FITNESS = NO

Might I take this time to remind all of you that this is the LAST FITNESS TEST EVER!!
IN OUR LIVES!!!

Therefore, I will branch off into the larger topic of how utterly pointless fitness testing is in general. I'm sure in reality it is just an excuse for our P.E. teachers to laugh about how slow we are and remember their own glory days, when they ran 5 minute miles or whatever. Hell, I'd really like to see Mike Durand run a 5 minute mile now.

Similarly, does fitness testing even test your fitness? It tests pretty much (I'll sum it up for you) your: ability to rip your hands apart, your useless capability to sprint a mile, your ability to jump more than two feet (yeah!), and previously, the ability to reach past your knees.

However, I'm also thankful for fitness testing. If it hadn't been for this wonderful development, we never would have gotten out of P.E. after five minutes of class. We never would have learned the true joys of being able to do the flex arm hang. We never would have had the opportunity to get an A in P.E.

So I'll leave you with these thoughts: It happened, and I'm glad for it, but I am sure as hell thankful that it's over.

Why "I Made A Post" Sounds Dirty

...It sounds like I made a doogie. It's the same sentence structure.

Lo que paso paso

Hello all.

As my facebook attests, I have burned my knees. I didn't know it was possible. It is. It very much is.

As I face what may or may not be summer I think of a lot of things, namely: will I be able to learn some Arabic in time for my departure to Morocco? My dad's gotten me some language tapes out of the library. Here is a sample:

*Random classical overture*

the moon....*20 seconds later*...el *gutteral throat noise*
the bank..." "...el bank
the grass..." "...el hajjqqqhawhwiehra
Tuesday..." "...*vomiting noise*
the work..." "...el faaahrwqa
the tea..." "...el sha

So far I've got "tea". And "praise god" and "god willing". So I might be able to say "god willing...tea." Or, "praise god...tea."

I've also been looking at library books on how to write it. It's hard. Everything's in cursive, and there are no vowels, and it's backwards. But I think I've got my name (which is something like "ktyrn"), so that's a plus.

Then again I have French, so I'm not nearly as screwed as everyone else on my trip. Or VJ and Adriana. Noobs.

Que?

Guys, what will happen to this lovely...amalgamation of spazz spazz?

(I still can't spell...)

Let's revitalize the Spazz Spazz

I've decided to return from the land of the dead and indulge in my favorite excuse for reality! Let's all make the same decision, and actually POST on this blog (as well as on our own blogs, of course). I know school sucks right now, but how do we intend to survive without the Spazz Spazz? That's right. We can't.

Perhaps I should share with you all my adventure into the wide open world of Pokemon. What did I gain? Nothing. What did I lose? Lots and lots and lots of time. But at least I could beat Ishani in a poke-smackdown... If only she would accept my challenge, my poke-urges would finally subside (these poke-urges did not come with puberty, let me assure you) and I could move on with my life. But alas, she is a wimp and doesn't want to lose. To me. At pokemon.

This was a failure. But at least it was a post! Come on, guys.