Horton Hears an Inglorious Basterd

I have been super busy lately with homework and cheering. I have practice after school everyday and Devin has a soccer game two times a week I have to go to. I am currently boycotting my history essay that I really do not want to write. It doesn't even have anything to do with history. it's about our dreams for the future. I mean, what type of teacher tells you to go write an essay to him (as a senior in high school) about what your dreams are? Seems dumb to me. I don't want to tell my teacher how many kids I plan on having, just kinda awkward, but oh well. I need the grade.

I am currently getting like an 88 in my English class right now, which is not good at all... he actually grades these 25 min writes that he gives us. God, I hate it when teachers do that. grade a paper I had 25 mins to think about and write? Geez thanks for the D. His class is gunna be the death to my 3rd place in my ranking. I'm gunna have to step it up a knotch.

So Friday night there was a football game I had to cheer at. We won, 55-14. Big surprise, our school is all about football. Later the cheerleaders had to go to a team bonfire. I meant to only stay till midnight, but Trisha came back right after leaving and told me how there was a road block near my road. they were pulling opver everyone and giving them breath tests and what not. None of us were obviously drinking, but I was scared to death to talk to a police officer, I wouldn't even know what to do. Plus, this silver van kept stopping infornt of the bon fire and then leaving real fast, and then coming back to watch us. So creepy.

So me, Trisha, Lindsay, Sierra, and Dalis ended up sleeping at Gram's. I fell asleep with her fat cat on me which is so fat it can't turn to clean its own butt. So she has poop all over her white fur. So gross. I woke up yelling she was eating my face, I guess, I don't remember, Sierra told me I did. They didn't go to sleep till 4:30 AM. And we woke up at 11, but did not go downstairs till around 2 for our "brekfast"? Devin's game was later at 6, they lost by one point. They had been tied and had to go into overtime. After the game we went to Tim Horton's with Devin's friends, where I ate a sandwich and soup. Devin's friend's girlfriends (if that make sense) I don't think they like me that much. They ignore me. Whatever, idc.

Yesterday Dvein and I saw Inglourious Basterds. It was alright, deffinitly a turn on history. Not as brutal as the director's Resevoir Dogs, but still kinda brutal. But I like blood and guts sprayed with some humor here and there. Brad Pitt's mustache was funny in it.