Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Bowling Teams Are Harder Than It Looks
The key to bowling team making: Ask anyone.
This morning we finally got our notices for our End of the Year Trip, which is for bowling. We get to pick seven people for our team, in any house or homeroom. If you don't know what a house is, it divides each grade into two. For our grade, there are the All-Stars and Olympians, and I am an OLYMPIAN!!! Tee hee... we had our own Winter Olympics. I was on team Russia, but I wanted to be on team France. Don't ask.
GETTING BACK TO THE POINT... I wanted to be on the bowling team with the people I bowled with for the Rec. Department and that I knew were skilled. Unfortunately, they don't think I'm good enough because I have hyperactive issues. =) I've bowled nearly 100 before. I sincerely try. But when I get consecutive gutter balls, I still end up acting like Pedro and getting HYPERRRR!!
So, I rushed to the cafeteria to make sure Dan could get me the spot on his team. In the beginning, he said that I would be on his team, but like, 30 seconds later, he said that I could be a backup, and I was getting tres tres mal. He then said that he would see what would happen or something like that. Hah, in my dreams.
The other Dan, Dan R, also asked me to be on his team. Well, I don't want to be on a team with just ONE nationality.
I was madmadmad that I couldn't be with advanced players. Half of that team was on the 3rd place team this year in the Rec. League. Well, next year is a new year, so be it.
I know that Jen is probably reading this right now, but I CAN'T be on her team. I'm afriad that there are going to be huge tantrums and stuff. I'm a hardcore bowler when it comes to actually winning, I just never show it. I want to win. But if I join this team, I'm afriad that I'll have pressure put on myself to carry them. Well, there's only one Mickey Mouse ball with "Nikki" carved into it, and I can't share it with everyone. The other players on that team are probably going to be really bad because they either:
This morning we finally got our notices for our End of the Year Trip, which is for bowling. We get to pick seven people for our team, in any house or homeroom. If you don't know what a house is, it divides each grade into two. For our grade, there are the All-Stars and Olympians, and I am an OLYMPIAN!!! Tee hee... we had our own Winter Olympics. I was on team Russia, but I wanted to be on team France. Don't ask.
GETTING BACK TO THE POINT... I wanted to be on the bowling team with the people I bowled with for the Rec. Department and that I knew were skilled. Unfortunately, they don't think I'm good enough because I have hyperactive issues. =) I've bowled nearly 100 before. I sincerely try. But when I get consecutive gutter balls, I still end up acting like Pedro and getting HYPERRRR!!
So, I rushed to the cafeteria to make sure Dan could get me the spot on his team. In the beginning, he said that I would be on his team, but like, 30 seconds later, he said that I could be a backup, and I was getting tres tres mal. He then said that he would see what would happen or something like that. Hah, in my dreams.
The other Dan, Dan R, also asked me to be on his team. Well, I don't want to be on a team with just ONE nationality.
I was madmadmad that I couldn't be with advanced players. Half of that team was on the 3rd place team this year in the Rec. League. Well, next year is a new year, so be it.
I know that Jen is probably reading this right now, but I CAN'T be on her team. I'm afriad that there are going to be huge tantrums and stuff. I'm a hardcore bowler when it comes to actually winning, I just never show it. I want to win. But if I join this team, I'm afriad that I'll have pressure put on myself to carry them. Well, there's only one Mickey Mouse ball with "Nikki" carved into it, and I can't share it with everyone. The other players on that team are probably going to be really bad because they either:
- Have no physical force.
- Don't know how to bowl.
- Say that my Mike Mussina stance isn't the right way to bowl.
- Say that my lift-the-leg stance (yes, I have two stances) is even worse.
Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.
How am I going to make my Rec. team for next year?
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Obsessive Or A Fan?
Ok, I'm only a pre-teen, not giving my age, so there's no reason why I can't be a die-hard fan. People at this age are like this. There have been discussions. This is a freaky age and there is no need to say that I am "obsessive." Today, I learned that saying someone is obsessive can mean a whole lot more than just fooling around.
If someone is obsessed, it means that you're telling the person that they care about just one thing, and not health, eating, sleeping, breathing, homework, etc.
Everyone at my table in English interrupts me when I need to ask Ms. P something. It's annoying. Very.
