Don't try to correct me if i spell catapillar wrong... i don't care!! Harumph.
This story goes back a while, i just remembered it now. Heh heh.
After school i go to this thing called math olympiad. I'm also in yearbook club. So that was my mission: to take pictures of everyone in math olympiad.
It might have been pretty easy except that one certain boy in a blue, red, green and black striped shirt didn't like being in pictures.
"Come on Kyle, its for the yearbook!" i said, holding my brothers camera up to my face (he made me mention it was his camera, not mine.
"Curses!" Screamed Kyle as he made the move to duck under the table. I clicked. To slow. The picture eventually came to on the screen, upon seeing the picture i gasped and screamed.
"Omigosh its a fuzzy catapillar!!"
"Huh?" asked a confussed Maleh (later on mentioned in the posts)
"Look!!! its a stinkin' fuzzy catapillar!!" i screamed, still excited. She sighed and leaned over to see what all the fuss was about. Looking at the picture of Kyle, but not quite Kyle, only the curve of Kyle's back and his striped shirt started screaming too.
"You gotta see this!! it is a fuzzy catapillar!!"
and so the name has lived on. i'll try to find the picture of the fuzzy catapillar, but if i don't, you'll just have to see it in your minds eye.
p.s. i don't know why i'm doing a ps on a blog but owell. everytime the fuzzy catapillar does something notable i tag on another name, for example, when he slipped in the mud in p.e. i called him the muddy fuzzy catapillar. he he. heres the up-to-date name:
The Short-Fuzzed-Pencil Theiving- Eraser Obsessed-Leathery-Muddy-Cracker Crazy-Rock Hog-Fuzzy Catapillar
he he. that was fun.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Prom Dreams
And if your wondering, it's no. I'm not going to the prom any time soon. I just had to use that as a title, what should i have called it?! "Some Guy Wearing His Sister's Prom Dress... In Math Class"?!?! what ever, that's an alternative title. To the story!!
We were all settling in, pulling out our math books and pencils. Everythink was calm and collected (that's very suprising for my class). Some 4 boys were off in some corner talking in low hushed tones. 1 held a plastic bag to his chest, being very protective of it. They were all watching the teacher i turned to watch her. She calmly stepped out of the room, boldly making a bad desision to leave without a guarding eye. I could swear the boys nearly shreiked with excitment. The boy with the plastic bag pulled it out and opened it to reveal a prom dress: big white and shimmery with bows and sequins all over it. Puzzled, the rest of the class turned to stair at the boy, who was now trying to put on the dress as fast as he possibly could. The only promlem was the zipper, which wouldn't zip. They fumbled with it for a few seconds until the teacher made the right choice to step in. We all screamed, feeling the anticipation in the air. the prom boy dropped onto his stomach, hiding under a desk while the other kept trying to zip it up. The teacher gave us all funny looks than turned back to her desk. everyone was nearly bursting with laughter when the boy stood up, the dress fully on him, and started dancing about with an invisable partner. The teacher couldn't take it any longer; she spun around to take in the whole seen: all of us rolling on the ground laughing and the boy, standing right in front of the class, dancing with his imaginary partner.
We were all settling in, pulling out our math books and pencils. Everythink was calm and collected (that's very suprising for my class). Some 4 boys were off in some corner talking in low hushed tones. 1 held a plastic bag to his chest, being very protective of it. They were all watching the teacher i turned to watch her. She calmly stepped out of the room, boldly making a bad desision to leave without a guarding eye. I could swear the boys nearly shreiked with excitment. The boy with the plastic bag pulled it out and opened it to reveal a prom dress: big white and shimmery with bows and sequins all over it. Puzzled, the rest of the class turned to stair at the boy, who was now trying to put on the dress as fast as he possibly could. The only promlem was the zipper, which wouldn't zip. They fumbled with it for a few seconds until the teacher made the right choice to step in. We all screamed, feeling the anticipation in the air. the prom boy dropped onto his stomach, hiding under a desk while the other kept trying to zip it up. The teacher gave us all funny looks than turned back to her desk. everyone was nearly bursting with laughter when the boy stood up, the dress fully on him, and started dancing about with an invisable partner. The teacher couldn't take it any longer; she spun around to take in the whole seen: all of us rolling on the ground laughing and the boy, standing right in front of the class, dancing with his imaginary partner.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Volley Ball Do-dos and the Shower
Volley ball. Usually thought to not be the sport of do-dos. Think again.
Have you ever heard the popular girls talking in their what i would call 'like' language? It happens alot.
Like on that one particular morning when me and my friend Maleh, were sitting in our corner waiting for volley ball to start and the coach to arive. The reason for our being in a corner was the populars girls were at the other side of the locker room.
The popular girls will be further more known as ' Do-dos' as in the melon loving birds from Ice Age. You know? the ones that are running all around trying to save 'the last melon'. any ways...
They were talking in there anoying 'like' language and me and Maleh were sick of it. So of couse we with our evil minds though a wad of paper towels over the lockers in their direction. There was a gentle crinkling noise, a scream of absolute terror, a loud thud, and the sound of even more screams of abloslute terror. We peeked around the other side of the lockers, only to find that the do-dos had, in the attempt of running away from the terrifing ball of flying paper towels of ultimate doom, had bumped into the shower nozel and had turned it on!!
Rolling on the ground with laughter like no other we lisened to them screaming at each other in their 'like' language.
"Omigosh like what like was that like creepy like ugly like brown like thing?! So like ugly! If it like would like have like landed on my like hair i like would like have been like ruined like for the like whole like day!!! OMG.!
and such.
Have you ever heard the popular girls talking in their what i would call 'like' language? It happens alot.
Like on that one particular morning when me and my friend Maleh, were sitting in our corner waiting for volley ball to start and the coach to arive. The reason for our being in a corner was the populars girls were at the other side of the locker room.
The popular girls will be further more known as ' Do-dos' as in the melon loving birds from Ice Age. You know? the ones that are running all around trying to save 'the last melon'. any ways...
They were talking in there anoying 'like' language and me and Maleh were sick of it. So of couse we with our evil minds though a wad of paper towels over the lockers in their direction. There was a gentle crinkling noise, a scream of absolute terror, a loud thud, and the sound of even more screams of abloslute terror. We peeked around the other side of the lockers, only to find that the do-dos had, in the attempt of running away from the terrifing ball of flying paper towels of ultimate doom, had bumped into the shower nozel and had turned it on!!
Rolling on the ground with laughter like no other we lisened to them screaming at each other in their 'like' language.
"Omigosh like what like was that like creepy like ugly like brown like thing?! So like ugly! If it like would like have like landed on my like hair i like would like have been like ruined like for the like whole like day!!! OMG.!
and such.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Quick Quirki Info
Ello everyone of the world! You may be wondering why this thing is titles 'quirki highlights' first of all, i just like the word quirki. I gave it a little change of spelling but who cares?? Second in bed i was thinking of what to make my blog about, i wanted it to be something general. Then i remember what a crazi class i have, and what fun little 'quirki highlights' come up in the day. So there ya have it. Quirki Highlights.
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