My team good, we don't really need a mascot

T . G . I. F bitches! And yes, that's - not one, not three - two lyrics from The Motto in one week. Scandalous? You don't say. Anyway, today as part of our annual charity fundraiser the grade nines have to do a boxercise thing. We get groups of five or six from each house to perform a routine and teach to the rest of the grade. It was insanely fun, the music was pumping and sweat glands bursting. When all the houses were through we had a little dance club in the gym. We ghetto-ass kids started a circle right there and it got insane!
And we blew bubbles in English. We're supposed to write a descriptive paragraph on it on Monday. As if anyone took any notes. We spent our time screaming over blowing the bubbles and taking pictures and enjoying a general free period.

Don't all the photos look warm and fuzzy? Which, by the way, is the exact opposite of bubbles. God, no one can look truly sexy blowing bubbles. But, surprise, surprise, Jessica is amazing at blowing things.
Bubbles, I mean.
That's the kind of talent that takes practice. I'm so comedic, though.

Always here to take a serious blow :)
Khenzo xx