Well, we were talking about how we need to write an article using 3 of our spelling words from the headline. We need to answer certain questions in the article, and since I wanted to write about Game 6 of the 1986 World Series (yay), I asked Ms. P, "I don't know how this would affect kids."
A**** then whispered, "Oh my God, she's obsessed."
I then hissed, "I HEARD THAT!"
A****: I wasn't talking to you.
Me: Yeah. Ok.
Mmhmm, sure. Well, is it my fault that I grew up with a brother? Is it my fault he liked baseball in the first place? Is it my fault, A****, is it? Well, since I have happened to live with it for so long, I became a die-hard fan at the normal age.
Some people don't know how many 10, 11, 12 year old boys I see at Shea on a school night. It amazes me. A lot. I give huge props to them for making an effort. In fact, I also give props to myself for waiting for a rain delay to end on April 14. I was there when they played the Brewers, and I got an autograph from Ben Sheets!! =)
But seriously, if people don't like me because I'm fat-looking, I have glasses and braces, that's just mean. And, because I don't shop at Hollister and Abercrombie? Well, I know somewhere you don't know.
=)
Jen knows.
And for those of you that say I'm obsessed, well, at least I know my facts and statistics.
Alay Soler starts tonight, and so does...
wait for it....
wait for it.........
LASTINGS MILLEDGE!!
But we have to give thanks to Xavier. I hope his appendix is ok. How the heck did that happen?
Come back Xavey!
=_(
If someone is obsessed, it means that you're telling the person that they care about just one thing, and not health, eating, sleeping, breathing, homework, etc.
Everyone at my table in English interrupts me when I need to ask Ms. P something. It's annoying. Very.
Well, we were talking about how we need to write an article using 3 of our spelling words from the headline. We need to answer certain questions in the article, and since I wanted to write about Game 6 of the 1986 World Series (yay), I asked Ms. P, "I don't know how this would affect kids."
A**** then whispered, "Oh my God, she's obsessed."
I then hissed, "I HEARD THAT!"
A****: I wasn't talking to you.
Me: Yeah. Ok.
Mmhmm, sure. Well, is it my fault that I grew up with a brother? Is it my fault he liked baseball in the first place? Is it my fault, A****, is it? Well, since I have happened to live with it for so long, I became a die-hard fan at the normal age.
Some people don't know how many 10, 11, 12 year old boys I see at Shea on a school night. It amazes me. A lot. I give huge props to them for making an effort. In fact, I also give props to myself for waiting for a rain delay to end on April 14. I was there when they played the Brewers, and I got an autograph from Ben Sheets!! =)
But seriously, if people don't like me because I'm fat-looking, I have glasses and braces, that's just mean. And, because I don't shop at Hollister and Abercrombie? Well, I know somewhere you don't know.
=)
Jen knows.
And for those of you that say I'm obsessed, well, at least I know my facts and statistics.
Alay Soler starts tonight, and so does...
wait for it....
wait for it.........
LASTINGS MILLEDGE!!
But we have to give thanks to Xavier. I hope his appendix is ok. How the heck did that happen?
Come back Xavey!
=_(
Monday, May 29, 2006
AAAAAARIZONA! A-A-ARIZON-UH!
Finally! Arizona is coming to New York. Well, it's about time. I love the Diamondbacks. They're my second favorite team. I can't wait to see people like Shawn Green and himself play. I like Shawn Green. He's Jewish and cool. I think he deserves a mitzvah.
I remember the sprinkler incident last year. Haha! I don't know if I was watching the game at that time, maybe I was, but I'm not sure. And what about when Brad Halsey pitched that shut-out? Incredible!
Every year, my family and I fly out to Arizona to visit our family. There are many restaraunts and places to go to in Scottsdale. The Sugar Bowl is THE BEST ice cream place. It's so pink and old fashioned looking. There's also Sweet Tomatoes, one of the greatest buffets ever. I love their pasta and chicken noodle soup. Their noodles are SO thick! I also really like Los Olivos, a Mexican restaraunt. I still order from the kids menu because, well, I'm a picky eater. =)
There's also AZ88, more of a grown-upish restaraunt, but the diet coke comes in little glass bottles, and the regular coke comes in the old bottle. The waffle fries are good, too.
