Disco Spermwhale!

Just got back from a FANTASTIC! William's Brothers Hard Times Jug Band concerto at Sampson's Roller-Rama! Mother dropped me off at the rink for the "concerto" on her way to dollar night at The Tattler.

I like to call concerts "concertos" because not alot of people say "concerto" and this is one of the things i use to set me apart from the rest of my classmates. Mother says it makes me sound french. Which, she informs me, she hates worse than her oddly shaped nipples.

So I called my "ladyfriend" again, but still no answer. I'm getting worried, we haven't spoken or seen each other since our "four seconds of passion" in the hospital last week. I still have the love collage ready for her though, once she calls.

Still, "the crew" and I had fun, even though I turned my ankle playing "Disco Spermwhale", that game where you jump over the lights coming from the disco ball, and if one of them hits you, you have to skate as fast as you can to the water fountain, fill your mouth with water, spit it into the air, and yell "i'm a disco sperm whale!"

It was really A HOOT, until I turned my ankle of course. Once i turned my ankle it was more like high pitched screaming, a fair amount of crying, and A TINY BIT of urination in my parachute pants. I called out for help from "the crew!", but neither Willy, nor Balz would help because I broke the "no calling us 'the crew' in public" rule. They can get touchy when we're at the rink.