this title from a little buisness card I see in this nifty little Rolodex my family owns. Today I saw Star Wars along with Cielle and my oldest brother, Micheal, we had all not seen it, except Cielle (who has some news for you all, you may not be pleasured to hear.) But as movies go, this one definetly went, and well. It was most certainly an improvment from the last new Star Wars movies, I appreciate George Lucas' attempt at creating the background for his original movies though. At times there was a very cheesy moment, but not to ruin it for others, I didn't laugh. Overall, its action and suspense, never allowed me to fall into boredom. After this event we both moved along to the next event, a BBQ at Cielle's. The guests were late so while we waited we chatted with Cielles brother and friend, oh and had a FANTASTIC LIGHTSABER DUEL, using mops from a cabnet, they worked quite well, and we did a nice rendition of the final fight scene.

Just because everyones doing it, doesn't make it O.K.

Ouch

Ow! I was just outside watering plants and chasing a loose rabbit, who can't stay in my backyard. Now my feet have enormous gashes and are a bit sore from sliding on pine needles. I suppose thats what I get for not wearing feet.

Brawl

Yesterday, as Cielle had stated, was rather exciting. I witnessed two or three brawls over minor issues, that I found funny. Both took place in my language class, I was involuntarily sandwich between squabbling students discussing matters of how abundant their language skills were. In the same class only a short bit later, two kids started fighting over who would be the one to turn out the lights, in order to see the projector better. This was a wildly random quarrel and my teacher was prepared to quickly end it. Over this same projector, in language, the class discussed how nice our teachers new overhead was, compared to her other, and this discussion dragged on for much longer then it really should have.
My friends and I usually spend our break and lunch in the courtyard, because it is where we can best entertain ourselves, take today for example: we were calmly enjoying the 80 degree weather by sitting on a table, and suddenly, as quick as a fly moves about, our peace was rashly shattered. A kid (Marty!) had cleared the bushes, just jumped right over them spontaneously and landed bottom first into the inappropriately placed trashcan. It was something tremendously hilarious, seeing that a teacher supervisor was watching the scene quite closely. He had cleared the hedges but didn't make it over the trashcan, he landed and scrunched the plastic can as well as knocking it over. Its dirty day old contents emerged and they lay strewn about on the concert courtyard floor. A passerby with astonishingly bright red hair, made a very nice remark after this incident, "That was an excellent 360 twist into trash, nice!"
I gained a new obsession for neatly folding my paper product garbage after lunch before admitting it into the trashcan or recycling bin.

Hey, what do you know, I had a good day.

Today was my first day of school this week, seeing as I was sick Monday and Tuesday (I had a cold). So I got back to school and got many cheerful “hey, Cielles back” s, from friends, and some random people I don’t know too well (William Polickof, that’s you). I got all caught up on homework, in all my classes, thanks to my friend who let me copy her notes, and the fact that there wasn’t all that much homework. The day was filled with strange little happenings, that only Lacey and I would appreciate and think funny (Lacey will probably post such things tonight). I just have to comment on one thing Lacey won’t write, Daniel, you’re a bastard for taking my trench coat! No, its fine, we did end up having a good time in class today, while distracting the band kids with our fun costumes.

After school was more exciting, I think. First of all I didn’t have to bring home my backpack, because of my lack of homework, and while waiting for my bus, got to play with balloons, with Lissy and Scott. I was really fortunate that I have to walk from the bus stop to my house today because it was a beautiful day, and I had my CD player, and a cheerful upbeat tune to listen to (Apples in Stereo). Almost immediately after going home, we when to the park for a retirement party, for a guy my dad works with, at the same park that is just minutes away from Lacey’s house. Before Lacey came I was pretty bored, having to sit and listen to my dad TRY to talk to retired people, about the movie Blazing Saddles, I kept myself busy by writing the lyrics to Absolutely Cuckoo on the paper conveniently placed on the table for coloring, there were even crayons ( I have a feeling that the paper was put there for the kids, and not the retired green house workers). Once Lacey walked over, things started getting exciting, we fed a squirrel a cream puff and went on the swings, although we could not swing long, because of Lacey’s week stomach. We then took a brief walk to our friend Scott’s hose, and on the way saw a wild bunny, and a bunch of plastic beebees. Unfortunately, Scott was not around, and we were unable to start up another balloon game. After that, we walked back went home, yada yada, called Nevare, Lacey went home, and I blogged. Exciting?

