Friday, October 20, 2006

My Brain is Hanging Upside Down

Tonight we were all filled with the holiday spirit - that holiday being Halloween. Coadster had some friends over watching scary movies. I haven't seen Scream in several years. Coadster's friends kept asking when it was made because it seemed so old to them. I guess 1997 was a long time ago, even if it does seems like just yesterday to me...

Stinky went to The Field of Screams with her friends. She originally told me she had a ride there and back, but then called me later and asked if I could pick up all the kids. I know I've said this before, but when you fill your car full of junior high students, you will notice that they exude a pungent odor. It can be quite distracting when paired with five or six cell phones going off sporadically and conversations like this:

Friend 1: Hey, see that gas station? I once gave a homeless guy a high five there.

Friend 2: My great aunt stopped to give a homeless guy some money and he stabbed her in the neck.

Friend 3: Did she die?

Friend 2: Yeah, He hit an artery.

Friend 4: Hey, you know what word is hard to say? Orange.

Friend 1: You know what's another weird word? Spatula. Spaaa-tuuul-laaa

Friend 3: I can't say the word, econonomy...economomy...

Stinky: Economy?

Friend 3: Yeah, that. When I have to give a report for global studies, I practice saying it over and over at lunch.

Stinky: It is a weird word. Hey, you know who I think looks totally hot now that he got his hair cut? Nate.

All The Other Friends in Unison: Oh my god. He totally does.

Jeez, and I thought I had ADD...

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

How many ADD kids does it take to change a light bulb?


Wanna ride bikes?

Churlita said...

One of the students who worked for me made me stick that joke to my cubicle wall because she thought it was so appropriate for me. Whatever. Hey, did someone say, bikes?

Are you in Arizona now? You lucky dog.

Mark said...

Spatula. It is a weird word. Sounds like it should be some part of the anatomy.

Remiman said...

Churlita,
Gee I really do miss those days...sometimes. lol

No, I'm going to Tucson next month.

Spatula? That's Petula Clark after marriage.

Have a great week-end Churl ;-)
rel

Churlita said...

Mark,

It is a weird word. It's just funny to hear what the junior high kids talk about. One minute they sound like they're in high school and the next, they sound like they're back in grade school.

Remiman,

Damn! I was going to make the Petula Clark joke.

It sounds like everyone's going to
Arizona this Fall.

dolittle said...

I once had to ride the "T" - that's the subway to those in NYC and the underground to those in the UK - with a bunch of junior highers. I can't figure out for the life of me how their teachers refrained from jabbing pencils into their eardrums and scooping their eyeballs out with whatever would effectively scoop your eye out. Arriving at my stop will forever be one of the happiest moments in my life..

Churlita said...

It is enough to rattle your brain, isn't it?