Foster-...hey rei where'd you get that bump on your head?
Rei- i got this one from my dresser and this from my good friend mr wall...*pats wall*
--at math later--
REi- is writing math exam....**
question- what does x equal in the following algebraic expression? Explain why?
REi- writes..** It equals 8...*is to lazy to explain why* because it does....
--lunch---
Rei- *gets out my sandwhich*...
Christine- *reis friend* *runs by crying and! knocks my sandwhich.*
Rob- *steps on reis sandwhich*
REi- NUU!!! Im foodless!!!!!!!!
Rob- HAHA! your gay!
DAn- punches out rob* NO SHES NOT!
REi- o.o dan....wth?
dan-..o.o
--in dramatic arts--
REi-- is wondering whats wrong with christine*
christine-- *runs away*
drama teach- CLASS LETS START! REI DO LIGHTS!
Rei- *goes up to writing booth*
Jesse- (aka the kid who looks like L from deathnote) *is hunched over in the dark in the light booth*
Rei- AHH! *falls back down stairs*......thats 3 bumps on my head in a day...
--at work..niught shift at a grocery store--
(nte rei is scared of thunderstorms)
Foster- yo rei why you skaing?
BOOM! CRASH FLASH LIGHTNING THUNDER!
Rei- *shakes like mad* AM NOT!
POWER GOES OUT!
Rei- screams and jumps on foster*
Foster-WTF!!!
Stewart- O_O *points flashlight at rei and foster and reis clinging to foster ...
Stewart-...o.o wow...i never knew you had it in you man...*walks away*
Rei- wtf?
Janoice (boss) --*turns on generators*
REi- *lets go of foster and leans on the newspaper wrack gasping for breath*
foster- uh....*grabs reis shoulder*
REi- spins around and whacks the real sensitive pot on your elbow on newspaper wrack* OW!!!!!!!! *falls on knees* :(
Foster- haha you are so unbeleivably cliche...
rei- shut up... its not my day....
(there was way more! like i mean way more, i broke a recept machine, walked down the road and these guys drove by and shooted me with squirt guns and got me all wet >.< and i lost my poor sandwhich to rob the loser :'( ...XD)


"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me!"
~Hamlet, Act III Scene II