Me and Mary

Me and Nigel Barker

Update on the Tin Foil Ball

Peter claimed his aluminum foil ball today from cute dean. Here's how that went.

Cute Dean "This is a cannon ball! Okay, I'm going to give this back to you, but you can't take it out until you get home. Do you promise?! Promise me, Peter!"
"shakes Peter's hand"
Me (on bus) "Take out your giant foil ball!"
Peter "I can't! I made a promise to the Cute Dean that I wouldn't! He wouldn't even let me touch it, he put it in my backpack for me!!"

Pictures!

Tin Foil Ball

I know I haven't posted in a while - right now i'm in French class, so i'm going to try not to get caught. Peter brought in a giant tin foil ball. It was the size of a soccer ball. He rolled it down the ramp of the school, and the dean caught it. (The same dean that we all call "cute dean"). His exact words were "This can break a window. Is this a weapon?!" and the lady police officer he was with said "That's a lot of foil." Then they started playing catch with it, and walked away. It was epic to say the least. That's my story of the day, and thank you for reading it =]

NEW RESIDENCY

MARY NOW LIVES IN THE GHETTO OF TIJUANA, MEXICO. LEGIT.

Brooke's Weekend

This weekend I met a gas station attendent named Bootsy, rode on the back of some blonde man's motorycle, and drank my weight in black cherry soda. I also tried canned octopus, watched 7 Pounds, and tied a cherry stem in a knot using only my tongue. What did you do?