Jabbering and Other Junk

Teasing/whacking the little eighth grade guys is really fun. =D Hee. We're kinda friends. One--Kyle--and I somehow always end up sitting near each other in math. We pass insulting notes and get in trouble for hurting each other. Toby squirts me with water, and I whack him. He has the coolest accent, though. xD New Zealand. And Stewart is just...yeah. xD Sorry if I've bored you. I'm really excited, because we're acting out a modern version of Beowulf in English, and we're in groups of four, and most of my group is really fun. Well, the guys are. One person is just uncreative, boring, and popular. -.- Oh, well. It still promises to be interesting. Our English teacher wouldn't let us make Beowulf a hobo, and Grendel a granny. xDDD Oh, well. We'll still be creative. The narrator shall play with dolls. =D Except, when we were toying with the idea of having Beowulf be a self-centered doctor, Eliot said that there could be a nurse, and glanced at me. o_o I don't do that sort of stuff. But the good news is that my friend appears to have given up on trying to get Eliot and I to fall in love with each other. -shudder- Ha, ha. She was obsessed with that last year. Maybe she realized it wasn't working. Oh, and I just noticed that my friend Alex is taller than me. Like, way taller. We've always been roughly the same height, and I went up and hugged him today, and I'm, like, woah. xD Right. I'm gonna shut up now! =D

Hah. This is part of something I just e-mailed my friend. I got bored, knew I should post, and pasted it here. xDDDD Well, homework calls. -.- More later!

Love,
Faye