YAWN

This week was sooooo boring! After a poor grade (as in, a fail) on a lab, I got grounded from the computer for the week. That didn't really affect my blog writing because hardly anything worth writing about happened. Here are some things that I actually cared about:
My Aunt came over. This is the only thing out of this list that was actually enjoyable. I love my aunt because she's so nice and good at having long conversations (plus, I got an early B-day present). Unfortunately, she only got to stay for dinner.
Caleb had some friends over on the weekend. Although I like it when they come over, I had to write a research paper over the weekend, so my time with them was limited. So that wasn't very fun.

That's all. Notice only two things happened worth noting. The rest of the list would be homework, no computer, homework, research paper, homework.

Co-op went well. Physics class is getting better. I think my teacher is finally over the lab that we all didn't do well on. We just went over electric fields and how electricity affects a compass. It was pretty cool.
No drama. That was a low point. I always look forward to it. There was a funeral going on in the Sanctuary where we usually practice and the person who plays our main character was gone.
Oh well. That's life.

Two things not so great happened at co-op. Well, one of them actually happened after co-op, but was co-op related.
First, I played tackle football at gym. That was fun. I owned my soccer playing friend twice in the first two minutes. I guess football isn't as pansy and wimpy as you thought Casey! Take that! However, this morning I got an email saying that the moms did't appreciate it because we played with two girls. In case they didn't notice, we never tackled the girls. It was just wraps, which is like a hug. And I've seen girls and boys at co-op hug each other all the time. The only difference is that we did it while running. Plus, the girls chose to join us of their own free will. But we can't play tackle anymore.
Second, I got yelled at. I popped a balloon and scared the living daylights out of my friend. It was really funny to see him jump. The moms didn't think it was so funny for two reasons. One, they didn't like me popping a balloon in people's faces. My mom tried saying it was dangerous, but that went out the window when I asked why and she said she didn't know. Totally made that excuse up I'm guessing. The mom of my friend said not to pop a balloon in anyone's face anymore. So my balloon popping days are over (but I did get three of them off in only three co-ops!).
Also, aforementioned funeral was still in progress. They said I was too loud and it was inappropriate. Really? I was in a secluded area near the exit while the funeral was far, far away and behind closed doors. Balloons aren't that loud. I think it was all perspective. The room we were in was quiet and everyone was talking in low voices. So to them, I guess it would sound loud. I don't think any moms actually had fun as kids if this kind of thing upsets them.

That's my week. Hope yours was way better.