L'examen Francais...(spelling?)

Ow, the French exam hurt my brain...just kidding! It was really really really easy, and kinda funny, because one of the readings was a story we had listened to in English. TrisTAN and Iseult, except the French exam spelled her name really funny, like Ysult or something. Anyway, it was really easy and I wrote an essay about Steve, the best fencer in the world because madam is a TRAITOR and is sending her son Henry to STUPID BUTTFACE KEVIN MCMAHN WHO SHOULD HAVE HIS FACE BEATEN IN WITH A BRICK OR MAYBE EVEN TWO. Hmph.
Then I went out to lunch with Kelly and Kim. Technically one might call it a brunch, since it was only 11, but I'm used to eating around that time anyway (dratted fourth period lunch) so I was hungry.
At home I cooked with Dana and Stan. We rock. Then I visited Kenmore Middle with, guess who? Bethany! She came back for the day (from Pittsburg, where she lives now) to visit and just generally hang out and see people she hasn't seen in forever, aka everyone. Kelly and Brian came with, and we had a good time scaring little children and former teachers. Good times hanging out with the token punk. Then we went to Condrell's, where Adam Bouley was not working, for yummy yummy ice cream. Wheee! I got a Bethany senior picture!
I spent the rest of the day and evening, and even part of the next morning at DanBostaph's house, where we ate good food, got my butt kicked in this cool game involving a ball and met the tallest person in the entire world, aka Ben Bostaph. I have to say, he is the only person I've ever met whose navel is nearly level with my nose. Then Phil Getman tried to thow me in the pool on several occasions, one of wich resulted in Dave Bosaph coming to my rescue. Thank you Bostaph brother!
Ok, it's either very late or very early, and I should go to bed. Night!