A find.

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Tonight as I was lying all alone in deep seated quiet, I noticed the remarkably soothing sensation, of sizzling food. My mom had been cooking something delicious in a saucepan and it sizzled happily in the pan. It was just as soothing as a garden fountain.

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Backwards!!!!

Here is a trick, if I write bottom to top it is a bit more difficult to read because, your eyes arn't used to it. Try it and don't complain, comment!

(Hint: Just try, come on, you don't need help.)

Oh, and this is a one time thing.

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It sounds a bit like yoda talk, but in a much more mixed up deformed way. Enjoy!

Theme Song

Hey everyone, heres the theme song for The Adventures Of Pete And Pete, the version they play at the begining of the show

my outlandish dream

My outlandish dream, I was so stunned by the fact I could remember it, and quite well too. Normally I will know I had a dream but could not remember it or at least only a bit of it. But the dream I gripped dearly onto last night came vividly back to me in the morning I could call to mind the whole background (scenery) the movement, faces, story line, details and best of all dialogue. My dream featured a variety of plots but it had a central theme, and that was travel. At one point I was in my hometown, soon I was walking in a soon to be suburbia. As the dream carried on, I was led into a battlefield, with some other friends, we were going to work at the BATTLEFIELD INN AND RESTURANT. I catered to some older folks, and I couldn't understand them at all so I just nodded. Then big bombs sounded in the distnace and outside I saw a giant cannon firing huge artillery in the air, sparks flew, and the noise was dreadful. They were loading the cannons with deflated baseballs and softballs, and firing them randomly at the fort a t the Portland zoo 90 some miles away. Very exciting.
Not only were there weird happenings in this dream but also weird dialogue, and I am proud to have remembered it, here is a funny one:

Friend: I can't believe you!
Me: Why not?
Friend: Don't ask me!
Me: Why not?
Friend: I can't answer so hard of questions.
Me: alright.
-Later-
Friend: Sorry I yelled at you, here is some coffee.
Me: This definitely makes up for it, thank you.
Friend: No problems enjoy yourself.

Tonight, I went with Cielle, her mom, and my mom to a dance shoe, Cool Shoes There were swing dances, lindy dances, ballroom, foxtrot, cultural dances, and retro all packed into one little showing on campus. My brothers robotics pal was one of the main dancers in the program, Shawn Fels, just the other day I saw him coming out of the dance hall (probably tuning up for his big night) He was in all the Cool Shoes dance routines. To let you know, OSU has the biggest social dance group in the northwest.

I Write Now!

So here I am at home, it’s 8:18, and I am waiting for my friends mom to come and get me, and take us to school. This proses can be quite annoying, as I am ready by 8:00 and am not picked up until 8:40, and that time is often moved back about 5-10 min. because, well lets be honest, my friend (and her mom) take a lot of time to get ready. Don’t think that I am complaining, Its OK, this gives me time to blog, with I have been neglectful in doing for the last couple of days. Their my be a reason for not writing though, I have nothing to write about.

Well, ill talk about my day yesterday. As Lacey mentioned below, we began the 3 hour long Anne Frank movie, and think god for that, because I was unable to think yesterday. I guess I really didn’t have to think much at all yesterday, I skipped half my classes and went to the art festival at the high school. This experience was quite enjoyable, even though not many of my friends went, and I was forced to walk around with my friend Matt, and his friends, one of with was the fidgety boy Lacey spook of in her last blog. Despite their not being as much as art as I was led to believe their would be, and running out of fruit and cookies, it was very enjoyable. Most of the time was spent wondering about the school, listening to the band in the courtyard ( and Daniel, the fidgety guy, saying “I know this song” every time the band went into a new song), and trying to paint each other with the paint, at the “paint with your face section. One girl, came up with a handful of paint and hit Matt right in the ear. Yes, it was quite pleasurable, except being told, over and over again when I got back to school, “you have paint on your face”.

I would like to take a moment to talk more in depth about my phobias, as Lacey mentioned. The one about not being able to be touched on the wrist is very true, and is probably my worst phobia. The others are, I always have to have mints with me, because I’m frightened of bad breath, I can never be around sick people, because I am afraid I will catch something from them (and I’m afraid of puke), a lot of the time I have to have pain killers with me, and usually never eat any of them, and when I was much younger, I constantly had bandages on my fingers because I was frightened my finger nails would fall off. Yes I am very strange.

