Sunday

In which I don't do very much between church services and evening, except sleep.

Josh Shipp: I am cool.

Students: Yes. Yes, you are.

Josh Shipp: Don't be average. Also, the guy you have a juvenile crush on is taken, Amanda.

Amanda Webb: What?

Josh Shipp: Goodbye, everyone!

(Everyone leaves.)

(Amanda Webb gets in her car with her roommates.)

Amanda Webb: So where is this place?

Courtney Jenko: Turn left.

Amanda Webb: Turn what?

Courtney Jenko: Left. Right now.

Amanda Webb: Oh, okay.

Steering wheel: Your crush is taken. He's also barely two inches taller than you.

Amanda Webb: It is my third day here, and I don't have a crush. Shut up.

(They arrive at a bowling place thingy.)

Amanda Webb: He isn't that short.

Amanda Webb's nerves: (do odd things)

Anna Weld: Roll the ball. Into the middle of the lane.

Amanda Webb: I can't. I'm not fretting; I just can't throw balls.

Anna Weld: Amanda! You're not supposed to throw it!

Amanda Webb: Yeah. ...He left! Uhm, I'm doing badly; will someone else play for me?