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Saturday, May 26, 2007
hello.
im here to elaborate abt what fabian meant yesterday.
about the jumble sale. it was a day ago, but whatever.
okay so the first part was blah, boring. and malcolm The Jerk wasn't being exactly helpful. unless you count ,'eh kimberly, do something leh! slack for what?' as useful. HELLO THERE WASNT ANYTHING TO DO. and there was nth to mobile. or however you spell it. so i slacked for about, i don't know, an hour? and got part of my skin peeled of by shammah and her amazing sharpener skills. so i went over to the back, to sit around and slack. then suddenly fabian picked up these stupid milo cups that everyone refused to buy. they looked okay. the cups, i mean. it aint exactly so called sell-able, though. so he placed them into the shape of a triangle and tried to throw this football that was squishy into one of the cups. suddenly everyone wanted to try. so we were thinking , eh, why not earn money with this? and we even gave postcards (that wouldnt sell) for free. so it was:
50 cents = FREE airplane postcard-like thingums + three tries of the fabian-invented game
at first no one wanted to try the game. until i dont know what happened, suddenly a girl wanted to play and a queue started. and so i just stood there, and realised that they couldnt stand too near - might as well drop the miniature football directly above the cups. so i stood on a line, and said, ' wait, behind this line, yeah okay' to the people playing. then we decided the tennis ball was better, so we used that. and the p1s refused to line up (typical) and i had to scream at them to line up. for some friggin reason The Jerk came and shouted at them to line up. i swear they almost ran off to the north pole, it was so scary. if he wanted to shout he could have gone to watch a soccer match, not come to help at the jumble sale. fabian was screaming, too. not as loud as The Jerk, of course. he was saying, 'eh stand behind Line-keeper kimberly's line!' lol. then he got so bored he stuck this cardboard box on his head. a large one, too. sandra and i got attacked - haha. and when he almost hit some glass stuff, he took it off. for about three seconds. then jerome (a guy i knew from his nametag) and sandra started attacking him. with the squishy football and a lemon tea bottle, respectively. it was so funny.
well, the jumble sale had to end and my heels hurt really bad because of the line-keeping. then fabian found this stick and started to wave it around. i had to borrow it to stand up, before watching the boys fight with it.
it was hillarious in a nutshell.

@ 3:02 AM

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