Wednesday

In humanities we began the depressing movie biography of Anne Frank. At least we didn’t have to pay extreme attention or write an essay afterwards. For that I am thankful. Yesterday the boy sitting next to me was being a bit of a fidget. He had a severe case of the jitters it appeared, and he insisted the caffeine pill he took during lunch was kicking in. Anyway his extremely hyper self became a bit of a nuisance and really distracting to the presenters in the front of the room, they would look over at him and he'd be bouncing, wiggling and writhing in his chair. My eyes could not divert from his quick movements. Oi!
Last night Cielle had been discussing possible phobias she had, one was; it was painful and scary to her, if anyone were to grab her wrists, and so on. Then awkwardly enough, the Edge column in the living today was specifically naming strange phobias one might have.
In PE I refused to play Dodgeball the correct way so instead I went outside. Outside, though, was quite gloomy and wet, so I stood under an overhang as the rain softly drizzled onto the deep puddles on the pavement. I decided I really didn't want to stand for 30 minutes so I went to walk the track. All of a sudden the soft rain melted away and down out of the gray shot heavy torrents of rain falling practically in blankets on the soaking ground. T soaked me the instant it fell, just like any sudden downpour you may see in the Midwest that transform to flash floods instantaneously. Luckily this abrupt change in the weather, only lasted about a minute, and soon the blue sky showed through break ups in the dark clouds. Even larger puddles were formed from this downpour some 2-3 inches deep. These rain pools reflected the puffy clouds above and since they were so wide, when I stood somewhat centered in them I starred into a vast sky of clouds under my feet, to me it was rather pleasing. (This was just the first rainfall I witnessed the second, a pelting hailstorm raged for a few minutes pounding on the top of my bus)

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(Speaking of buses!) On the way home today I was paying particularly close attention to this one girls situation, she had lost her pencil a very special pencil that she liked very much, and the thing was she had just had it a moment ago. She tossed and turned as she frantically searched in between the crack of the seat, in her backpack, on the floor, in the pathway and anywhere else possible, except one very obvious location. I could see the pencil sticking straight out of the textbook she was holding, she kept opening and closing her textbook, but in the same place each time so she never saw it. Even after the 15 minute bus ride she still had not found it, and she was devastated still over this pencil, when I told her it was inside her textbook she wouldn't believe me, hopefully she'll find it soon enough.

I can put pictures on

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Originally uploaded by Lacey_and_Cielle.

Thank you Lacey!

This is far to late for a child of my age!

Oh for goodness sakes, I don't want to blog NOW! So I won't, I think I will just go sleep, yes, yes that sounds nice.

May, hey.

I'd have to say Mondays bring the most gloom to people, my Spanish class was like visiting an old folk's home. Its usually spontaneous and demented comedic ways, were not abundant today, and the faces of my classmates were dulled to only a simple blankness.
Later this week we will be watching the ABC 2001 version of Anne Frank, though today we watched a rather graphic and gruesome movie about the holocaust, and watching it before lunch didn't do wonders for my soon sick stomach. Showing pictures of cut open heads of people who were in the concentration camps can scare a fellow.
After this fine movie we will enjoy, Friday is the large eighth grade incentive party, they reward us for our good behavior by throwing us a major bash! Though to Cielle and I, along with many other eighth graders spending a whole school day, when we aren’t having real school, seems pointless. So we aren’t going.

Today I came home, and what to my wondering eyes should I find…but my own guitar, it is all mine! Yes, today I received an acoustic guitar, so now I can play it 6/7 (not 24/7) and really make my fingers rock solid with calluses, so they tingle whenever I touch something, damn fingers! Right now it hurts to type.
Nothing happened today, really, See how I just made a bunch of something out of nothing?

Flickr

Now our flickr is set up, ready for view. So please look at them here.

Portland Trip

This is a tad confusing it is both of us writing, you see we are on a trip together, Portland. So the color of our text is pinkish. Yesterday, we had hours to spare before Cielles big show, we wandered around in Everyday Music on Sandy, Cielle bought the Eels CD, Dasies of the Galaxy ($8.50!) Then went to Music Millenium and recieved free items (buttons). Last night, Friday the 13th there was a concert being held at the Loveland theatre by Burnside. It was the rock and roll camp for girls big night, 15 bands performed from 7 to 9pm, Cielle played bass in the band Hott Pink on Fire. Despite the band name they came through alright, and many other bands we could not say the same for. After the concert, we came out in extreme readiness to celebrate, by going to...Burgerville. Swed.

