what...is...curling?

is curling a real sport? and what is that thing that rolls on the ice made out of? is it stone? glass? old car parts that no one cared about, so they made them into a bloated pancake with a handle on the top and decided to make a sport out of it? this is what i get from it: the girl who pushes the bulb like thing is trying to get it to move in the middle of the target? and then the two girls run/skate/dance along side the bulb with broom type instruments that remind me strikingly of swiffer wet jets to make the bulb go slower or faster depending on how the first girl hit it? and then they want the bulb to hit the other bulbs out of the target. the japanese team is so frickin funny. like when they're dancing around the bulb they yell things to each other (all the teams do this, but the japanese are just funnier) and they're like "WAHHHH WAH WAH YAAA YAAYAAA UEAAAAAAA" and then the other team is canadian and they're like "HARDDD HARDERR EH EH EH EH!" haha okay maybe with less "eh"s. sorry for stereotyping, canada. by the by, still haven't read any ben franklin. supposed to have 60 pages of that sucker read for tomorrow's english class. whateva, i do what i want. i like how a lot of the women on the curling team are middle aged. go cougars! i'm going home for the weekend tomorrow and i have yet to pack. buuuut it's 4:45 am so that's not happening now. reading isn't happening now, either. interesting. oh! amanda found a new little theme for my beloved doodlejump. it's halloween themed! it's all dark and spooky and my doodle man is a ghost and the monsters are JACK-O-LANTERNS! tim was like, "oohh this is so challenging!" like he's some kind of olympic doodlejump gold medalist. THINK AGAIN, TIMOTHY. i will win the gold medal in doodlejump. i will, indeed. i'm gonna be the michael phelps of doodlejump. just saw a glass of orange juice on tv. deff my favorite type of juice. cranberry and grape are close seconds. oh and pineapple. crapola, i guess i'm just a big fan of juice. alright i need to get off here now.

PEACE OUT BITCHES,

bye babies.