Pirouettes of Doom

Hi all!

Today was the day of Ballet, as I like to call it, and I would like to express my deepest admiration for people who can do pirouettes properly, after having to endure a full 15 minutes of prolonged humiliation in class, while spinning around clumsily.

This morning's HC test was a little better than I had anticipated; can only hope that I will attain my desired grade. :) But I shudder at the imminence of next Monday's double period Math test...

Quote:

"If you want to label something then go work at a soup factory."

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I have decided to replace this post's poem with a silly story Natalie, Dilys and I cooked up during the last 1 hour of school. Hope you enjoy it!

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Once upon a time, there lived an ootoro sushi roll. Unlike other ootoro rolls, it was made of plastic, because it was made in China-country of fake products. But it looked so delicious that Charlotte ate it anyway. Natalie, Queen of the Plastic Objects, had wanted half of the roll, but sadly, received none.

She was devastated and bought herself a real ootoro roll that was made of the freshest imported tuna from Japan, the fluffiest organic American rice and crisp seaweed off the coast of Hokkaido, to cheer herself up. She ate it and decided that it was so good; she had to have a lifetime supply of it. Her mum said no. So she signed up for an “Ootoro Making Course”.

Meanwhile, way across the world, Dilys sat in Gellogrer’s happily chomping down a bowl of Irish stew, washing it down with Guinness. What looked like Guinness was actually hydrogen peroxide mixed with black paint, so the watery substance started to break down once it entered her mouth.

“Charlotte you’re evil!” yelled Dilys as she spat that offending brew out.

Charlotte denied all involvement, and started whipping up another batch of “Toxic Chemical Stew” once Dilys’ back was turned. But Dilys had enough. She stalked out the door and into Dublin in a whirl of clothes.

On the other side of ‘the pond’, Natalie chopped off a finger from mishandling the porcelain sushi knife.

Charlotte smirked evilly; her plan for world dominance was well underway! (:

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