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Today is the Alberta St. Fair, and we will be attending the parade that follows afterward. We advise anyone who reads this blog, from the time we post this until the end of the fair, (probably no one) to join in the fun of Alberta. Please. Thanks.

Tomorrow= Portland again, but this time Powells is a definate place to be. Everyday music (again, can you believe it?) (oop I can't) (sorry) (whatever).

Also, its been rather rainy this weekend so far, and we don't think we like it.

turn the tables

Today, at first I thought would be wonderful because I would be able to come home early and finally get things done. It turned out just the opposite. I was picked up, at 1:46 and we had to run a few minor errends, but our beloved toyota camry spontaneously combusted and started smoking horribly. Shocked, we pulled aside and walked to the grocery across the street, where we were greeted bymy mothers friend of which I am not to fond of. The next thing we're are doing, is I am being dragged about Corvallis, in his car, towing the toyota to the dealer, and so forth. When we finally returned home, what time was it, its was 4:00 pm the same time I get home each day.

At the grocery in line, the lady behind me, said allowed, "Oh my god," in a deep depressed sullen tone. I turned to see if maybe she was reading a tabloid, as they are usually scattered about near the check in. I found an odd headline on the Weekly World News "Elvis is Alive, and Running for President!!" I watched the lady grab it from the rack, and shake her head in dismay. I too shook my head, they have worn the, Elvis is alive phrase to the bone, but also it makes no sense.

My trip to Portland!

So, I just got back from Portland, it was a very enjoyable trip, on the whole, even though I was only there for 3 hours. Well, before I went to Portland, I had to go to school. School today was actually quite pleasant, it was only half the day because today was the home track meet. So all of our classes were shortened, and in a jumbled order, that the school board thought made sense. In most classes we just sat and talked, because were did not have enough time for an actual lesson plan. So I left to go to Portland at 1:30, as opposed to the usual 2:30. On the way up we listened to The Beatles, Neutral Milk Hotel, and The Smiths. When we got into town, we had an hour to burn so, I went to Finigans and bought a harmonica (in C) and a small rubber tapir (you know, the thing that looks like an aardvark). After that I went to my weekly thing that involves playing the bass and eating Ohdwalla bars (it went well). When that was over, we drove home, on the way back we listened to The Decemberists, Belle & Sebastian, and the Postal Service. Yes, it was a lovely trip, short, but lovely.


P.S
Thank you to the couple in the car behind us, who flipped us off. You had every right to, you were tailgating us, when we were going 5 miles over the speed limit, I guess that’s not fast enough for you.

Odd.

Also, today, when I returned home from school, I found a curious ornge flyer, stuck in our doorhandle. It was an advertisment for Papa Johns, saying, "Take your bike off some sweet jumps...then come to Papa Johns for a great deal. Flippin sweet!" along with other lines from Napolean Dynamite even a random little box containing, "Vote for Pedro."

This movie is beginning to bug me with its sudden popularity, when at first it was in a tiny movie theater, not getting very much attention until now.

Tuesday. Obviously

As drug out as Mondays tend to be yesterday was even more so, what with the heavy rain and gray sky ominously laying overhead all day. Lunch was again for the second school day in a row miserable indoors. School went as normal, but during PE our college student substitute seemed to have lost track of his mind, he was entranced by the dodge-ball game, and was remiss in his duty to check on the students he allowed outdoors. I sat out in the dismal gray outside under an overhang all period, not once noticed or pestered to do some meaningless physical education.
Later at guitar lessons my teacher taught me so many useful notes I was able to play a song. For Emily by Simon and Garfunkle D, C,G,E, A (all in major) repeat , quite simple. I also learned Yolanda Girl by none other then the Beatles. After practicing I was somewhat forced to show him my compositions on our new keyboard. So I did this, and I was rather surprised of how excited he became over the two songs I had him listen to. He kept nodding his head, smiling gaily, and tilting his head back as to take it all in. I also notice his heels were once completely lifted of the floor and then quickly placed back firmly on the floor.

