Youth group and such February 20, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , trackbackMr. K: “Tonight there shall be a luniar eclipse!”
Christine and I: *blink* *evil grin* “You want to see a luniar eclipse? Ooookay. Someone go stand in front of Mr. K…”
(We’re totally depraved, I do confess.)
Daniel: *indignantly* “I’m gonna google that when I get home tonight.”
Mr. K: “What, you think just because it’s online it’s true?”
Mr. K: “So which song is the closest to being correct?”
*long silence*
Bryan: “I don’t think we can really tell.”
“Not to say you’re wrong, Sean, but… you’re wrong, Sean.” ~ Mr. K.
Peter: *comes running in*
me: “Hi Peter!”
Peter: “Don’t. You. Say. It.” *glares*
me: “Don’t say what???”
Peter: *stomps off*
me: ???
Richard: “What was that about?”
me: “I haven’t got a clue.”
Bethany: “I am never clueless!”
me: “Um… yeah. You just say stuff.” *discussion about how the doors don’t understand her*
Caleb: “What are you not supposed to say?”
me: “I don’t know!”
Richard: “That’s strange.”
me: “I haven’t even talked to him in a while!”
Richard: “That’s probably it.”
[As it turned out, Peter didn’t want me to say, “You’re LATE!”, which I almost always say if he gets there after us. For some reason, it didn’t even cross my mind tonight.]
Richard: *checks between couches*
me: “I think the stash of Bibles is not there.”
Richard: 
Andrew: “So what is wrong with that statement?”
us: “It says… that Jesus… became the Son of God… after He came to earth.”
Andrew: *lightbulb comes on* “Ohhhhh. Right. That’s wrong.”
Mr. K: “After His resurrection, Jesus came to North –”
Antion: “FALSE!!!”
We played Guard the Pins, too.
Bryan: *holds out this tiny sponge ball to me* “Would you like this for protection?”
me: *automatically* “No thanks.” (I don’t hold balls while I play… it ties up your hands, ya know? And you don’t look formidable at all. You don’t even have the potential to look formidable.) *notices what he’s offering me* “Wow, thanks Bryan. I feel very cared for.”
Bryan: *ignores*
Antion: *launches balls at his sister Aubrey, who happens to be hiding behind Miss Dance*
*they shriek*
me: “Wow. My sister is very loud.”
Josclin: “Actually, I think Aubrey’s beating her.”
Antion: *throws another ball as if it’s a grenade*
*they shriek*
Josclin and I: *listen*
Josclin: “Okay, Miss Dance has her beaten on volume, but Aubrey’s got the shrill bit.”
me: “At least neither of them look anything like us, so we can pretend we aren’t related.”
Andrew: “It says that a day is LIKE a thousand years. LIKE. Comparison.”
me: “Simile.”
Andrew: “Yes, it’s a simile. Which means saying that something is LIKE something else.”
Anna: “Imagine how much horribler things are going to be in ten years –”
Alicia: “Hopefully not your grammar.”
At youth council:
me: “Sam! You got the comfy chair!”
Samwise: *leans back* “Yeah, actually I do.”
Christine: “AQUI ESTOY!”
me: “El centro del mundo! Er, del universo!”
Christine: “ANYA! I am sick and tired of you getting it wrong! It’s not just the center of the WORLD, it’s the center of the UNIVERSE!”
Oh yeah, speaking of Christine, I also ended up kissing her shoe… at least I wasn’t spitting in it! 
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I *don’t* want to know.
lol. I’m glad you only spit in CERTAIN peoples’ shoes.
you’re so prejudiced. you only spit in *our* shoes. very nice. very kind. very thoughtful. i see where *your* loyalties lie!!