Oh my. A Tuesday night where I'm not out on the football field freezing my ass off. Unheard of!
Today was pretty...you know, normal. Except I do have more updates on the apparently shoujo manga of my life. *watches as people shuffle off grumbling*
Didn't see Phil until fourth hour, band, which was what I figured. He and I kept making faces at one another in the beginning [because this week is Red Ribbon week, and today was "hat day", and he wore...a wig]. Class goes on...Mr. Lobe [student teacher] had his first directing gig...then class was over. After packing up, me, Missy, Shannon, and Phil formed a quad and were talking and then I randomly gave Phil a hug. [The nice thing with band is that we're all so touchy-feely that it's not really out of the ordinary.] Shannon stared at me going "Where's my hug? D: Don't you love meee?", to which I answered "I love Phil more. :D" Then she got all mopey. "I hate you! ...But I don't, because I can't, 'cause your name is Ginger and it's awesome."
Saved by the name...
Missy and I decided to head to her locker before going to tech club. Shannon was with us and was slightly confused about the teasing between the two of us with "Joel" and "Mike" being flung around. It went something like...
Missy: Sexy Mike!
Kat: Gah!
Shannon: 8D?
Kat: It's bad because I take that BOTH ways!
Shannon: Both?
Kat: Yeah, 'cause one of them is actually NAMED Mike, while the other it's just a codename.
Shannon: Codename for who?
Kat: ...............>//>;;;;;;;;;;
Missy: *giggles*
Kat: ..............Phil..........
Shannon: AWWW!
Right before we were ready to leave and go to tech club, Phil wandered over [since his locker was around the corner]. There was a brief exchange before I just completely glomp-hugged him good-bye and he picked me up. Nyaorr...
Tech club...painted the set...my jeans finally got dubbed as my offical "tech club pants" because of the paint that got on them [and was already on them]. At one point, we were looking over the work when Missy and I decided we needed rollers to be more efficient.
Missy: You get them. I have bruises.
Kat: I gave blood.
Missy: I'm younger.
Kat: I'm older!
Missy: I have [something, damn, I forgot what she said]
Kat: I have a life. *mouths* Of love!
Missy: I HATE YOU! *storms off to get rollers*
Kat: Hehehe!
Missy: *backstage* Oh Mike, hold meee!
Kat: He HAS! :D
Missy: ....I HATE YOU FOREVER!
I have forever trumped her in mind games.
