Blog For A Fuddy Duddy.

Before i wrote this blog, i checked the meaning of 'fuddy duddy' in case it was dirty or something. It means a very dull, old-fashioned, fussy person. And the title fits, this blog is fussy, in a way. And it is most certainly dull. I had a terrible day today. Actually, no it wasn't. I had first period (Communications{Media Stuff}) and most of second period (Social Studies) then i left to the Auditorium where i waited forever with other 8th graders(only a few) to take a group of Fifth graders from East Pikeland Elementary(i had no idea who they were) on a tour of the school. We needed a partner, and i couldn't get one, so this nice girl Carli took the liberty of dealing with my drab, undoubtedly dull personality. But it was interesting. There was two class clowns of the group, who were so extremely NOT funny no matter how hard they tried. I can't explain the modern child's sense of humor, but it annoys the living crap out of me. They act all cooky and disrespect other's in a way, and it just makes me plain angry. But the most annoying younger kids make me so aggravated because they remind me of my younger self, uneducated, seemingly inconsiderate, and full of myself. I've grown up, don't worry. Before I go on, i hung out with my brother and his best-friend-for-years Anthony Noble, who is the technical Uncle of my old best friend Collin Savery, but he just thinks of him as his brother. He's nice, and hilarious too. We went to Philly for my brother to pay his rent and for us to go to Sonic. It was great fun. I hid behind a couch and my brother was terrified and wondered where i was. There was a bunch(they just kept coming, there was millions) of tool-y jerks with shiny, jacked up cars and like two girls. Basically a bunch of beefcake jerkface tools. Anyways, then we drove home. It was a nice, hilarious trip. Anyways, annoying 5th graders. There was an adorable little girl, who was the little sister of a somewhat-friend of mine. She was being teased by other little idiotic, inconsiderate kids. Her older brother can grow a beard, and he's in my grade, and they said that she had facial hair. She was obviously offended, but still managed to smile it off, but i was sympathetic. I told her she didn't have facial hair, but apparently she doesn't like being talked to. Hey, i tried. Then one kid said, "Hey, you have facial hair!" to me. And i went, "Well, yeah, i'm a guy." And some idiot jerk kid who was half my size says, "Could've fooled me." It was funny, I have to admit, but still. This is why I have a love/hate relationship with kids. We share the same spirit, and i love instructing them and teaching them things and making them laugh, but they're brutally offensive to people with no knowledge of what others feel when they're insulted. Anyways, i got to skip a couple classes because of this tour, and it was kindof funny. We were quiet at one point, waiting for other kids to pass by, and Nick walked by, and i shouted out, "And there's my best friend Nick!" to the kids, and Nick goes, "HI!" in a friendly voice. Funny stuff. I also saw Saira during the tour, obviously enjoying the sight of me conducting little kids. I went on a bike ride with Nick and Colton today after school after i invited Nick over and Colton randomly barged in. I just wanted to smack a couple tennis balls with the racket in the field, but they wanted to go riding, and i couldn't protest, so we did that activity and went. I got into my Gym shorts, which ended up being a bad idea in retrospect. Good for this darned heat, but not good for leg protection. I went off that jump that caught me off guard in that other blog before, and my first try, i landed short of the seat, and my butt landed on the back tire. I didn't hit anything valuable, but pain insued. The bike seat sucker punched my directly in the intestines, the axle cut up my shin pretty bad, and the spinning back tire stuck on my shorts and pulled them off. It was quite funny, but it was a bit painful. Then Nick's second try on the jump was basically the same, but it caused no damage. Well, it did cut three huge holes in his brand new shorts(which probably earned him an enormously angry outburst and scolding from his mother). So then we rode home, i sweated like a boar, and then i cooled off and junk. I don't have to worry about the Final that much anymore. I took the first half today and it was EASY PEASY. Air conditioning prevents many teen suicides, i'm sure. So, my permanent bed is the couch until i see those identical huge spiders dead and buried in the Alaskan Tundra soil. So there. Saira has made a blog. I will post a link on Facebook. Read it please. Her distress and negative attitude is quite entertaining. Haha, JUST JOKING MY DARLING.