Relay for Life was pretty amazing this past Friday. It was a lot different experience than it was when I went two years ago and ran for my mom's job (the job she ended up quitting the next day, so all the mileage I ran for them was wasted ( Read more... )

The Setting: 5th hour. Economics. Portable 13. Noon. 21 April 2005 ( Read more... )

So. The red stuff in the Kool-aid man's pitcher. That's like, fruity blood, right?

I've become aware that Royal Palm kids cannot go anywhere, especially not prom. The large majority of our school is uncultured and horribly misplaced at somewhere as ritzy and upper crust as the Kravis center. We managed to complain about everything.

The Tables: For no apparent reason that I could understand, the tables were placed inside the room ( Read more... )

Well. My English teacher has become an old fashioned curmudgeon. She comes standard with "Crotchity Old Lady" and "Stop Sleeping in My Class RAAH!" modes.

I don't know what it is that we did, but she genuinely hates us. She doesn't call us her darling class anymore or anything.

Mega-tear.

Our cafeteria has large glass windows as you enter the cafeteria and as you go through the back door to the shitty sitting area where all of the goth kids who eat three to four slices of greasy pizza and Gatorade sit and eat and talk about Invader ZiM (This is not an assumption. This was the answer given to me when I asked someone ( Read more... )

Elect me as your future Pope, hereon out to be referred to as Pope Jay The Conquerer of Beautiful Women and Hot Wheels Collectibles and Cake.

With my appointed pope powers, I'll be able to smite you and audit your taxes.

Just kidding folks. He was a great guy.

But seriously. Elect me. What the hell do you have to lose, anyway.

I had a lot of fun at Brandy's party. I don't know if it was watching Tim go around the corner of the house to go piss in the grass, when there was a bathroom with virtually no line and in a direct straight path back inside the house, or if it was the fact that people were unusually nutty after their first few drinks ( Read more... )

SATs have taken years off my life.

I dare anyone to say that test is not the innovative work of the Devil trying to spread his evil concepts of math, literature, grammar usage and mechanics against today's youth.

With our band director and a good portion of the band having gone on the trip to Atlanta, the rest of the kids left behind (Tracie, me, and the a majority of the seniors) have been left with a substitute ( Read more... )