Its amazing the lengths I will go to to NOT write my history paper. The paper I should have written wenesday night but, no, no paper writing for this Brit. I'm far too busy eating ricotta-cinnimon things mom made and watching the Pats and twiddeling my fingers so they do well. And that is a very lofty responsibility.

This weekend's has been eventful, what witht the ten, count em, ten whole hours spent at church and the room cleaning and the exciting evening at the McRae residence. Caits over now, sleeping over on a school night- an event that has not occured since the freak snowfall of february '03. So its just us Prestons watching the game...dad, mom, chels, cait and myself- the immediate family. Miles didn't come because 1). He doesn't like crowds (lol Miles) 2) not a big fan of football in general, and most importantly, 3) dad's supersitions donot allow for people who were not at our house for playoffs to be present for the Superbowl. Its a house rule. Right up there with arson and animal sacrifice. You just dont cross rules like that.

Still not writing history paper, oh, Mr DeFelice will be very dissapointed in my character. OH! Highlight of my lunch yesterday was watching Monty Python: there was a skit where they were talking in "banter" and I def caught the phrases "how's your father" and "knobs". And I totally understood. It was a great moment in my life. Then mom made me turn it off cause the shreiking didn't agree with her. She doesn't appreciate the scintilating wit that is Monty Python.

Oh, and as for my ghastly gym injury, its amazing the effect that Ice has on wounds. Had I known that it actually caused all variaties of bruising to all but dissapear, the five months of Lilly/rainbow shins would have never been.

And, yes Caity Birk, I did write that odd assortment of word masquerading as a poem. In english we have been keeping a list of words that we like. Geisetto told us to write something, a poem, short story, prose, ect, using one of the words. I couldn't think of anything, so I just used all of them. I one large befuddlement of the english language. But it sounds really cool when I read it aloud.

Well, theres only so long I can convince myself that not doing this paper is in my best interest, so I'll revert to my not-blogging ways. So have a great planet Bob night, all.



Cait: "You come into my house and offend me like this?!"
Chels: "uh, sorry...."


ash @ 9:17 PM