thursday 05

Tursday 05
Dear Dumb Diary,
Meat Loaf Day, of coures. Thursday is always Meat Loaf Day. If you buy your lunch at school, lunchroom monitor Bruntford is there to make you eat the meat loaf, in spite of the fact that it smells like baked armpit.
Our opinion of Miss Bruntford has changed, I guess, She is still ad mean and nasty as, let's say, a cow with thingies that could choot flames at you,. but when Miss Amy's hopes and dreams, so in some ways she's really, really nice.
Still, it's easier to eat the meat loaf thantoget into an argument with Miss Barny about it, so today I tried to make it more appetizing by sayinh "meat loaf" with a French accent. But cantorting my mouth in French ways just made me gag more.
Sam was doing her best to try to make me laugh while I was eating. I told her never to do that becouse I once heard about this girl at another school who laughed while she was eating lunch and shot spaghetti out of her nose. The teachers were afraid it was an intestine or vein or something, so the school nures had to come down to the lunchroom and remove it while the entire word of her school watched. Of course, the combination of nasal-noodle - poisoning and high - intensity embarrassment nearly killed her.
While Sam worked even harder to make me laught, Angel walked by on her way to the super - popular table. I could have sworn that I noticed Angel stop for a split secong next to our table, as if she was thinking about sitting down.
Angel can sit wherever she wants, of coures. Everybody knows that. When you are as pretty and popular ad Angelr, there is a very short list of place you cannot sit to eat lunch.
WHERE ANGEL CAN'T SIT TO EAT HER LUNCH
1. MARS (FOR NOW)
2. ON TOP OF THE PRESIDENT'S LUNCH
3. THAT'S PRETTY MUCH IT
I thought she was thiking about joining us, but she must have just stopped for a second to let a wedgie self - -correct or something like that. (Sam says that super - attractive people don't get the sort of wedgies that repuire you to go in after then like a rescue team saving a puppy stuck in a cave. They have the ability to gracefully flex their heinies in such way that thei butt, like, spits out the underpants - which sounds horrible and magnificent at the sane time.)
*ANGEL'S FAVORITE LUNCH? FLOWER PETALS WITH GLITTER AND PERFUMR PROBABLY...
After lunch, we stopped by the office to see Aunt Clover and lisent to her blabber on about her wedding dress and shoes and veil and all that junk. Sam mentioned that the wedding was coming up fast that she would be surprised if everything was ready in time.
I think this freaked out Aunt Clover a litter, becouse she grabbed a calender and showed it to Sam and told her that she had plenty of time.
Then she told Sam againe that she had plenty of time and then she told me. She told us both a couple more time and then she actually taol that calendar that she had plenty of time, but it almost sounded more like she was begging calendar instead of telling it.
Nice one, Sam. Seriously, what were you thinking?