Friday, January 10, 2003
at 1:57 PMTake Them From Their Homes
Tomorrow ought to be my last tournament of the season. More of my amigos intend to attend, so it ought to be more fun. The core people who go seem to be me, Rebekah, Fraz, Alison, Gary, and Andee (a sophomore). But after a time, the same people exacerbate one's nerves.
Beth, Jaclyn, Donna, Jing, and even Louis told me they would go. I used to feel quite negatively toward Louis, but in my economics class he's a hoot. Jing ice skates after school in Houston every day; she knows the Russian guy, (whose name I cannot immediately recall) who won Olympic Gold in men's singles this past year. I'm fairly picky, but this fellow is most assuredly ooh-la-la in the physical attractiveness department. I told Jing I was jealous. Hee-hee. Jealous of Jing. That sounds poetic.
The Father returned. He bought the film, "Signs". I warned him about the flat ending. It resembles my flat sentences. Ker-splatto!
Some kid my age revealed he wrote about Harpo Marx in his college essay, and he got into the college. Schweet. This fellow is a Ducklist member.
I generally do not write noises, but they've proliferated this post. Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom.
