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.
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