It seems fun. We're not required to use heavy tennis equipment. Plus, sport players get to wear jackets. Isn't that awesome?
I'm getting the physical done tomorrow. I hope they'll look past my asthma. And I'm gonna try and get a racket and some sport bras and a jacket tomorrow. I'm not sure where though.
Oh... so my Biology teacher chose several kids from our class to do recycling duty. That meant that we had to go all around the building, collecting recyclables from each class and office. So she asked if I wanted to go. And I said yes. I mean, a chance to get out of class. DUH! I just didn't like the fact that we had to dump that huge trash can into the recycling bin later.
So I was assigned to this other girl and we were assigned to go outside to the temps and collect recyclables. It was so sad. First of all, it was COLD. Second, nobody had trash. But then our Biology teacher gave us another spot to collect stuff and that if there are no more other spots, we can walk around with the trash can.
When we went outside to dump, we met Jose and this other girl. And he helped us with our trash can. But I had a feeling he was trying to avoid one of us. I'm not sure who. But then the girl who I was assigned to kept following them. Other than that, she was very cool and very funny. (She's a sophomore, btw.)
Okay so the sexting thing. (I'm proud of myself. I'm going by this pretty fast.) Well my friend, Victoria (I think that's what I pseudonamed her) started texting this random number on my phone. (In fact, she did the same thing on Tuesday and they started talking to one of my friend's brother.) So yeah... This boy was freaky. He started talking about me sucking his... you know. I played along saying sure. I'd meet him after school at the entrance. Then he started describing himself like he had an eight-pack, light skinned, with dreads. Sexy as h***. I don't even like eight packs and I could care less for dreads. Except in certain situations when you're like the guitarist of a German band that I like. But other than that... He didn't really appeal to me. So the dude asked for a picture.
This was health class so me and my friends started going through our health books, looking for pictures of nice decent looking girls. Note: These health books were made back in the early 2000s. People did not dress very nice. And then we finally found a picture of a hot girl once we already sent a picture. So my friend made me go up to the health class substitute and ask for a Jet magazine. I think he was suspicious because he was like, "Why?" I was like, "I wanna through it." He couldn't really object because I had done all my work neatly and completely. Even if I did come 15 minutes late.
So yeah, everyone in Jet magazine was either too old (Note: We already mentioned that we were sophomores.) Or too recognizable. (Eh hem. JET magazine!) But we settled on this woman (who happened to be where we were from) who had big boobs and was wearing a bathing suit. We took a camera phone shot of her and sent it to the dude who claimed his name was Devon btw. Then he set us a totally FAKE picture of himself. It looked like it was taken straight from Google Images. First of all, the dude's dreads were swinging like in those photo ads for hair where the hair of the model is flowing every where. And the guy was dark skinned. He wasn't even cute. And he was like 20 something years old. Devon was supposed to be a junior. At least we tried to make it real. The boy didn't even act like he was trying.
I think it's him that texting right now. Did I mention that we even called him during class? Yeah, we're some freaky girls.
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