I just remembered something!

Ok, so when I was reading Kaliyan's new post (Yeah, she posted on Friday) and when I got to the part where she saw Christian at Hyland or something, I think, I remembered about the HILARIOUS thing that happened happened at school.

So it's Friday, and Paige, Genesis (say it with me: HEN-uh-seez), and I are walking into the lunchroom, and I'm rambling on about how boring Social Studies was, and how we got socked with like 7 pages of homework for just that class (All of which I finished in 4 minutes, but I didn't tell them that).

When we sit down, Paige and I tell Genesis ALL about how stupid Christian is during math - we've gotten 9 sets of homework and he hasn't done ONE THING - and Genesis is laughing at us, when someone drops a tray that they were about to dump into the recycling booth thingie. (Ask later.) We all turn around, and see that it was some random 8th grader, and turn back around again.

Ok, here comes the whole point of the story. When we turn back around, we see that Christian is standing up at his table, and this kid named Conor is also standing up. Christian looks REALLY pissed off, for some reason, and he's got his fists clenched.

A quick look into my thoughts (skip if you want to get this story the heck over with xD):
Wow, this is gonna be good... lunch hasn't been THIS exciting for ages.
Genesis, get that huge smudge of ketchup of your chin. Gross! (JUST KIDDING!!!)
Jeez!! That musta HURT!!

That last thought popped into my head mainly because Christian's clenched fists landed on Conor's face, leaving a huge mark in his cheek. OW!! (Spencer, don't bore me with how many worse injuries you've gotten. We all love ya, but must we suffer?) Anyway, so then the dean and the V.P. come over and send them to the office, yada, yada, yada...

Today, surprise, Christian is absent - he's gotten the next best thing to expulsion: PAWS. It's kinda like in-school suspension, but WAY worse. You sit in a desk and do schoolwork ALL DAY. In a separate building from everyone else, and you only come to school for lunch. And then, at lunch, he had to sit at a little tiny table with the dean. Embarrassing much?

Then, when I was going out to the bus, he was, too, and I asked him how long he was in PAWS for. Here's our convo:

Me: Hey, Christian! How long are you in PAWS for?
Christian: *shrugs* Monday and today. Or something.
Me: Oh... how about Conor? Did he get in trouble?
Christian: No. Stupid f***ing dean didn't think he did anything.
Me: Um, okay. So you're not, like, expelled or anything.
Christian: *snorts* Why the h*** would I be expelled?
Me: I don't know, everyone said you might be but I guess not, huh?
Christian: Um, no.
Me: Oh, ok.
Christian: Why are you even TALKING to me?
Me: *shrugs* I wanted to see what was true and what was a lie. (Or something like that xD)
Christian: Um, 'kay. Well, seeya in math on Tuesday. *walks away muttering*

I heard one thing that he said: "Chyeah right. I'm sick with the flu all next week, hopefully..."

ANYWAY, that's my funny happening with Christian. The end.

Keep on Dreamin'!
-Emily

Yo, yo, yo!

Okey doke, Spence, here's my lovely post. It's a conversation, as usual, and I dreamt about it last night in a dream (OMG, I dreamt it in a DREAM?! Seriously!!) and I think it's a prediction, even though our X-mas cards are already done, but... you wanted me to post something, so GOSH!!!

I'm sitting at my kitchen table, when my mom calls my name from the office room, right next door. I get up and see that my mom's on the computer, looking at pictures. "What?" I say intelligently, and she rolls her eyes.

"I want you to pick out what picture you want of you in our Christmas cards, silly." she says, and I shrug, still being oh-so-intelligent. "Do you have a preference?" she asks, actually WANTING me to be intelligent.

I sigh and say, "Indeed, mother, I have multiple preferencei." No clue why I said "preferencei", but I felt like it. I know full well it's preferences, but yeah. Anyway. I say, making my mom roll her eyes yet again. "Ok, fine, so I like the second one and the third one." I say, faking exasperation.

My step-dad calls from the kitchen: "Dinner's ready!!" Ok, quick note. When my step-dad yells, he makes the floor shake. When he whispers, I can hear him from upstairs if he's in the living room, and that's saying something. I grin, and my mom does too.

"So we've got about 10 minutes, I s'pose." I mutter to her, and she laughs. Inside joke. Long-ish story. Kaliyan and Spence probably know it. (?)

And that's the end. The end. :P

Keep on Dreamin'!
-Emily