I'm such a slacker, I haven't posted in a while. Oh well. Umm, my week was kind of lame and really boring. The fact that more than half of my class fell asleep during Government on Monday is a testament to this week's boringness. I'm done with my college course. Yipee. Dear God, I hope I passed. I think I did, at least. I'll know soon. So, we're moving on to British Literature for the rest of the semester, which I'm not looking forward to because I'm pretty sure it's going to be tedious, and boring.

Work's been ok. All the little kids are hyped up about Halloween. They kept asking me what I was going to dress up as, I was like, "Well, I'm too old to go trick-or-treating, so my older sister and I are going to stay home and watch movies." Read: "I'm too old to go trick-or-treating ['cause if you're above the age of 12 and aren't accompanying a younger sibling or other child, you'll get arrested] so my older sister and I are going to stay home [because we're skipping out on a alternative-trick-or-treating thing at our church] and watch [scary] movies [and probably eat really unhealthy food and stay up really late, and run off trick-or-treaters by arming the security system and making it go off when people approach the porch]." Kididng about the last part, we live out in the middle of nowhere, so we don't get trick-or-treaters. At least I hope we don't. We just won't answer the door.

Homecoming week is coming up, and gotta say, I'm not excited. Juniors are planning it this year, because quite frankly we have ONE senior in the senior class, he though he's creative he's about as gung-ho about this project as a Jewish person would be about eating a BLT. [I mean no harm to Jewish people with my last comment, one of my best friends in the whole world is Jewish, and he's a pretty awesome guy.] Anyways, so it's well, technically it's just like 3 or 4 of us from the junior class that are planning this shindig. Because Muffin abandoned ship because 'we wouldn't listen to his ideas, so he sees no point in coming to the meetings if we're just going to shoot him down'. Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it. Seriously. Whiny little pansy. So we've finally come up with a theme, and we're going to play volleyball. We can't dance [which sucks] because of the church my school's affiliated with. I've never actually agreed with the whole 'dancing is sin!' stuff they flaunt, so I don't know. We're just straddled with the restrictions. I, personally, think dancing is fine as long as you keep it wholesome. No explicite dance moves, por favor. Anyways, so to avoid conflict we're having a volleyball war.

Speaking of that, my class is waging war against 7/8 grade, because they beat us in dodgeball. It sucked. Seriously, who loses a dodgeball game against sissy, little 7/8 graders?! Of course, they did have their teacher [he's actually really awesome, and we wanted him on our team, but oh well...] and the fact that they enforced the 'if the ball you threw is caught, you're out' rule. Which is how we lost, because we can dodge and lob the ball pretty hard, but if the two people on their team who could catch caught it, then we were dead meat. We actually eventually got bailed out of that and went to help the children's pastor set up for a church event. We still want revenge. We're going for feet, and stomach shots next time, and taking out the strong first and leaving the weak to pick off with extreme, sadistic pleasure.