It's like life, but it's on a stick

Friday, April 29, 2005

This happened a while ago. We were watching a crappy kid's cartoon movie.

Canteen Lady 1 - Whatshould be done with this extra food?
Canteen Lady 2 - It'll keep until next year.
Canteen Ladies - MUAHAHAHAHA.

Me - You just found a Disney crapquel funny. I do not know you.

Now for business: my class. Woopee. Okay. Here goes:


(I decided not to do Ms Greer because, really, what's the point? She's not really important to understanding our class.)

Jason B. is short. That means he's taller than me, but not by much. He has black hair - lots of it - in a saladbowl cut and is Native or something (I never asked). He usually wears plaid shirts or t-shirts.

Jason has his own methods. He sings when he's by himself (in a room with less than 10 people). This is usually the flavour-of-the-month pop-rock song. He hates French and is currently going out with a grade 7 girl called Jacquie. Or Jackie. They are always trying to cut off circulation in each other's hands during recess. I don't mean this badly, it's just kinda funny. In case Jason is reading this: I think you're a cute couple, please don't hit me! waah! etc.

You know what, that wasn't funny. Oh well. You've met Jason B. Say hi, Jason!

One more thing! is one of my buddy's websites. Check it out. Warning: it is very teenagerish. Music in the background, bright flashing pictures in every corner, hot pink, tYpInG lIkE tHiS - still a good site, go there if you haven't already.

Yeah. Bye-bye!


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