RR: Continued
Today that same special (oh so special) girl attempted to threaten me. As she passed me in the hallway she said "I'm going to make you say owie!" and got in my face, as if trying to intimidate me. Later at lunch I could see her eyeing me. This situation has really been getting out of control, and should be dealt with.
My right big-toe has been hurting like a negro on fire (phrase courtesy of Zach) since fourth period. I think it might be in-growing again. Maybe I'll have to get surgery this time. :(
As for the gun-scare. People are saying that this kid must be a real dumbass to reveal that he(she?) has a gun, but I would have probably done the same thing (I, not being a dumbass). Guns are cool, a conversation piece. Once that gossip of Amy and Brian has reached a stale, awkward silence, I'd whip that pistol out and say "Look't this, I can fight off those ravenous-ravenous-crack-monkies now!"
My right big-toe has been hurting like a negro on fire (phrase courtesy of Zach) since fourth period. I think it might be in-growing again. Maybe I'll have to get surgery this time. :(
As for the gun-scare. People are saying that this kid must be a real dumbass to reveal that he(she?) has a gun, but I would have probably done the same thing (I, not being a dumbass). Guns are cool, a conversation piece. Once that gossip of Amy and Brian has reached a stale, awkward silence, I'd whip that pistol out and say "Look't this, I can fight off those ravenous-ravenous-crack-monkies now!"