rarrr. i need more sleep. there are finally computers in the band room. maybe i'll keep up with this thing that i never write in.

i have the money for derek's car. its in a check made out to derek. i want it. but i work today, tomorrow, thursday, and friday. :( :( plus i have to tan on wednesday and friday before work. i really want this car but i don't have time to get it. thats sad.

my inbox has been full of email lately, after my email writing rampage. thats happy. christy is looking at the computer. hi christy. how are you? you whats always fun? to type everything that christy says. here we go....
you whats always fun? thats really bad grammar.
you might want to fix that.
*nods head and spits out apple chunks onto herself*
how about every lisbon game i make a total butt of myself. (note from tracey-christy is obsessed with butts)
and i just dropped apple on my crotch.
what was i gonna say?
oh.
i found someone that was more obsessed with butts than i am.
brittany schrode.
i have been mooned 3 times by her.
um.
she openly admitted that she likes butts. i tried to explain to her what a fetish was without being gross. it almost worked.
yes you are.
the better to eat you with my dear.
my hear nice.
you typed hear first then erased it.
i don't wanna talk to Inchak today.
cuz mallory is cheating on me with him.
no not really.
um.
i have to talk to him about the car wash.
i know i packed a lunch. amazing isn't it?
huh-uh.
thats not till next weekend.
period.
remove foot from mouth then speak.
um.
yeah.
that happens.
when i think about you... never mind i'm not gonna finish that line.
people would start to wonder
be like "tracey your friend is really gross and obscene i don't see why you like her. she should crawl in a hole and die."
kara you should crawl in a hole and die.
i'm tellin ya, i have a lot of butt pictures.
i'm sorry.
what?
hooblyhuttiwhattie?
not that i'm the greatest speller in the world, but i don't think thats right.
oh my.
um.
dee dum dee dum dee dum.
don't ask.
it still looks wrong tho.
yeah you're torched.
dude's cajun style.
so what would happen if i took that bottled water and squirted it into the computer? just be like "skruu" and it would be like i'm peeing.
i think we're gonna need to let someone in.
i tell you what.
feels nice tho.
susan es muy torched.
awww does rubber cement work really well?
is it acid free?
you're screwed.
she had a beard and it felt weird.
she had a beard.
if susan ever has kids, so help me...
no. who do...excuse me cuz i wasn't talking... yeah
um humminna
do you think i give a flying fickle?
just kidding.
um.
yeah allow me to pull it out of my sphincter.
what?
*weird noise with mouth, sorta like sucking in*
at least its not weird noise with butt.

and thats all cuz the scary little torched kids are coming into the bandroom now... LUNCH!!!!!!!!!