Ok I shall make this a short one because I want to sleep (pardon my lazy and inherent bum-like attitude).
I have to say, the Lourdes Experience was, well, a wonderful experience. Once again I apologize for the lack in variety that my posts have slowly but surely become. Yes, all you grammar (and vocabulary, if any) Nazis can come and annihilate me. Then of course, there was dinner, and as usual, we had a laughing good time. This has become the norm for outings with my friends already (yes church and school alike) and the constant suaning has become the bane of my sad little existence. So eventually if you find a dead body lying at the foot of my block, it's probably my neighbour's pet. At the same time, I might even make new friends.
So we were going on our usual jokes (mostly from Denise anyway, I'm not the kind who cracks jokes about people... No... Really...), and then Denise said, "Brandon, I think you'll fail any test I give you". Then, knowing me and my self-proclaimed-witty-yet-really-lame-and-stupid-quips, I said, "Really ah, blood test also!". And so we came to the conclusion that Brandon's blood type is F. Yes. F+. Don't worry Brandon, you can still improve.