Ok well this is Rachel and Jon (who comments all the time but never gets to actually make a blog) filling in for Sam. Who just got home. After like 11 hours of non play practice and then hanging out (for lack of anything i mean anything better to do) at my father's office. Jon and I made bracelets. Cool ones- not some dinky crap you people are making.
Well. Jon says ello ello without the h and he's not british and he's not trying to spell love like that stupid song that is on Q102 until you are thinking about stabbing your ears with pencils so you no longer have to listen. At like 6:00 in the morning on your bus. And you could drive but then you couldn't read your book which is stupid anyway and hard to understand... especially because some stupid freshman stole your seat near the heater and you're really cold... (if you aren't in highschool when you get there LEAVE THE WARM HEATER SEATS FOR THE UPPERCLASSMEN!!)
For all of you poptart obsessed: Sam and I made cupcakes and now we are eating them. We also bought some stupid poptarts at the store. they didn't have icing. but there is icing on the cupcakes and blue sprinkles that Sam picked out.
Jon says he hates poetry. And that it is the "bane of his existence". Bane is a bad thing. but it sounds like a good thing. Like I bane my brother. As in I love him. or hit him on the head. One or the other.
I have to go now. It's time to watch Friends. And bane Sam on the head. It'll be just like that time I cut his hair and then they had to shave it all off... well not all of it...