Today is dedicated to...Akeel. Try and live it down.
I am going to start with the phrase of the day (thanks to max): You scratch my back and I scratch yours. I do love that one. The phrase of the day was brought to you by Dan Rousell.
It was back to school today. It's always harder to wake up in the morning after half term and today was no exception. As I woke up I was faced with a morning changing decision. Have a shower and have more time for morningly watch of sky sports news and get down in time for the newspaper round up at about 7:45 or have a bath. In my opinion a bath just edges a shower. You get your whole body in the nice warm bath and its more relaxing however shower is speed. In the end I thought the idea of a bath is just a cut above shower and paper round up so I had that.
Well the poll is hotting up now. Davis took an early lead but Clarky is coming flying back now. Anyway on the subject of Mr Davis as anyone who was in assembly saw he now has a whopping great beard. This mornings assembly was the best of the year (Not being sarcastic either it was quite good.)First lesson was DiDA and when Miss said SPB (The project) is due in Friday I felt like I swallowed a frog. And a large one at that.
Second thing was science. With Mr Gay.
After being 10mins late to English because of certain things I arrived and Clarky was looking slick. He wasn't in a bad mood he was in one of them moods when he will turn teaching us about metaphors into how the war started and trench foot. Anyway today was one of his going way off topic. We were talking about war poetry and it turned into a mass debate about how big nuclear bombs are. It turns out the ones that hit Japan were half the size of the classroom. Then the whole issue of how they carried it around was brought up. Next was lunch and I remember my sandwiches! O Yes! They were nothing spectacular. Just Turkey in brown bread but it was good enough for me.
Fouth was Mr Anslow science. Uneventful but always funny as hell. Last was Geography and there was a revelation concerning the poll. A large one too. It passed with only one incident.
I got home and it was earn my controller back time. I did it. It was time to settle my score with Akeel on FIFA. Oh how he wishes I didn't clean my room. It's not the winning its the rubbing it in. Oh how I rubbed it in. With his dream team he was out played and destroyed. 1-0 victory doesn't tell the full story either. Then it was on to bigger fish to fry. It was off the play Scotty and obviously there's not much you can do when refereeing decisions go against you and I am Villa and hes Man U. I think I dominated to but 5 lucky goals sent me crashing down. 0-5 was certainly an unfair reflection. Round 2 was a close game to be fair he did dominate but it was only 3-2. Moving swiftly on it wouldn't let me play the Rousell again. 'I don't think our ps3s like each other.' It was the return of the Crowley v Whitby epic. The final game was truly and epic. One that will live in the memory of the players and spectators for many years to come. I took the lead with a spectacular drive and then he scrambled in a goal. Next came one of the longest shootouts ever. Longer than Cougars GPR shootout. I missed and had to save to stay and in and I did. This sparked wild celebrations and then we just didn't miss. I went past both keepers taking one until I missed again but then I saved the next ome. Even wilder celebrations happened. Good job mum was out otherwise there would have been words. Then I missed again and he scored but I was the moral winner. I won.
I watched my first episode of The Inbetweeners and it is the funniest thing on T.V.
EDIT:
DISTRICT CUP FINAL 5 O CLOCK KINGFIELD STATDIUM. Be there.
GRRRR IT DOESN'T WORK :(
Episode 1 Series 2 Here:
No Where's Wally today :(
JD
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