One of the best things about AZ88 is that they always change the designs on the walls. Sometimes it's squares, shoes, and even phones! The booths also RECLINE!!! And omg, the bathrooms are so rainbowish and freaky. There's a She bathroom and a He/She bathroom. I have never seen a door for the He bathroom before.
When I was four, on my first voyage to Scottsdale, I discovered Build-A-Bear Workshop. Gosh, it was my home. My first bear was a, you know, BEAR named Jessica, and I have nooooo idea where that came from. A few days later, I wanted another one, so I named it David. Now THAT was ironic. I ended up making more the following years, like Rusty, Dustie, Sophie, Snippy, Kozmo, Tiger, Gemini, Bob, Alex, Brad, and my favorite, Carlos. So far, that's thirteen animals! But I'm not done yet. I'm going back this August.
If you have any suggestions for ideas, please comment me!
Arizona holds many memories of mine. Later, I'll post more about places to go, things to do, and such. But right now, I MUST tell you about the game I went to last year.
Over the years, we've gone to many games at Bank One Ballpark, now called Chase field, but I don't care, I'm still calling it BOB. The one I went to last year was the one I cared about the most.
The day we arrived, we were sitting at Grandma's house for no reason, and Tyler, my brother, turned on ESPN. I saw the starting pitchers for that night's game and saw that Brad Halsey, who I really wanted to see, was pitching that night. I was like, "Nooo!" But I got over it.
The following morning, I found out that Javier Vazquez pitched that game, and I was really excited!
As Tyler, Dad and I approached BOB, the ticket people wouldn't let us in because we had "colored drinks" like Diet Coke and Iced Tea. For me, there was water, so HA! Up till this day, we still rant about how we can't bring those drink packets, like that strawberry tasting Crystal Light thingy, into the stadium. Sooo funny..
The game was great, and Tyler got 43823749 hotdogs on a dollor hotdog night. But what was even more funny was this:
There was a floating Pepsi thing with these little stubs falling from it to win some free prize. Where we were sitting, kids were circling around the stub to try and catch it. Before it fell, Tyler got up and HE caught it and he was like "HA!" He went to get the prize, and what was it, you ask? Oh, it was just a Richie Sexson bobblehead, who didn't even play for the D'Backs anymore. I still keep it in my room..!
Another funny moment was when we saw Andy Pettitte (yeah, they were playing the Astros) hit a homerun or something during batting practice. We also tried to get an autograph from Brad Lidge, but, aww. =(
We only stayed until the 6th inning because the D'Backs were already winning, and they took Halsey out. =( But the game was fun! =)
I can't wait to go back this year. We're seeing them play Barry Bonds and the Giants!
Well, later I'll talk about more stuff in Arizona. Remember, if you have any Build-A-Bear suggestions, PLEASE comment! I seriously need help. Tootles!
I remember the sprinkler incident last year. Haha! I don't know if I was watching the game at that time, maybe I was, but I'm not sure. And what about when Brad Halsey pitched that shut-out? Incredible!
Every year, my family and I fly out to Arizona to visit our family. There are many restaraunts and places to go to in Scottsdale. The Sugar Bowl is THE BEST ice cream place. It's so pink and old fashioned looking. There's also Sweet Tomatoes, one of the greatest buffets ever. I love their pasta and chicken noodle soup. Their noodles are SO thick! I also really like Los Olivos, a Mexican restaraunt. I still order from the kids menu because, well, I'm a picky eater. =)
There's also AZ88, more of a grown-upish restaraunt, but the diet coke comes in little glass bottles, and the regular coke comes in the old bottle. The waffle fries are good, too.
One of the best things about AZ88 is that they always change the designs on the walls. Sometimes it's squares, shoes, and even phones! The booths also RECLINE!!! And omg, the bathrooms are so rainbowish and freaky. There's a She bathroom and a He/She bathroom. I have never seen a door for the He bathroom before.
When I was four, on my first voyage to Scottsdale, I discovered Build-A-Bear Workshop. Gosh, it was my home. My first bear was a, you know, BEAR named Jessica, and I have nooooo idea where that came from. A few days later, I wanted another one, so I named it David. Now THAT was ironic. I ended up making more the following years, like Rusty, Dustie, Sophie, Snippy, Kozmo, Tiger, Gemini, Bob, Alex, Brad, and my favorite, Carlos. So far, that's thirteen animals! But I'm not done yet. I'm going back this August.
