Philippeux News - Four Stories

So.

Do you know what I just realised. I mean... Being a religious person and all, not to mention hanging out with 'a perticular group'... How could I have not asked me this? It's that:

If Jesus of Nazareth was born in 4 B.C. by Mary, Mother of God, she - being someone faithful and already believing in God - was technically believing in something that didn't exsist. I mean, Jesus Christ is born, and he is God, but God gave birth to Him, through some Holy Spirited Ghost, who entered Mary, who already beleived in the whole darn thing.

So my question was: How did Mary give birth to Jesus Christ if Jesus Himself (stupid capitalization rules) is God? And another thing on my mind was also: Who is this Jesus kid anyhow?

Oh, no! I'm being distracted! I'm watching some videos of Alla Pugacheva, the most famous Russian singer to walk our Russian soil. I thought i had heard her 100's of songs, but the's so many more. Ouch, that hurts my esteem.

But what I was going to share with you today is a bit of a Philippeux news. The exam, as everybody knows, was easier than expected. L'us hope that our other teachers spared some mercy for our dear stampede of a grade. L'us hope that the day they wrote'r exams was on a day when they watched a sad and hopeful movie, and perhaps drank a glass of cranberry juice.

Well, I think I finally invent something new, and not useful. Something new, and, as a matter of fact, useless, but in any matter, will become a popularity amounst our own [pepsi]. Yes, Yes, it is the famous 'phlog'. No, not Phillip-Blog, yet something in the lines of a Phone-Blog.

Time for a 1st person Story!

"I was sitting in the cafeteria, and the dreaded English examination was over. The fear of the year, or semester, was spend in a semi-gymanasium, full of essay writing grade 11's. But it was over. Now it was simple: lock myself in another large area, were the heat kept reminding me of my cat-in-heat (don't know the proper term). What else was there, other than to call random friends of my friends, whose parents apparently were 'the ones who have the names of the ones who I think work in McDonald's'? Yes, it stared with that."

"It was then a hate-mail and noone's-picking-up-the-damned-telephone combination that drove me to introduce my monkey friends to the random listener (well, at least as soon as they hear my message). Guys, help me on this. Does anyone remember their proper monkey names? I believe I used Kikiki, Lilili, Fififi, and Ninini. Was Jenna Fififi, and Sarah might have been Lilili; Claudia was Ninini, which I think means Krysta was Kikiki. Q: Was nicole part of it?"

"So, pissed off, I decided to leave 3 people a phone blog message. They were Rebecca, TJ, (or whatever combination of J), and Michelle. Well deary, what will they say about it?"

Guys, c'mon and spread this miracle. The Phlog... No, Flog is better. Anywho, l'us be the popculture this time, and l'it be us who tell people what to do! Muahahahaha.

(God, my cat is humping the laptop with her 'in heat' status.)

My bus ride, however, is something I think we should discuss, Sarah. While you are ranting on about 'respect for the dog-killing bus driver', and defend him on that part, I believe that you should look at bus drivers with a different perspective. (Oh no, she's on my thigh).

Nicole, Zach, Patrick and I all know about the cruel ways of my bus driver. Just cause I talk, I get moved to the front with the grade 7&8's. I've been moved there three times, and it was with difficulty that I begged and apologized my way to the back with Nicole.

Well, I'm back in the dungeon now! I asked today if I might sit with Nicole (a bit of lenience was expected from her side: no grade 12ers, exam week, and last days of her secondary jobness), but no. She was more cruel than ever today.

I asked.

She laughed.

Sarcastically.

I asked why not.

She replied - because I talk.

I stated - I see nowhere a rule saying I can't.

She said - well you disturb others around you.

What?! Well, whatever, I thought, I'll watch the movie 'Taken' with my Chinese Ipod, while you drive in the rain and keep our souls alive. But a miracle happened in the end. When I was getting off the bus, the last one to do so, she apologized for her explosion, and gave me the reasoning behind the 'the chain reaction of talking hence distracting' law. I got my way in the end, Sarah, and this was done by not teaming on her side. (Obviously, I was the cause of the antagonist side). As well, me and bus driver Kim seem to be friends of a sort, and I get to sit with Nicole.

Anyway, this was my 20th attempt at writing this particular pathetic blog, going through a hotmail phase, a google earth phase, an eat whatever you find in the fridge phase, and a phase where a mosquito bit two spots on one hand!

I will go get my revenge, while leaving you this word to ponder on:

Octoprore-enactivationisticalismlessly (I made it with pre and suf X's)

You tell me what it means, and in the next Blog, or perhaps flog, I'll define it with the truest possibly answer.

Ciao Cocao

P.S. 'Sit just me, or are each of my blogs longer and longer?