Carrots and Cookies and Cream Ice Cream

Lunch today was quite possibly the most amusing lunch yet this year. Everything happened in a matter of seconds, however, but the reprecussions left us doubled up for quite some time.

So I eat where I normally eat, with my grab-n-go plate in the lunch room. Not a big fan of brunch for lunch, this was the option I chose. Jenna and hannah finish before I did, and gracia and jennifer left for band. so I grabbed the remainder of the grab-n-go and head out to the hall, with banana, carrots, and goldfish in my sweatshirt pocket for safe keeping.

As usual, there was a collection of several people in the hall, including james strand, nick nathan johnny v, grant, and others. I start eating my carrots. and as usual, I have to flick, or rather, pinch launch, at least one. it is an addiction. I don't know why. but it always has amazing effects. perhaps that's because I quite frequently hit nick nathan... and well, need I say more?

Today was particularly thrilling, however, because james was standing between nick and I, and I stuck my arm out and launched the little orange deamon.

my aim is improving.
It hit Nick on the cheek, and the carrot bounced into his "warrior whip" ice cream. The effects were spontaneous. In a flurry of cuss words, Nick took his spoon, full of ice cream, and flung it in my direction. Remember, james was standing between nick and I. So more cuss words ensued, with nick jumping around ranting about how i have thrown carrots at him (although this isn't the proper term) since we met, and james wondering what the hell just happened, and why there is a clump of ice cream on the side of his head, on his shirt, and all over his arm. Realizing what he did, nick jumps up and down even more, flailing his arms like a lobster, still angry with me. He scuttles into the bathroom to grab paper towels for james, because the rest of us are paralyzed with laughter. I figured it was in my best interest to start heading towards the band room before nick improved his aim, but he stalked off first.

Following was the unanimous decision that I had officially ruined nick's day, and that he would be pissed for quite some time. At least, until he drives all the way to the triangle ice cream outlet on the farside of town.

I ate the banana in band, and Mr. Melbey believes me to be a resident gopher of the band room.