If you have any suggestions for ideas, please comment me!
Arizona holds many memories of mine. Later, I'll post more about places to go, things to do, and such. But right now, I MUST tell you about the game I went to last year.
Over the years, we've gone to many games at Bank One Ballpark, now called Chase field, but I don't care, I'm still calling it BOB. The one I went to last year was the one I cared about the most.
The day we arrived, we were sitting at Grandma's house for no reason, and Tyler, my brother, turned on ESPN. I saw the starting pitchers for that night's game and saw that Brad Halsey, who I really wanted to see, was pitching that night. I was like, "Nooo!" But I got over it.
The following morning, I found out that Javier Vazquez pitched that game, and I was really excited!
As Tyler, Dad and I approached BOB, the ticket people wouldn't let us in because we had "colored drinks" like Diet Coke and Iced Tea. For me, there was water, so HA! Up till this day, we still rant about how we can't bring those drink packets, like that strawberry tasting Crystal Light thingy, into the stadium. Sooo funny..
The game was great, and Tyler got 43823749 hotdogs on a dollor hotdog night. But what was even more funny was this:
There was a floating Pepsi thing with these little stubs falling from it to win some free prize. Where we were sitting, kids were circling around the stub to try and catch it. Before it fell, Tyler got up and HE caught it and he was like "HA!" He went to get the prize, and what was it, you ask? Oh, it was just a Richie Sexson bobblehead, who didn't even play for the D'Backs anymore. I still keep it in my room..!
Another funny moment was when we saw Andy Pettitte (yeah, they were playing the Astros) hit a homerun or something during batting practice. We also tried to get an autograph from Brad Lidge, but, aww. =(
We only stayed until the 6th inning because the D'Backs were already winning, and they took Halsey out. =( But the game was fun! =)
I can't wait to go back this year. We're seeing them play Barry Bonds and the Giants!
Well, later I'll talk about more stuff in Arizona. Remember, if you have any Build-A-Bear suggestions, PLEASE comment! I seriously need help. Tootles!
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Who's Kevin Zegers?
Jen: KEVIN ZEGERS!!!!
Me: kevin zegers..
Jen: KEVIN ZEGERS!
Ok, wasn't she obsessed with Jake Gyllenhaal? Who IS Kevin Zegers? I know I saw him in People's 100 Most Beautiful but...who is he? I know he can't grow facial hair, and he wishes he was taller. =) HA HA HA HA HA!! Kevin is a better name than Jake. But no one can take away my Carlos. =)
Speaking of People's 100 Most Beautiful, I didn't really seem to care about it at first. I thought it was impossible for Carlos to be in it because:
Me: kevin zegers..
Jen: KEVIN ZEGERS!
Ok, wasn't she obsessed with Jake Gyllenhaal? Who IS Kevin Zegers? I know I saw him in People's 100 Most Beautiful but...who is he? I know he can't grow facial hair, and he wishes he was taller. =) HA HA HA HA HA!! Kevin is a better name than Jake. But no one can take away my Carlos. =)
Speaking of People's 100 Most Beautiful, I didn't really seem to care about it at first. I thought it was impossible for Carlos to be in it because:
- No one knows who he is because everyone's a Yankee fan
- Most of my friends say he's ugly
- Most of my friends say he's ugly
- """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
And so forth.
Well, it all changed when we went to my cousin's birthday dinner in late April. The previous day, my parents and I returned from a coyage to Cooperstown to watch my brother's high school team play for fun, not for tourny, so I was showing off this awesome bracelet thingy I got. Sami, my birthday-celebrating cousin, said to her mom "We forgot the picture!"
I'm like, "What picture?"
Sami: The one of Carlos shirtless.
Me: Is it that one where it looks like he's on steroids?
Sami: No. It's in People Magazine's 100 Most Beautiful.
Me: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?
I was completely flipping out. Seriously, you don't know how shocked and amazed I was. When I got home, Jen was talking to me about it, too. Wow, she's such an awesome person. Of course, Jake Gyllenhaal (and Kevin Zegers) were on the list, too. One thing that gets to me is that they don't number the beautiful people. For example: They don't say Angelina Jolie is number 1 and Matt Leinart is like, number 30. What a confusing life I live.
