"Here, I got it apart... but I can't get it back together."

*Antion and I, comparing scores*  (I talked to him a lot tonight) 

Antion:  I erred out that one time...

me:  I didn't make any errors.

Antion:  I did.

me:  Um, I know.  You can't err out without making errors...

me:  *checks with Abbey on how to say something in Chinese*

Abbey:  *tells me how*  Anything else?

me:  Um... probably next week!  You're stuck with me on your team for the rest of the year!

Abbey:  *laughs*

Antion:  *lays down on floor to watch movie* 

me:  Someone, step on his head...

Antion: Yes, please do, and put me out of my misery.

me:  I thought you said you were happy --

Antion:  I am!

me:  Yeah.  I'd hate to see unhappy.

Antion:  *comes in* 

me:  It's the lemon meringue shirt!

Antion:  It's my banana shirt.

me:  It looks more like lemon meringue.

Antion:  What are you guys doing?

me:  We're waiting for you!

me:  So what have you been up to?

Sarah:  Schoolwork.

me:  Anything interesting?

*we get into discussion about wars which were named for numbers of years which they weren't*

*we're confused*

Talking about honest doubt, reasonable faith, and foolish faith tonight during class:

Pastor B:  What would honest doubt be?

me:  If you said that I should jump out of an airplane, and that you'd catch me... I'd doubt it.

Pastor B:  What would reasonable faith... oh, leave that one for a minute, what would foolish faith be?

Sean:  If I believed you when you said that you'd catch me if I jumped out of an airplane!

Pastor B:  Ye...ah.  But if there was some guy, The Great Airplane Catcher, who had caught people a thousand times before when they jumped out of airplanes, then you might have a reason to believe him, and that would be reasonable faith, right?

Well, that title, The Great Airplane Catcher, got me amused, so I began drawing a guy catching airplanes.

Toastie, however, was not satisfied with my drawing and made his own (which was better, of course).  So we enjoyed that...

Toastie:  *hits me with pillow*

me:  *hits back*

*we get into big pillow fight*

Pastor B:  Guys, try to behave.

Mr. K:  And if you can't behave, sit down!

Toastie:  *hits me with pillow*

me:  Hey!  You shouldn't hit a girl... especially an unarmed one!

me:  *hands CD to Antion*

Antion:  Um, what kind of music is it?

me:  Christian

Antion:  *laughs*...thanks... Christian...

*sigh*

Some day, maybe, we'll stop teasing each other so much!

And now, sitting beside me on the table, is an enveolope with pictures in it, and it says, "All your memories are printed on Fujicolor Crystal Archive Paper."

They are?  I though they were printed in my mind.   Plus, there are an awful lot of memories that I don't have pictures of!