He also kept saying , "Ah yes, this is like the new age music, bum bum bum, yes, very soothing." Then "this is the kind of music I put on in order to fall asleep." I wasn't sure if I should have been pleased by this comment, or angered. I was over all delighted by his enthusiasm, but it was a tad abnormal for a grown man of 60+.

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Today, you heard it below that's the news. Although today's lunch was a bit more exciting, you see, our friend was DJ for our lunch and so we were able (even though it wasn't allowed) to eat our home-packed lunches in the radio room with him. Though it was a small room, it pleased us to be in a different space, secluded from the children banging around in the cafeteria and signing up for football.

Nothing to blog about?

I’m so very sorry, I did not write yesterday. I was busy with my school agenda, and then I had to do homework, damn you civil war, again! Not to mention I was overwhelmed with grief, because my dog is most likely going to die. Well, sooner then we thought, you see, this is what happened (not that you care). So a while ago we discovered a few lumps on the little creature, the vet said it was normal, but then more and more came, we took him back to the vet, and he said “that’s not good”, and scheduled Dexter to get them removed yesterday. So my mom picked my up, and with her eyes still a bit moist, informed me that there were to many tumors and there were most likely more. He is coming home tonight, and he will have puss spewing, crusty tumors all over him, that will leak all over the house. If he is so miserable and it seems pointless to keep him alive, we will put him down. I could go on talking about “if this happens, then we will do this” and so on, but that would be depressing for everyone. So, in other news, I am at school right now, writing my blog when I should be doing my homework, but homework is dull, and blogging is not, so I will blog. Next period I will be dancing, that is fun. More fun then the civil war, well, some of it. In the hall today, Matt chased people with a slug he found outside, it was splendid! Joe is a baby, really, who’s afraid of a slug? I really don’t have too much to blog about at the moment, as you can see, but I will keep doing it anyway. So tomorrow lacey and I are skipping school and going to Portland for the day, then coming back! We are also going on Friday through Sunday, it will be super fantastic!

OH Ludicrous.

Enjoy!
The biggest thrill I received all weekend was seeing the movie E.T. for the first time. I can't believe it was my first time either, I knew all about it but had never seen the whole thing. And this upsets me because both of my brothers were E.T. fanatics as well as Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles extremists. Out of all the moments throughout my childhood I had the chance of watching it, while my brothers were day and night, I never took a glance at it. I huddled in the shadows of the dark T.V room and thought it was the scariest movie anyone could ever dream of watching, so now I feel fulfilled for watching the whole shebang, but at the same moment, can't see why my brothers enjoyed it so.
I did watch it with one of my brothers, (Brandon) he gets very excited, very quickly and very easily and as we concentrated on the television screen, I would turn my head to him at random moments and see him cringing with excitement, tongue-tied and giddy. It was all so funny, my brother and the movie together made a whole new show, like Mystery Science Theatre, all over again.
He refused to watch the remastered version of E.T. on the DVD so we watched the original version, which in his and my taste is the better of the two. I've heard and seen for myself what they secretly do in the remastered versions of older movies, and it sometimes helps and sometimes ruins it for the whole. In the E.T. remastered version, they replace the machine guns with walkie-talkies and I find this to be mysteriously odd, why would they need to do that, is it at all necessary? That was the biggest unnecessary change I noticed between the remastered and the original. It's exactly like the digitally remastered elements in the Star Wars films; they take out all the old ways of special effects and replace it with modern computer imagery. In Star Wars episode 1, they change the giant Jaba the Hut into a newly computerized Jaba, who looks completely out of place, in the scene when Han Solo is talking to Jaba the Hut about a ship. But I believe they make remastered movies to get you to buy this new enhanced version of beloved movies.
Also while at Hollywood video collecting, well, videos, we (my bother and I) spotted, a large group of movie-loving college students. They looked at every new release, recent release and any other movie on high display, and gave it their personal rate, out of 5 stars. Even kids movies such as, The Series of Unfortunate Events and National Treasure, they rated, horror, Drama, Comedy, old an new, bad and good, it seemed they had seen every movie in the store, So now I still ask myself why were they there, if they've already seen it all?

