tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-54570601784660607702007-10-20T11:05:00.000-06:002007-10-20T11:52:42.973-06:002007-10-20T11:52:42.973-06:00I think I might be regaining some of my former status. I have a boyfriend and I've been <em>asked</em> to try out for cheerleading. Supposedly it's because of my moral fiber or something. Whatever. Since when did that matter? The cheerleaders in Texas didn't have any.<br /><br />So even though I really wanted to, I was planning on saying no because daddy told me no cheering. But then West told me that I should and stalker/boyfriend tops dad in authority.<br /><br />Sadly, my brother isn't excelling as well as I am. Back in Texas he had a few friends and was on some sort of flag football team or something. Here, he has no friends and couldn't make the chess club. Poor Twerp. The other day I found him playing with Dad's paper shredder.<br /><br />"Hey... you. Wanna see my cheer?"<br /><br />"It's Lyle. No. I'm busy,"<br /><br />"Come on, I need, like, an audience,"<br /><br />He kept shredding.<br /><br />"Look, its not like you have anything better to do. And I don't think Daddy will be very happy when I tell him you're jamming up his favorite shredder,"<br /><br />He got all red in the face and started stuttering. I took that as a sign to start.<br /><br />"Ready! OK!" And I was just about to do my super awesome back hand spring when the little brat stabbed me in the side with a pair of scissors. "Linus, that was so not cool!" I shouted, stabbing him right back in the arm. He started bleeding and screaming and it took a minute to remember that we wasn't special like me. Oops.<br /><br />"Suck it up, twerp, it'll heal over," I said. "Daddy! Linus is bleeding on the carpet. Hey! Do you wanna watch my cheer?"<br /><br />"Dad! I think I'm gonna need stitches!" Linus/Lyle yelled over me.<br /><br />In the end we got him a nice purple band-aid... After Daddy told me how great I was and bought me some new shoes. Seriously, I don't know what he complains about. If he's lucky he'll get a scar. Chicks dig scars. I do.<br /><br /><hr><br /><br /><blockquote><h2>Message from the Chef:</h2><br />Remember to participate in the <a href="http://www.burnttoastdiner.com/2007/10/photo-caption-contest.html">Photo Caption Contest</a>. Winners will be announced in a week or so. Be witty, be funny and be captiony!</blockquote>Claire Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15834418546079192977noreply@blogger.com