Anyways, the following Monday Jen and I were ready to ramble to everyone about the hotness that Carlos gave to himself. No shirt, no hat; his wife must love him a lot for that.....OMG THAT RHYMES!! =)
No shirt.
No shirt.
No shirt.
I eventually got a life and stopped looking at it. That's when he was like "FINALLY!" And hit the following 10 homeruns so far this month.
People thought I was crazy.
This post is in honor of Jake Gyllenhaal and Kevin Zegers, even though Jen asked me to. Tootles!
Chocolate.
I'm gonna have to miss today's game because I'm going to see "Keeping Up With the Steins" with Mom, Granny, and Grandpa. It's about this bar-mitzvah thing, I guess. At the theater I want to make Jewish commotion because I'm a HARDCORE JEW! =) Oy vey.
In other nonsense, Orlando Hernandez, aka El Duque, will be starting for the Mets today against Ricky Nolasco or something like that. Where did "El Duque" come from? Does duque mean duke in Spanish? This country confuses me. What is a duke, anyways?
I don't know what kind of food I want to get at the theater. Maybe popcorn, or even better, if they have KitKat Bites I am SO getting those. Gosh, I love them. They're so....yummy..But if I were to be more healthy, I'd stick to the popcorn. I don't know, really. Snow Caps, maybe? This world is full of fatty nonsense. Why can't they create healthy chocolate? Well, I know dark chocolate helps the heart, but I'm more of a milk chocolate person. Occasionaly, I eat dark chocolate. I do like it, however.
I think all kinds of chocolate are healthy for you. They make people happy. =) I know they make me happy. Yes, this is a pretty random and crazy post. Maybe something my friend said Will make this interesting:
Jen: JEREMY PIVEN!
Me: who
Jen: he's on entourage, and he's like, "let's hug it out, b****."
Me: oh
Me: is he like some 40 yr old
Me: with chest hair
Jen: yes
Me: you have a tendency to like guys like that..
Jen: i'm the scarlett johansson/lolita of my generation
Jen: i like older guys
Ok, Jen's a good friend and such, but I don't know what her deal is! This brings me back to a righteous memory...
In other nonsense, Orlando Hernandez, aka El Duque, will be starting for the Mets today against Ricky Nolasco or something like that. Where did "El Duque" come from? Does duque mean duke in Spanish? This country confuses me. What is a duke, anyways?
I don't know what kind of food I want to get at the theater. Maybe popcorn, or even better, if they have KitKat Bites I am SO getting those. Gosh, I love them. They're so....yummy..But if I were to be more healthy, I'd stick to the popcorn. I don't know, really. Snow Caps, maybe? This world is full of fatty nonsense. Why can't they create healthy chocolate? Well, I know dark chocolate helps the heart, but I'm more of a milk chocolate person. Occasionaly, I eat dark chocolate. I do like it, however.
I think all kinds of chocolate are healthy for you. They make people happy. =) I know they make me happy. Yes, this is a pretty random and crazy post. Maybe something my friend said Will make this interesting:
Jen: JEREMY PIVEN!
Me: who
Jen: he's on entourage, and he's like, "let's hug it out, b****."
Me: oh
Me: is he like some 40 yr old
Me: with chest hair
Jen: yes
Me: you have a tendency to like guys like that..
Jen: i'm the scarlett johansson/lolita of my generation
Jen: i like older guys
Ok, Jen's a good friend and such, but I don't know what her deal is! This brings me back to a righteous memory...
One time back in January, I suppose, I was searching pictures of Carlos on Yahoo, because I was desparate and in need of his face. I found this one picture where it looked like he was at this..I don't know, premiere of something or something..moving on, I wanted to convert his name to be like some celebrity. Then, somehow thought of George Clooney. From there on, I called him "Carlos Clooney." It was an inside joke for WEEKS! =)
Then, back in late April or early May, Jen started to make a powerpoint on Jake Gyllenhaal. She ranted about how George Clooney stole an Oscar or something from him, and then she wrote "CARLOS CLOONEY!" It turned out to be a powerpoint on hot guys. She made a page of Jake, George, and er, Carlos (Obviously, I picked out the Carlos pictures.) On the page where we needed the Carlos Clooney picture, we couldn't find it on Yahoo, so we took one from his January 2005 press conference thingy I became a Metty thing and said that it was "good enough.
