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Swam out of my room yesterday morning, the water was surprisingly warm considering that the dolphins hadn't been around in awhile. Had to get to band on time so i decided that i wasn't hungry, interesting really because I didn't have to go to band at all, just my brother. Due to a recent bolt of lightening which completely melted mr. Bateman's car he decided that band would be cancelled for a while because he hates the bus, possibly because he tried to eat one and it didn't taste very good. Mr. Bateman is under the impression that anything that doesn't taste good must be evil, this explains a lot of things if you look at it from the proper angle.
Anyways, I was attempting to put on my socks which(as much as i am a strong beleiver in not wearing footwear my mother would attack me with some putrid gas that turns your nose into a flower and i didnt' want to deal with that this morning) was necessary at the time. I was having difficulty though, because a gnome was tring to eat my socks. His name was Bill. He likes socks, but since i feed him half of mine as is (I usually blame the missing of my socks on the dryer if my mum asks about it) he usually doesn't try and eat the ones i am attempting to wear. Fed him a tshirt that i found in my sock drawer. Left to get to school.
Got to school, with amazing ease as the flying weasels usually dive at my car, they have something against the colour russet, but it was too cold this morning so they stayed inside their flying weasel nest, located in the basement of the school. As soon as my mum flew off i remembered that shoes were for the mortals, and immediately fed the ones i had on to a nearby tree, he munched on them quite happily. No one ever rememberes to feed the trees, everyone always like "Save the Trees!" but it never occures to them that maybe they'd be harder to cut down if you fed them food.
Upon entering my school, which had changed from it's previous state of low-fat jelly to Lego(it sucks trying to turn the knob of a jello lock). I skipped merrily up the winding staircases and retreived my collapsible four-poster bed (complete with canopy) from my Lego locker. I was quite tired, as i had spent most of the previous night fending off my bedsheets, they are surprisingly agile in water. I ran into Rachel on my way downstairs to set up, she seemed quite exausted as well, so i suggessted she join me in my early morning nap. She turned an astonishing shade of ruby at the suggestion, seeing as she does not like the owls who inhabit the main office poking fun at her as they arrive for their daily slogging thru the piles of paperwork. However I conviced her it wouldn't matter, on the contrary they would possibly be quite impressed with the fact that someone had set up a four-poster bed in the atrium. It was quite restful for a span of about 15 minutes but all these fish kept swimming in through the fron door and hitting our heads with their tails. And seeing as it is much more difficult to recollapse a bed then to uncollapse it, me and Rachel took the top blanket and the various fluffy wachet pillows to the second floor. There we snoozed unhindered, except when Kirby attempted to drag Rachel inside the Gameboy, but that was a minor incident easily corrected with the use of a toy beaver and a red pen.
An undetermined amount of time later a rather large squirrel came up and nibbeled our heads, possibly because we were sleeping and possibly because she thought we were made of tastey nuts. We were both jolted awake and quickly joined by a legion of various forest creatures. The bell rang and some weird music began playing, which scared off our new furry friends. Except for a lone bunny rabbit and the original squirrel, they seemed a rather skilled hand at cards and joined me and Rachel in first period, of which was only actually my class. However everyone was running amoke to classes rthat weren't theirs as we were being substituted (in other words pretending to be taught) by a rather large blue tortoise. He seemed indifferent to the prescence of Rachel and my new furry companions so we settles on the floor and played a few rounds of cards. A rather crazy game that involves the performance of a fair number of aerobatic tricks as well as yelling in strange dialects when certain cards were lodged in your forehead. I was distracted however by a rather fast moving personage known as Dot who insisted that I go donwstairs and order 30$ worth of guacemole for the class of woodpeckers we entertained twice a week. I complied, bringing with me the squirrel, who insisted on her imminent demise if she did not ingest some sort of food, it seems she had thought she would be full but rachel and mine heads were not made of nuts so there you go. I had to yell quite loudly to reach teh place which vended the afore mentioned dish. However i found a megphone hanging from the chandelier in the atrium and used it to my advantage. This ordered we returned to first period, which was almost over. Seeing as many had lost interest in our card game we all broke into a perfectly tuned and harmonized version of "Point of No Return", it was quite incredible if I do say so myself, enough so that the tortiose cried and declared i was to have 95% in all my courses, despite the fact that our performance had nothing to do with any of the course material. I thought this a fortunate events and therefore did not point out the technicalities.
Moving on to second period I left Rachel, the squirrel and the rabbit (whom i decided to name fondly Sam and Kim) and went to my civics class. Madame Robitai had decided that we were quite the angels and bestowed upon us all functional wings as well as a glorious feast, we all chowed down and exercised our new wings as the various tables containing our sumptuois feast were suspended from the ceiling.
At lunch I had to wait for the Guacemole man, he overcharged me but for the sake of the woodpeckers I paid the man and flew the food to the hungry fowl. Dot came later (with the aide of Kim the bunny rabbit) with various other snacks. We then left to our third period class, Dot ran ahead but i was waylaid by both the Phantom of the Opera and Raoul. Between the two of them they attempted to serenade me whilest bestowing upon my person various delights of a cocoa related nature. I was quite amused by both of these tactics but i was not fooled. For the Phantom, while a wonderful singer/writer/architect/genius, was insane and Raoul, though fair of hair and blue of eye was filled to bursting with post-teen angst and i had to deny them both my love even as they confessed to me their undying devotion. This event sadly ate up my entire afternoon and i was quite forced to retrieve my belongings from their Lego encasement and return to my humble abode to prepare for exams.
I took a hovercraft made of poppies to my residence and hoped that if i slammed my face into my notes long enough i could absorb all the information necesaary to maintain the 95% i had earned in all my classes that day.
And now If you'll excuse me I must rush upstairs as those bloody leprechauns are trying to eat my Honey Nut Cheerios.
(Happy Belated Rabbit Hole Day)
 [Tetris.Ninja] · Fri Jan 28, 2005 @ 03:54pm · 0 Comments |
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