Before I start ranting and raving, go to this website: Here. I found it extremely amusing. I'm "Lane Meyer." The good thing about it is it has so many answers to choose from that there's always something that works.
"Nobody's looking for a puppeteer in today's wintery economic climate!"
Yesterday I went over to Rachel's in the morning and we visited Burkes. It was nice to see everybody. I really miss Ms. Patrick! If only my teacher would get up and dance around the room with a stuffed warthog. I told her about how my teacher is skipping all of the puns, and she was like, "She didn't tell your class about the sex?! That's horrible!" I really miss her.
Then we went and had lunch at Bill's, and after that, I dragged Rachel to the Walgreen's on Geary, which was like, a lightyear away. I called Michael Bernstein and his answering thing is a machine that talks, and then Michael recorded his name. (His part is highlighted.)
"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic message answering machine. MiChAeL BERnstEin.... Is not available. Leave a message after the tone." So the first time I called him, I laughed and hung up before the tone. The second time, I was laughing and yelling "MicHaEl BeRNsEin!" in that weird voice changing way, when I realized it was recording. Ooooops!
When I finally left a message, it was like, "Hey hon, it's me, call me back at (Insert Rachel's cell phone number.) So after about 300 years, (A.K.A. 5 minutes) he called her back. But we didn't hear the phone. So I called him again.
Me: Hey, Mike, you called me.
Mike: Who is this?
Me: Rachel.
Mike: You called me like, 6 times.
Me: Oh, about that... *Hands phone to Rachel*
Rachel: Huh?
Mike: You called me like, 6 times.
Rachel: That was my friend. I told you! I told you she would! I told you so, so ha.
Mike: *Something I didn't hear*
Rachel: 'K, bye.
So then on the bus, I called him again and started telling him lame stuff. (Good conversation material for Rachel and him on Monday.)
Me: Hey, it's Nicole.
Him: ....Hi.
Me: What's brown and sticky?
Him: ...Huh?
Me: A stick!
Him: Not funny.
Me: Do you know Mayer?
Rachel: Mayer is from Cathedral. Mike is a Townie.
Me: OMJ SO YOU KNOW CHARLIE STEVENS?
Him: I hate that kid!
Me: His SN is Chucklenuts something.
Him: He stalked my friend.
(I don't remember much else, because the bus driver was being really rude and wanted me to pay, so the rest is paraphrased.)
Me: What goes, "Black-white-black-white-black-white-black-white?"
Him: Dunno, what?
Me: A nun falling down the stairs! What happens when frogs park in the wrong spot?
Him: Dunno.
Me: They get "toad."
So that was the deep, meaningfull Michael conversation. So we walked over to Katho's house and we were going to ask what time she was getting home from Lick, but no one was home. We waitied and waited and called her, for 3 HOURS, and she finally called us to tell us she wasn't getting home until 5. And we were getting picked up at 4:30! Aaargh. But we love her and we're going to her house to have a homework party of sorts.
I plan on actually getting stuff done.
And then calling Michael Bernstein.
And then maybe Sam. Because with a head like a turtle, you just have to harass him. There's just no reason not to!

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