When we showed it to the class, they were really scared of us. I was clicking and Jen was presenting. In all honesty, I wanted to present because I knew she was going to crack up in between slides. But, who cares? Next time I'm making a powerpoint on Carlos, and SHE'S clicking!
=)
Saturday, May 27, 2006
The Revenge of Hulklos
It all started when this guy named Carlos Beltran got hit by a pitch by Dontrelle Willis in some weird part below his knee. He was really sad because he was hurt. Luckily, he stayed on base and ran to third after David Wright hit a double. In between innings, he got some ace bandage looking thingy wrapped around the part that got hurt. This is where it all began...
After the following inning, Carlos turned into Hulklos. He wasn't green, but he was MEAN! He was roaming around the dugout throbbing his fists onto his chest yelling, "I AM HULKLOS! RAWRRR!!"
At his next at-bat, he doubled to show off his hulkiness. He didn't act hulky on the outside, but on the inside, he was screaming "RAWWWRR!!!!"
His next at-bat was even better. He hit a two-run double which carried the Mets to a 6-1 lead. The Mets and Hulklos (with help from David Wright) beat the Florida Marlins 7-4.
THE END!!! =)
Tommy G vs. D-Train..!
Ok so uhh......today's game is Tommy vs Dontrelle.
I respect Dontrelle and all, but doesn't it sound like a girl's name? His name should be like, Dan or something. Yeah...Dan Willis.
Anyways, we don't need DontrELLE. If they're gonna trade him for Davey, then it's stupid, and teenaged girls will be very upset and will have to move to MIAMI, and Miami is obviously a party city.
Good golly gosh.
And they better not trade Lastings Milledge for Barry Zito. WHAT HAPPENS IF CLIFF JUMPS OFF OF THE GEORGE WASHINGTON BRIDGE?? Or worse, Yankee Stadium?! They won't have another outfielder man! Except for Endy Chavez. Well, he doesn't exist in this post.
And omg, Paulie Lo Duca isn't playing! Why did he have to be a catcher?
Well that's ok. This post is going into the 1st inning...sweet.
Hey look - Davey's playing! Didn't he have back spasms or something? What is a back spasm anyways? I thought I once had those. Well, I guess tingly sensations or "spazes" in general aren't back spasms.
Who's that centerfielder for the Marlins? His name is Reggie Abercrombie. I don't like Abercrombie -- not the player, I mean. But the store. And Hollister. They're both clique stores. Once no one is shopping at those stores, I'll be in there... a lot.
I remember this one time when I was like, 11, my mom made me go into Hollister and it was dark and scary and the models were NOT cute.
That same day I think, we had to go into ABERCROMBIE. I was like "Omg mom, I don't shop here." Well, she "had to get gift cards for my cousin." Well, we really did. It's something my cousin is doing for her Bat-Mitzvah, so don't ask.
.....CHEESE!
REGGIE ABERCROMBIE!
I respect Dontrelle and all, but doesn't it sound like a girl's name? His name should be like, Dan or something. Yeah...Dan Willis.
Anyways, we don't need DontrELLE. If they're gonna trade him for Davey, then it's stupid, and teenaged girls will be very upset and will have to move to MIAMI, and Miami is obviously a party city.
Good golly gosh.
And they better not trade Lastings Milledge for Barry Zito. WHAT HAPPENS IF CLIFF JUMPS OFF OF THE GEORGE WASHINGTON BRIDGE?? Or worse, Yankee Stadium?! They won't have another outfielder man! Except for Endy Chavez. Well, he doesn't exist in this post.
And omg, Paulie Lo Duca isn't playing! Why did he have to be a catcher?
Well that's ok. This post is going into the 1st inning...sweet.
Hey look - Davey's playing! Didn't he have back spasms or something? What is a back spasm anyways? I thought I once had those. Well, I guess tingly sensations or "spazes" in general aren't back spasms.
Who's that centerfielder for the Marlins? His name is Reggie Abercrombie. I don't like Abercrombie -- not the player, I mean. But the store. And Hollister. They're both clique stores. Once no one is shopping at those stores, I'll be in there... a lot.
I remember this one time when I was like, 11, my mom made me go into Hollister and it was dark and scary and the models were NOT cute.
