Monday Bear

That clam was meant for yesterday’s blog, the waffle iron bit. What the crap is that thing?

Uma Thurman is really cool, but a little intimidating. She could -totally- kick my ass.

That clam is really distracting. He won’t stop looking at me.

I have a feeling this blog will suck. I just have so much stuff going on around me.

“*Gasp* Did you just organism?”

- Sarah’s husband, Nate.

I’m working on a Dyke Barbie. I gave her a shemullet, and I’m making a little lumberjack outfit for her. If anyone finds any Barbie- sized timberlands, please tell me.

Mrs.. That’s so funny. Haha. Daniel is the only person who calls her that.

So yeah, Jessica really is pregnant. She’s happy about it though. She was six months pregnant and didn’t know it. Insane, huh?

Sarah loved her glassware. She drank out of it today. This morning, she was like, “Guess what I had for breakfast?! Waffles! I love my wafflemaker! It’s so nice. It even tells you when they’re done!”

She’s so goofy. I love being appreciated : )

Jade was sick today. She looked pitiful.

I can’t believe I wrote about glassware.

Marriage is when two really cool people come together to make one insanely boring person.

I think Alley Jo and I are going to see The Corpse Bride, even though it *is* a 14 year old goth kid movie…

“ew, I smell ears”

So today in the library, Mr. Park (our guidance counselor)’s wife came up to us and said, “You guys always look like you’re having so much fun. Sometimes I’d like to come hang out with you, but I don’t think you’d appreciate it.”

The thing is, we always talk about sex in that class, since Sarah just got married and all.

Mr. Park: “Alright, buddy. Let’s do it!”

*laying on his bed in his tightie whities, adjusting his glasses and rubbing his hands together*

“Alright, let’s do this!”

Scary. So I really really like Mr. . I think he is the coolest old man ever. He and his wife are sooo in love. Every morning, she fixes his hair and he makes her breakfast. I love that. But anywho, one day last year I was wearing my mom’s Class of ‘79 shirt, and it has everybody’s name on the front of it, and Mr. , who *loves* tee shirts, he’s bending over -staring- at my shirt, and the whole damn class is cracking up… I promise you, if you know Mr. P, he was not staring at muh boobehs. It’s just funny because everyone knows that I love Mr. P, and it’s a running gag that he and I have been having an affair since Freshman year.

“aww, Lizsche… aw, lizche!”

Zephyr’s fizzicks teacher drew a personal massager on the board today.

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