What was wicked spelling Ian?
And you know what Ian? Today Lindsay was late picking me up. You know why? Cuz she was talking to you on msn. No, she wasn't preoccupied with talking to you, and forgot all about me. She knew when to pick me up, she just decided to talk to you instead.
Anyway, today was pretty cool. I was sitting with a bunch of ppl at lunch and we were telling dead baby jokes. Oh yeah. And making Brooke lose her lunch. It was fun.
I sit beside this hot guy in ensemble and sectionals. I had two conversation with him. One was about how stupid and boring alto sax 2 parts are, and the second went like this:
Me: Were we supposed to repeat?
Him: I don't know, I did.
Me: Yeah, me too.
Woog!
Anyway, I made a friend that's in my rec group, who is from Yorkton (she knows Michael, Maria) and a girl from Warman. And Brooke is also from Yorkton, and she knows James and Michael, Katherine!
I can't really think of anything else exciting that happened today. I miss Scottie!
In theory we were working with Finale and it is totally cool. You can write music and stuff on it. And in jazz we did improv, and hand drumming was totally killer! I got to use the drums this time. And we did our African dance, which was awesome. I can totally show off my mad dancing skills when I get home.
I get to learn reed care tomorrow. Woog! Blah blah, nothing else to say...
Write to me Katherine and Maria! And Maria, unless there is a comment on your xanga right now, we can't comment unless we have a xanga account. Because I tried.
Oh yeah. On Saturday or something I watched Don't Say a Word with mom, co starring the very talented Sean Bean (RIP Boromir! Never mind, he lives in Lord of the Rings 4, right Maria?) But other than Sean, it was sort of boring. I also ate a whole shrimp ring during the movie. I LOVE SHRIMP!
Anyway, Lindsay's friend Timmy doesn't think I am a fan of Greenday, just because I only liked them after I heard American Idiot. That makes me a smart fan...I go right for the good album! I told Lindsay to tell Timmy he can eat it.
Anyway, gotta go. TTFN everyone!
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Yar Yar Yar you have to be a member. Oki. Who is this lifeform you speak of who knows my brother and I?
The one that knows Michael and James is Brooke Kirkman and the one that knows Michael M is named Kristen, and I don't know the last name.
Well find out please! You said she knew me too and I don't know many Kristens...what does she look like? I'll ask Michael about her.
I didn't say she knew you too. She had heard of Michael M
Dang, sounds like this Ian guy sure causes you a lot of stress. Don't stand for that. I suggest you hex him/me. Come to think of it, that would be a rather interesting introduction "...and this is my sister Robalyser", "Hi, I'm ...", "I SUMMON THE FORCES OF EVIL TO HEX YOU" <-- followed closely by an evil witch cackle of course. It would be even more dramatic if you had a witch hat and some garlic cloves, but I dunno how far you want to take this. Or you could pull an Anakin and just cut my arm off and tell me your my father. Either way its all good. Hope you're having a lovely time in Alberta.
I was trying to phone Katherine cuz I won't see her forever (at least a week) and LINDSAY WAS TALKING TO YOU. but its all good.
ian i am your uncle's brother's aunt's mother's fifth cousin twice removed. That took a lot of creativity, so be grateful.
btw, why can't you touch lobsters/fish?
it's my brother and me maria, you ranDOM person. MUA HA HA ROBIN IS COMING AFTER YOU WITH HER GOLDEN GRAMMAR HAMMER!
Well, basically shellfish (including Lobster) is like my kryptonite. Hmm, 3 Doors Down. I'm allergic to shellfish and I don't enjoy the flavour of fish, so although I live right by the ocean, I woudln't eat out of it (especially not the Halifax Harbour, they dump raw sewage in there).
In bestowing the hammer upon you I risked the fate of destruction by my own device. I'm just gladd Indiana Jonas never received the Jungle Tested "Whip of a Thousand Frayed Playstation Cables", or my doom would be certain.
Gladd?
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