That same day I think, we had to go into ABERCROMBIE. I was like "Omg mom, I don't shop here." Well, she "had to get gift cards for my cousin." Well, we really did. It's something my cousin is doing for her Bat-Mitzvah, so don't ask.
.....CHEESE!
REGGIE ABERCROMBIE!
ML Me Welcomes You
You may be thinking that this is going to be one of those silly little blogs about the Mets. Well, you're right. But this is different. I'm some crazy kid that gives them all nicknames like Paulie Waulie and Davey Wavey. I'm crazy, and I think that's fair. =) I am probably one of the most obsessed kids in my school. I talk regularly about my Mets. But I don't just talk about my Mets, I talk about the Majors in general, and me.
Even though I have been diagnosed with Metsophoda, the NEWEST PROTIST!!, I can't run this blog without giving life stories. As the school year comes to an end, most things are pretty hectic. Here's my first story:
Yesterday, gym FINALLY ended, and so did Ultimate Football. It was really humid outside. I'm lucky no one stunk up the English and Reading room.
Well, Ruffs (he works with a student) and I have been friends since the beginning, talking about BAAASEBALLLL!!! On Thursday, he promised to bring in the Sports Illustrated magazine with the article on David Wright. He gave it to me yesterday during lunch, and I said I was going to read it during English/Reading. (I think I'll just call it English)
We were having a free period, so I went up to Jen's desk. Jen is my awesome friend obsessed with movies and Jake Gyllenhaal. Together, we rule the world with our Aquarius traits. I was reading the article with her, and there was this little section on nonetheless, CARLOS BELTRAN!!! =D I call him Carlosy, because I love him. She started to touch the picture, which I wasn't that crazy about. Uh, she even kissed the picture, and I'm like "OMG!!!" I didn't like the picture. It was all because of that goatee phase or something. But I like the way he runs. =) Yaaay.
Then, Ms. P let me and Amy S. do our math homework. Mr K, the math teacher (and my homeroom teacher) said we have to do it MANUALLY. Blech. Well, I called out to Jen and then I thought "Omg I can't do it with a calculator" but she gave it to me anyway. It was still hard because I wanted to show the manuality (??).
Later, when I went back to reading the David Wright thingy, Joey came over to eh, throw stuff out the window. I hid my laughingness from Ms. P so she wouldn't get him in trouble. Joey threw some paper and a colored pencil out the window..tee hee. Then he SPIT in one of the books!! Ha ha...good times.
Well, I'm due for a post later to either cheer or complain about the upcoming game. Tootles!
Even though I have been diagnosed with Metsophoda, the NEWEST PROTIST!!, I can't run this blog without giving life stories. As the school year comes to an end, most things are pretty hectic. Here's my first story:
Yesterday, gym FINALLY ended, and so did Ultimate Football. It was really humid outside. I'm lucky no one stunk up the English and Reading room.
Well, Ruffs (he works with a student) and I have been friends since the beginning, talking about BAAASEBALLLL!!! On Thursday, he promised to bring in the Sports Illustrated magazine with the article on David Wright. He gave it to me yesterday during lunch, and I said I was going to read it during English/Reading. (I think I'll just call it English)
We were having a free period, so I went up to Jen's desk. Jen is my awesome friend obsessed with movies and Jake Gyllenhaal. Together, we rule the world with our Aquarius traits. I was reading the article with her, and there was this little section on nonetheless, CARLOS BELTRAN!!! =D I call him Carlosy, because I love him. She started to touch the picture, which I wasn't that crazy about. Uh, she even kissed the picture, and I'm like "OMG!!!" I didn't like the picture. It was all because of that goatee phase or something. But I like the way he runs. =) Yaaay.
Then, Ms. P let me and Amy S. do our math homework. Mr K, the math teacher (and my homeroom teacher) said we have to do it MANUALLY. Blech. Well, I called out to Jen and then I thought "Omg I can't do it with a calculator" but she gave it to me anyway. It was still hard because I wanted to show the manuality (??).
Later, when I went back to reading the David Wright thingy, Joey came over to eh, throw stuff out the window. I hid my laughingness from Ms. P so she wouldn't get him in trouble. Joey threw some paper and a colored pencil out the window..tee hee. Then he SPIT in one of the books!! Ha ha...good times.
Well, I'm due for a post later to either cheer or complain about the upcoming game. Tootles!
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