Is it just in my head, or do I sound snarky when I write?

(according to the red squiggle spelling lines of doom, snarky isn't a word!  Dane Cook lies!)

I haven't blogged in a while, so here I am.  However, this isn't going to be about anything important, I promise.

I just got back from church a little while ago, feeling gross but good from having played a game of broomball.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broomball  If you clicked that link like a proper stalker, you'd see that broomball is played on ice.  We, however, played on tile with socks.  You would also learn that broom-like sticks are the tool of choice.  We used actual brooms.  True story, one of the boys whacked one of the table-barriers hard enough to bend his $2.30 broom to a 90 degree angle.  A girl managed to achieve a 130 degree angle using the same method of destruction.

Before broomball, I got to make my formal introduction to the new Youth website that I used Ning to create.  I'd planned to give a tour of the whole site, but of course the inranets only functioned long enough to bring up the main page.  Anyway, they know about it now so my purpose was fulfilled.  No one's joined yet, but I guess they're just not as excited as I am about it.

At my urging, sister got a Twitter.  I of course realize now that I can't let her follow me because I sometimes like to tweet about how annoying she is, and because she likes to tattle to mom about the tiniest things.  If I were to tweet that I am a democrat, for example, I might get in a spot of trouble.

I wonder if anything decent is on T.V. tonight.  I wonder if I'll manage to make myself get any work done tomorrow.  I will always wonder why he likes me.  (Ooh, you didn't expect that subject change, did you?)