Ok I'm going to try and go a whole post without saying anything about Bones or David Boreanaz. I like to challenge myself once in a while.
Ok so this Bishop guy came to our school today. Well he didn't come to the school, we went down to the church and he was there. And we had mass where Miss Twig conducted our beauiful choir and made us come in at all the wrong times. Once the pianist had gone halfway into the first verse before Miss Twig told us to stand up. It was really funny cause the lady was just sitting there playing away, oblivious to the fact that no one was singing. We got rosary beads, little ones, and then we started coming up with 100 uses for rosary beads! We got 100, and I was supposed to post them up today, but I forgot to bring the sheet home, so I can't really do that... Sorry! :[
Oh and after the mass, we (me and my groupies :] hehe I don't have groupies. Wait, what are groupies? Are they just random people that follow you like an entourage or your friends or what? Because in Dr.Horribles Sing Along Blog there are groupies, and are they groupies cause theyre friends with each other or is it like they stalk Captain Hammer... I shall look it up!
This is straight from dictionary.com.
Groupie -Pronunciation [groo-pee] Hehe groo-pee.
–noun Informal.
1.
a young person, esp. a teenage girl, who is an ardent admirer of rock musicians and may follow them on tour.
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stalker
2.
an ardent fan of a celebrity or of a particular activity: a tennis groupie.
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stalker
noun
an enthusiastic young fan (especially a young woman who follows rock groups around)
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stalker
Well that makes sense, because they do follow Captain Hammer around and go to his homeless people meeting and they got his autograph, and a piece of his hair, and a dry cleaning bill FOR A SWEATER VEST!!! That was a sort of Dr.H's Sing Along Blog (from now on I am calling it DHSAB. DHSAB. Hehe..) private joke. It's in one of the songs. From DHSAB.
Wait how did I start talking about that?
Oh yeah, well after the mass, since we had an extended break because the bishop came, me and my groo-pees (I don't actually mean stalkers, I just like the word) went outside and started doing random stuff like seeing who's shoe could fly the furthest, spinning around and then whoever fell down the first lost, spin for 30 seconds and then run and who ever got the furthest won, and you hold hands with someone and spin around for ages until you fall down and hurt your back and get covered in grass which makes your eyes water as you have hay fever. It was fun. We were out on the front lawn, and no one else was, because we thought they were in the locker room, because no one normally goes outside at our first break. And then this bagpipe parade came and it was really funny. Because there were bagpipes. And bagpipes are funny. :D
BUT then our teacher for our next class, who we have not made an alter ego for, sent someone out to see where we were because we didn't know there was class and then he gave out to us and it was boring.
THEN we had two free classes! French and maths. Well we didn't really have free maths, because this other teacher who we have also not made an alter ego for, came in.
Then I went to drama, which was fun, because we are doing this really nice song in this musical that seldom people know of, and theres a four part harmony! It sounds quite cool. The musical is 'The Likes of Us'. It's based on the life of Thomas Bernardo, who set up the childerns charity Bernados. It was written by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice (I think..?) and it was their first show that they wrote together, but they didn't really put it on stage, for reasons that I do not know.
I think my work is done here. But just in case you are wondering, which I'm sure you're not, David Boreanaz is not our god #3, as Laura said in one of her posts. I thought that Captain Hammer and David Boreanaz should be equal, as all humans were born equal, exept Geoffrey Holder (Punjab) , who is neither a human nor equal.
Hey I just talked about David Boreanaz. I wasn't meant to do that. Whoops! :]

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