Girls:Complex=Boys:Stupid

If you don't get my proportion, it means girls are to complex as boys are to stupid. Anyway, we had tons of fun out in the ice. Outside in the wonderful world of coldly slipperyness, lies a certain treasure. That treasure is fun( call it stupid if you wish). We took some videos but somehow they are too big to put on my blog. Oh well...I came up with a new line,"We're not on drugs, in fact, we're Mormon and we're not even on Pepsi!". We were iceboarding down the driveway, slipping and sliding in the streets, and we would be making total fools of ourselves, but no one was watching! Brandon rode down the driveway on a bike and nearly did the splits! I still thinks it's funny that us boys go out to do something stupid, get hurt, and do it again!

A Case of the Breakage.

Today in math, I sit silently in my seat doing a chapter test. I finish the extra-credit, which surprisingly wasn't too hard. I slowly walk up to the front, staple my work to the test and turne it in to the wooden basket. I return to my seat and sit their for a couple seconds when the bell rings. I bend over to pick up my 3-inch binder and put it on my desk. I reach onto the shelf that is attached to the legs under my chair. I begin to pull out my math book as I hear a crash on the floor. The majority of my clay project lay in one piece on the floor. The other small, but important details to my clay project lay near it. The two pieces were the head and the neck of the guitar that runs through the center of the bowl. Everybody around the room gasps as though a piece of art from the heavens fell to the Earth and shattered into a million pieces. I pick up the pieces to examine them and realize that they can luckily be glued, but they would no longer be dishwasher safe. Oh well...

Ice and Musical Tragedies

Today in our 7th grade band rehearsal, our director, confessed to us that he would have to cancel the concert. This is because of an ice storm that would supposedly start at 3 o'clock, and right now it's 8 o'clock and it still hasn't started yet. It's about to, according to Accu Weather. On the bright side, tomorrow is my first Jazz Band concert. Wait a minute...The ice is beginning. I guess nothing right now is really tragic, so I should change the title, but what would I change it to?