Today was a good day. Yippie.

The Algebra II test sucked, but I think I did better than some of the people in that class. Eep.

Adv. bio test tomorrow. UCK. We stopped learning the stuff over a week and a half ago. We should've had the test then. Teh suq. This means I actually have to crack open a book. OH OH. ( Pointless Mr. Ray story )

Mrs. Rotta sent me out fourth period to run copies and said, 'Don't worry if you don't finish them all, I know there's a lot, so just put the ones you don't get to in Alyssa's folder to do.' But thing is, there were only like four copies to make. So I made them and tracked down Ben and we hung out.

World History was cool, we watched more of Gandhi. But Mr. Price still hasn't answered my Sadie Hawkins question. Horag!

In PE, we had the weight room. And like. Some of the instruments in there, man. Like I guess what I really found was this clamps to keep weights on the end of a pole, so they don't slide off. But they looked like a set of heavy-duty hand cuffs. And they fit and closed around my wrist. And like. I had them on my wrist and I was like, 'Man, look at this! I've gotta get me some of these things!' And Mrs. Pearson looked over and was like, 'Those aren't for your wrists, dear.' AHAHA.

I went over to Ben's house after school. We took this walk all the way around this hill and down in a huge circle. It was cool. Even though my socks sucked. And we found this really pretty view. :D And when we came back, we made quesadillas. Sort of. They were yummy, even though Ben really couldn't flip them at all. Hehehe. There was cheese everywhere.

Ben gave me a shoulder ride around the house too. It was hilarious. He's over 6'2, and I'm probably close to 5'1. So we couldn't fit through any doorways, and we went out to mess around with his brother and try to steal the Spanish Moss he snatched from me before. And he was getting all huffy, so Ben said, 'Okay Stuart, we're going to your room to look in the mirror' and Stuart dashed to his room and stood in the doorway with an exacto knife. So Ben, with me on his shoulders, tried to go back and get the Spanish Moss, and when Stuart headed us off, we tried to go back into his room. And it went on like this until Stuart poked Ben in the back with the exacto knife and Ben had to like madly dash to the safety of his room. Which was hard because he was losing his balance and we were laughing. It was just funny.