Todays adventure: The mystery tape

After a slow day, Cielle found herself at home watching the splendid movie, Amadeus. When the movie had come to an end, Cielle felt overwhelmed by the brilliant tunes that were mixed about in the film. In an a attempt to recover the Mozart CD she had once listened to, to help her to fall asleep, Cielle ventured into the cold, dark guest room and started to thumb through the mass of abandoned CDs/tapes that had been stored away after her brother had gone off to college, left only to be looked thru once and a while, and to keep the occasional cat or dad that wonders in to the room, company. All though the attempts to locate the CD had failed, Cielle did find a four-track, that she had looked over on previous searches through the back closet. On further inspection, she discovered a peculiar tape in the tape deck. This tape had no markings, or such to identify itself, so at that moment it earned itself the title “mystery tape” by its finder. Cielle then quickly dumped the four-track, and the “mystery tape” it held in her room, and ran off to tend to what needed to be tended to. Hours later, when Cielle was lying down to go to bed, she spotted the tape, in the four-track. She through herself out of bed and retrieved the tape. After one last look to see, in fact the tape had no marking, Cielle slowly placed the tape in the tape player by her bed and pressed “play”. Needless to say, it was not all that exciting, just a short little bit of a song her brother had made a few years or so before going to college. Somewhat disappointed that the tape had been so short, Cielle stopped the tape and went to sleep, to dream of the day that was in front of her (Mothers day). That’s it until tomorrow's adventure, if there is one.

A Post.

And my (Lacey) font shall be orange (hince the orangish color!) So here is a fancy little tip, never stick your head inside something to small, it may not be able to be pulled back out.

And here is a mighty neat person.
Weekends and rain, week days and sun?

My not so exciting saturday (so far)

So Lacey and I are still trying to find out how to edit the html, and all that crazy stuff! We just can't find a way to distinguish what Lacey writes and what I write, so until then I (Cielle) will just make my text purple, all right?

So today is a laid back kind of day. I got up this morning around 11:30, and went right on the computer. After a few hours on there, I got dressed and went to buy food. I rented a few movies, Harold and Maude and Amadeus. I am looking forword to seeing Amadeus again, because I haven't seen it for a few years, where as, it has only been a few weeks since I have seen Harold and Maude. I also got some Swedish fish, my favorite candy. Then I got home and made myself lunch. I hade a fruit smoothie, cinnamon raisin bread (from the best bakery in town), and matzo ball soup. Now, we (my family) are going to do stuff for my mother, we apparently do Mothers day, a day early here in Corvallis. Hey did you know an anagram of Corvallis, Oregon is corrosive gallon?
But now I have to do homework, damn you civil war!

HA!

This has been a real thrill, but now that we have this blog figured out, it will be a lot simpliar to work with, and you'll enjoy it more we are sure. -Main Brigade HA! ok have a plesant day.

Nous Commençons

So here is the beginning of our trivial ramblings…ready? Or maybe I should quote Anne Frank, "who will care about the ramblings of a thirteen year old girl?" Well for on thing we're not thirteen, which, absolutely wipes that from the board. Second there's two of us, not just one girl, so this proves for udder certainty people do care about the ramblings of us, especially when they go into hiding and pour out their hearts onto each page.
Today was the Buck-a-Pluck. It didn't go over very well, and it had been carefully planned out for many weeks prior. A simple description is; anyone willing to pay a buck for one pluck at this kids monstrous uni-brow. Though the courtyard was spontaneously shut down, due to so much trash being left about (We can say the deserted bag of dried fruits laying in the middle of the courtyard at the end of lunch yesterday, may have helped the staff come to the decision of closing the courtyard) the courtyard was essential in order to continue the Buck-a-Pluck, for that was where this shindig was taking place! How could there still be a Buck-a-Pluck when the area we need is restricted
Well, you can't, not that this wasn't very good news or bad, just…news. The bad news is on such a brilliantly pleasant day they forced us to eat in a stuffy cafeteria, with no windows and banging hip-hop music...OH WHY!
A Day ago was cowboy day, to be politically correct we shall say it was 'cow-people' day. Fancy leather boots, rugged pair of blue jeans, giant belt-buckles (Cielle's said CRAIG in giant bold letters!) Hats, yes hats were needed to complete the outfits but because large hats are not so welcome at our school, wearing an enormous cowperson hat would be rather ridiculous and unreasonable.
Our last costume day was pirate day though that was quite a bit ago, again we had the same trouble with hats, and a lack of student enthusiasm to join in our brigade.
Remember, if ever you get in a situation where your cowpeople boots are stolen from your possession, do not fret, for you will be picked up and carried away upon someone's shoulder, and those leathery shoes will soon be retrieved.

We started a blog!

you see, we really did it!