Oh, and check this:
Cooper: I have some stamina issues, but most guys do, and what I lack in cock I make up for in tongue
Kim: i think you struck me speechless
Kim: thats impressive
Kim: i had absolutely no witty comback for that
Cooper: sweet
Kim: you win that one
Cooper: and I didn't even have to use my line
Cooper: about
Cooper: heel-shaped bruises on the back of my head
Kim: two in a row isn't fair cooper
Cooper: you'll take it and like it, missy
Cooper [22:14]
There's a lot I could say.
But tomorrow is Latin State.
W00t.
I didn't make the Certamen team.
But I am gonna jam like a monkey.
Interesting result I got back:
"Unless you are a man taking this quiz, Congratulations! You are truly fem! And if you are a man, why are you taking this quiz? Just taking this quiz damns your soul to hell. And believe me, there won't be any Judy Garland records or Architectural Digests there to make you feel at home. Stop playing with your eternal soul and straighten up!!!"
I don't read Architectural Digest.
Cooper [22:09]
Burrito should really be slang for erection, don't you think?
Cooper [22:53]
So I got bobthefish42@hotmail.com back.
That's cool.
But all of the old emails had been deleted. Go figure.
Cooper [15:51]
Nosebleed.
Something woke me up. I wonder if it were the nosebleed
When you wake up with a nose full of blood, the first thing you think of is blowing it. This is the worst thing to do. The rapid change in pressure inside the nasal cavity undoes all the work your platelets have been doing, and it may rupture additional sensitive capillaries in the nose as well.
It was 6.34. My alarm wasn't supposed to go off until 8.01.
Kind of sounds like a Chuck Palanhiuk novel, doesn't it? Or perhaps I flatter myself.
Sorry it's been so long, guys.
You see, I've been funking out in every way.
weekly recap
Monday. School was school, then I had Certamen practice. Did pretty well, I think. It's very strange: Kim seems utterly convinced that I'll make the team and she won't.
Tuesday. School, again, was school, and then play practice for State. It went fairly well, seeing as I had to read three parts myself, because the band kids couldn't make it. Ah well.
Then FireStarters meeting. It was really productive. Lots of insight. My director is also tech director for the Festival, so I get any props/lights/sets I want. Smooth. Also, John Minton himself will be acting in it. As well as The World's Strongest Man from Pee-Wee's Playhouse. Only problem: I was given one (1) week to effectively double the length of the play (id est write three scenes). As of now, I've added half-again length to the play (a full-length scene and a short scene). I hope that'll do.
Wednesday. I picked up my glasses after school. Nifty. They're hypernerd. Then church, of course. Had a nice jam with Steve-o and Mike. Woodland has congas now. Hardcore. Uncle Tom and I rocked it on the congas.
Thursday. I was called out of Latin to the office. Sat in the office for 40-odd minutes. Finally got to see Dr. Lanford. Who told me that I was (again) Volunteer of the Month. Problem: the certificate was torn. 'I'll get this fixed and call you down later.' Yeah. Flippin' waste of time. Half the class period gone by and for what? A form letter and a torn certificate.
UIL after/instead of school. Got fifth in Science; donno about Spelling, but the words were ridiculously easy, which is a bad sign. Saw Monica Uddin and other Churchill peops. That was fun. Tried vigorously to escape Rachel's advances.
Friday. Really, an anticlimax. No Certamen, so I went home. Had a nice talk con los 'rentes re: life.
Went to Jim's with Ben, Vega, and April. Saw Laura (Shaw), Amanda, Taylor, Jeremy, and Sean there. Saw Sarah Bryan there, too. Julianna was working, so she came over and chilled out with us. Man, good times. Topics of conversation: dog sex, the Pope's breasts, the song 867-5309, et alia.
Found out that Paige and Laura hate me. Or so quoth April. Julia says no dice, but I'm uncertain.
Saturday. Went to breakfast with Brittney. That was nice. We went to Sunil's, woke him up (it was already 10), slept on him for five minutes, talked to his mom, then left.
The majority of the day was spent working on my Richard III paper. I think I'll get it done. I hope I'll get it done.
Around 23.30, Sunil calls. 'Come outside.'
So I do.
Sunil and Sarah Gonzalez are apparently just chillin' out. So they bug me. That was cool, until my mom (wearing only a men's dress shirt, her usual sleep attire) gets up and goes to check on me. Finding me not in bed, she kind of freaks out, and Sunil and Sarah run away. Mother wasn't too upset.
Sunday. Which brings us to the nosebleed. Fucking oak pollen.
Cooper [08:43]
