So my ping pong skills are getting slightly better. Go Kayla, go Kayla. I caught dad off-gurad by returning many of his "spinning balls" which I have to proclaim my proudness of...ness. Yeah. King Kayla is always right...never forget that. Especially when we play ping pong. Thats right, ping pong. I win. Again. Whoot whoot. Had a fun Spanish class with Losershoes (Michael), but I'm sure you guys hate me constantly rambling about all that so I'll move on to another topic. Hmmm. I used to have a Mexican stalker, and believe me, I am not kidding. As out there as it sounds, there was this one construction guy who freaked the bageebies out of me. He was a construction worker in town, who we saw every day from our bus. Well Timmy told me to give him the "look," smile, and blow a kiss. Apparently this guys took it all a little too much, because every day after that he would wait for the bus to come by and just smile and wave....I even got a couple air-born kisses. I havent seen said construction worker in years, but he still scares me. Moral of the story here, dont mess with construction workers. If theres ANYTHING you should ever learn from me its that moral there. And to also not trust tap-dancing moose's, but thats another story. Until tomorrow then, Your Nieghborhood Superman