Nostalgia
Last study hall ever this morning, I'll miss it a lot. We laughed, we loved, we made fun of Jane's Addiction, we made fun of Van Alstyne's affinity for hair gel, we were threatened to stand up for the pledge, we had an intervention as a result of butter addiction, we were assailed with the putrid smell of the bacon egg and cheese, we ate numerous muffins (I haven't eaten any since eating 3 in one period, gag), we watched the banishment of Paul Curley at the hands of Karl after the legenday "blue gatorade incident, we fed Karl chicken flavored crackers, we fed Pat stale chicken flavored crackers, we demonstrated the wonders of semen as an adhesive, we saw Karl lose his powers of speech and saw his only form of communication become a sheet of loose leaf with the phrase "Fuck you" written on it, we signed people in even if they weren't there (Jaliman), we expressed confusion at the unanticipated abolishement of the attendance sheet, we watched Ian's futile attempt to throw a gatorade cap across the table only to fail and have it land half way to its initial goal, we watched Pat get angry and lose at Ultimate High Card Castle frequently, we invented a new word "douchery" to describe Karl's consistent cheating at castles, we made fun of Pat for being generally angry and yelling "Fuck you guys" in a quavery, pre-adolescent girl voice, we made fun of Alias, we discovered there was no God because of the existence of an Alias Magazine, we celebrated half birthdays and gave speeches from Lord of the Rings, I had an argument with Ian about how many Rohirrim fought at Pelennor fields in the book and lost (it was six thousand not ten), Pat bantered about his superior basketball skills and then missed terribly trying to throw a napkin into a nearby garbage can, Karl punched me, Karl punched me some more, we all made new friends of varying degrees, study hall was a lot of fun and it and its randomness will be one of the things I miss most about senior year.
On another note, I had quite a productive Environmental class for once. With the urging of Catherine, Brandon, and Chris I sent John Travolta an email from Ciavara. Now it shall suffice to say that the email was filled with a great variety of odditities and the full text of it will be available here at a later date.
Harry Potter tomorrow. We're all ready to get cherried by Rowling (except Courtney, the whore).
I hate mondays.
On another note, I had quite a productive Environmental class for once. With the urging of Catherine, Brandon, and Chris I sent John Travolta an email from Ciavara. Now it shall suffice to say that the email was filled with a great variety of odditities and the full text of it will be available here at a later date.
Harry Potter tomorrow. We're all ready to get cherried by Rowling (except Courtney, the whore).
I hate mondays.