Hm. Andy hasn't said anything yet, so I guess I'll reitterate what happened today in PE.
More or less uneventful till everyone went outside to the tennis courts. Sis and I finally got our hands on racquets first thing so we played for most of the time there... till we accidently knocked the ball over the fence and down the 30ft steep hill into the construction site. Oops.
Mark (aka DJ Indi-Glow) was talking with us about necrophilliacs (only caught half of the conversation while fetching one of many stray balls). Later, when all the tennis players took a break, he was talking about how he had a major sun burn on his ass from suntanning naked in Cali and showed us the industrial-size bottle of Aloe Vera he was using to relieve the pain. Ouch. Nice bubble butt though; pity it got hurt. Hope the sand wasn't as hot though. Later he invited us to this raving happening this weekend on Saturday. Sounds like fun.
Went back inside after our nutrition break (Dr. Pepper and Pop Rocks) and nothing very special happened. Talked, listened to music, (tried to) write lyrics for songs, played Uno, badmitton, little bit of volleyball, and of course tortured Brady again. Today we massaged (read:kicked, stomped, slapped) his ass while I attempted to shove a pen up his ass. Later, Sera called her soon-to-be-boyfriend on the cell phone. Since she got his machine, she started yelling at him to pick up. When that didn't work, she handed the phone to me where I began using my talented acting skills to give that boy the best phone sex he ever had... and then the guy picks up so I hand the phone back to her.
Still trying to not like Matt. Sucks because usually when I have a crush on a guy there's a chance that he's just a little bit bended. This boy, however, brings Maxims to class and everyone reads the raunchy articles out loud for shits and giggles. Dammit!
Downloaded another episode of Queer as Folk. I swear I need Showtime or else buy the season set when it comes out. Oh yeah.
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