Knife fights, cocaine and Clydesdale horses...
Bad day. Bad, bad, bad...
First, the good points: I got a new album, Nouvelle Vague. I saw a friend today I hadn't seen in ages. And policemen riding Clydesdales showed up at my school. Yes. To "crack down" on the racial "tension" we've been having. Apparently, more cops = a happy, safe and unviolent campus. Sure, because that makes sense. One of my friends came up with a very good idea: have a "spa day," in which all students are given free massages and are invited to sing and to meditate. But then the Hispanics would take offense and blame the blacks and there'd be another knife fight in the common area...
Let me tell you a little something about my school. It's in New Mexico -- therefore, academically, it sucks. In the past year we've also had two guns discovered in student's bags, more fights (several involving various weapons, including an oriental sword) than Spike and Angel ever had, and our principal was arrested for being caught in a car stoned on cocaine, the remnants of which he then tried to hide in his mouth (he was on his way back from a hunting trip. What a dick).
And now, the bad points, because horses on campus are fun. My friend just got her driver's liscence (finally! geez) so she wanted to take me out to celebrate. We were going to see Brokeback Mountain but none of the movie times fit our limited time frame. So we ended up driving aimlessly around town. We almost saw a puppy get hit by an SUV (luckily it managed to escape but it could still be out there), our car stalled twice, the ignition broke, we got flipped off for being slow to turn (she's a student driver, people, cut her some slack!), and the restaurant we went to charged us too much. Then I went home. While I was fetching my kitten from the backyard a neighbor's dog appeared and sacred the shit out of my cat -- while I was holding her -- and now I have several gashes and puncture wounds in my left arm, which are beginning to swell, because my family members are all hippies who don't buy antiseptics.
Thank God it's my last year here.
First, the good points: I got a new album, Nouvelle Vague. I saw a friend today I hadn't seen in ages. And policemen riding Clydesdales showed up at my school. Yes. To "crack down" on the racial "tension" we've been having. Apparently, more cops = a happy, safe and unviolent campus. Sure, because that makes sense. One of my friends came up with a very good idea: have a "spa day," in which all students are given free massages and are invited to sing and to meditate. But then the Hispanics would take offense and blame the blacks and there'd be another knife fight in the common area...
Let me tell you a little something about my school. It's in New Mexico -- therefore, academically, it sucks. In the past year we've also had two guns discovered in student's bags, more fights (several involving various weapons, including an oriental sword) than Spike and Angel ever had, and our principal was arrested for being caught in a car stoned on cocaine, the remnants of which he then tried to hide in his mouth (he was on his way back from a hunting trip. What a dick).
And now, the bad points, because horses on campus are fun. My friend just got her driver's liscence (finally! geez) so she wanted to take me out to celebrate. We were going to see Brokeback Mountain but none of the movie times fit our limited time frame. So we ended up driving aimlessly around town. We almost saw a puppy get hit by an SUV (luckily it managed to escape but it could still be out there), our car stalled twice, the ignition broke, we got flipped off for being slow to turn (she's a student driver, people, cut her some slack!), and the restaurant we went to charged us too much. Then I went home. While I was fetching my kitten from the backyard a neighbor's dog appeared and sacred the shit out of my cat -- while I was holding her -- and now I have several gashes and puncture wounds in my left arm, which are beginning to swell, because my family members are all hippies who don't buy antiseptics.
Thank God it's my last year here.