http://www.montroseacademy.com/

because i'm too lazy to make a hyperlink. but it's really shibby, so go visit dammit!!

we bought our esteemed religion teacher and ex-naval officer a goldfish because he whines about having no friends. the 7th graders named it Chickenwing Burrito Pork Chop. So we bought another fist to be chickenwing's girlfriend. they named THAT one Lamb Chop.

uh oh

so we're coming home, getting of southbound 694 onto eastbound 94. for those of you non-minnesotatrons, this particular exit is buit on a decreasing radius, which means the curve gets tighter as you go down. This causes some problems as you can imagine, especailly when it's icy.

Well, it's not icy today. brian and i are at the bottom, and we notice that the wheels on the semi in front of us don't look quite right. Two seconds later, BOOM, that semi is flurbling on the exchange lane over the median like a beached whale. we look at each other, go "wow", and call 911.

it was neat to see, and the driver was ok and everything, but it got me thinking: how do they get those things back up again? especailly in bitchass rush hour traffic on one of the busiest exit ramps on 694? especially when half the people getting off are idiots from wisconsin who need to return home? do they use a crane? it was under a bride. Get a bunch of people to do the old "one, two, three, PUSH!!"? i wonder what was in that truck. i hope it wasn't a bunch of nuns and orphans taking a magical field trip to see what it was like for someone trying to sneak over the border.

don't you love it in the horror movies when theres this bonecrunching bloodcurdling noise outisde the mansion where the teenybopper motorist have been stranded on a quintessential dark and stormy night, and the first thing they say is "Lets go see what that was!" and the second thing is "Lets split up!"

I call the driving academy to find out that not only is their computer convinced i'm male, but that they're switching my lesson to eariler, so now i have to be picked up from school >< this is the only time you'll hear me complaining about being embarrassed. i haven't been embarrassed in a long time, but i really don't wanna do this >.< plus i'll be in my batchucking uniform, baaaah.

now that i've remembered to turn the oven on, my pizza is done. ciao

-shuu

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