2004-03-25 - 10:28 p.m.
Okay...well my basic excuse for not loving you all properly is that so much has happened that I feel like there's no way I could totally catch up. Also, the cast page needs a total rehauling, but I figure you love me enough that it's okay. right?
SO. The latest crazy quiddle adventure? AHAHAHAAA!!!
We took a class field trip to Boston to see Don Quixote, just about 16 of us in my Spanish II class. So, because parking was nearly impossible, they dropped us off in the middle of Boston in front of this building where the play is and then go off to find parking. So we kind of stand there for a while but of course I was present so there was lots of shouting and waving at random cars and stuff. I also attempted grand theft of a bike, stole a newspaper and had a policeman yell at me.
The play was absolutely horrid, the actors were rivaled only by slugs crawling around in salt, dying. (though I'm sure some of you get your diversions that way so...yeah lol) However, the group behind us was even worse. The entire performance they were yelling and talking loudly like they were in school and not trying to watch a play. So us snotty little private school dweebs decided to turn around and shush them the next time they yelled in a syncronized manner. So we passed word all the way down the row but being the mostly sweet and timid kids that are my classmates, I expected only AE (who I sat next to and completely adore!) and I to turn around seeing as we are just those kind of people...but for once the kiddos didn't let me down... They started yelling and we all turn around in perfect sync with the customary index finger up to our lips and give a lovely dirty look and a loud shush that causes absolute mayhem in the theatre as they begin laughing. It took 3 ushers to restore order.
And of course because we are total idiots, we got pictures with Don Quixote. The look on the faces of all the kids from public schools wearing baggy sweatshirts with their CD players hidden somewhere in their pants was priceless. I love our class though. We're great.
ALSO I MET A RUSSIAN AND I'M GOING TO MARRY HIM EVEN THOUGH I CAN'T PRONOUNCE HIS LAST NAME AND THEREFORE WILL SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE AS A ONE NAME QUIDDLE ENTITY LIKE JEWEL OR MADONNA. HEH! but oh my freaking gosh he is adorable!
Okay kids, bear with me, I'm getting back into the swing of things...I'll eventually return to the customary banter...but for now I'm going to bed.
Goodnight diaryland..Don't cross roads without looking in Botson, also, don't climb those trees that grow from those metal plastic rings because the poilceman will yell at you. Lastly, if you are going to bother throwing a fit at a little juvenile delinquint who is hail hitler-ing around the room at a public library (I swear to God, it happened) you might as well go for it because you may never get to beat up a kid that you're not related to again. bye.
