Hmm. Time for a bit of change. New template. We'll see how this works. I'll probably change it. Ah well.
-shiftyeyes- I got nuthin'.
Aaaand I just lost. -headdesk-
11.26.2007
11.14.2007
This is ridiculous...
It's nice to feel safe in school and all, but this is getting ridiculous.
I understand the random search in the morning and limiting in-and-out access to the
main entrance during the day, and a few extra police, but that's where I draw the line.
Not searching EVERYONE who walks in.
Or saying you can't bring your bookbag/books to lunch (OR a girl's handbag...)
Or setting up a metal detector at the cafeteria entrance and making everyone file in one-by-one, through ONE door.
Tomorrow they'll want us to take off shoes and belts, I bet...
I understand the random search in the morning and limiting in-and-out access to the
main entrance during the day, and a few extra police, but that's where I draw the line.
Not searching EVERYONE who walks in.
Or saying you can't bring your bookbag/books to lunch (OR a girl's handbag...)
Or setting up a metal detector at the cafeteria entrance and making everyone file in one-by-one, through ONE door.
Tomorrow they'll want us to take off shoes and belts, I bet...
11.01.2007
Bleh...
Yeah, yeah, haven't posted in ages. Oh well.
I've been in a foul mood for most of the day, dunno why. Hey, at least it's almost the weekend. Huh. Battle of the Bell tomorrow, then -sigh- another competition. -gag- It's our last, thankfully. Then the Fanfare of Bands on Tuesday, then (maybe) the playoffs, perhaps the Christmas parade, then we're done! Whoo!
Anyhow. . . not really much to say. . . I just lost. -headdesk-
. . . . and the lamp! -strikes dramatic pose-
Oh yeah! Update on the shitter. (Yes, I have admitted that he's a shitter) We changed his name (again) to Petey. And, the other weekend, he has officially become addicted to playing red-bug. Yes, addicted. That little mutt is obsessed with chasing the laser-pointer. He's a hoot. He'll chase in a circle or back and forth for as long as you'll play, and if you time it you'll get him to crash into the wall. XP
I've been in a foul mood for most of the day, dunno why. Hey, at least it's almost the weekend. Huh. Battle of the Bell tomorrow, then -sigh- another competition. -gag- It's our last, thankfully. Then the Fanfare of Bands on Tuesday, then (maybe) the playoffs, perhaps the Christmas parade, then we're done! Whoo!
Anyhow. . . not really much to say. . . I just lost. -headdesk-
. . . . and the lamp! -strikes dramatic pose-
Oh yeah! Update on the shitter. (Yes, I have admitted that he's a shitter) We changed his name (again) to Petey. And, the other weekend, he has officially become addicted to playing red-bug. Yes, addicted. That little mutt is obsessed with chasing the laser-pointer. He's a hoot. He'll chase in a circle or back and forth for as long as you'll play, and if you time it you'll get him to crash into the wall. XP
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