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So, I decided this blog thing is okay after all. I’m doing it in text right now as blogger.com is acting screwy, but, uh, whatever.
Yeah, so, anyway, school today was, uh, interesting. My German teacher and I are beginning to get at each others’ throats more and more frequently, but, you know, I don’t really care. Speaking of German, though– today was the third day in a row I was supposed to sell Gummi Bears to raise money for German Club and stuff, seeing as I’m the president, you know. I find sitting in the commons and selling 5 bags at most and wasting my entire lunch period entirely fruitless, so, after sitting there for a few minutes after the bell rang beginning C Lunch, I decided to just buy the remainder of the stupid things. 16 grab bags at 60 cents each– $9.60 for people who can only do arithmetic with a palm pirate. I then put them all in their box and went back to my lunch table, and let my firends have them. Some felt obligated to pay me back, which was fine by me (I later gave most of this to one of the kids in Econ that was raising money for Diabetes awareness or whatever, because I thought the irony was pretty quality), but it wasn’t necessary. Later on, one of my friends, Doggimus Maximus, decided to put the rectangular 5x5x10ish box on their heads. Then his dreaded English teacher, Mrs Fi(e)ndley, walked by, and mentioned it was a good fashion statement. I proceeded to put the thing on my head, which turns out to be much narrower than his, but, uh, whatever. I then took it off and wrote “L337” on the front before replacing it. He and I got a good laugh, the Russian had to be reminded of it’s meaning, and the Nazz and “Bobo” were too busy playing Magic: The Gathering of Total Dorkitude to pay any notice. Too bad Seamus wasn’t there. He would have been crying, we thought. Oh well, I still need to talk to Crisco teacher and School Sysadmin Mr “Big Andy” Gall about getting a dead IBM Eduquest 55 to strip and leet out for a college b0x0r. I wish those things had real Model M keyboards instead of crap M2s. Model M or go home, baby.
Yeah, so, anyway, school today was, uh, interesting. My German teacher and I are beginning to get at each others’ throats more and more frequently, but, you know, I don’t really care. Speaking of German, though– today was the third day in a row I was supposed to sell Gummi Bears to raise money for German Club and stuff, seeing as I’m the president, you know. I find sitting in the commons and selling 5 bags at most and wasting my entire lunch period entirely fruitless, so, after sitting there for a few minutes after the bell rang beginning C Lunch, I decided to just buy the remainder of the stupid things. 16 grab bags at 60 cents each– $9.60 for people who can only do arithmetic with a palm pirate. I then put them all in their box and went back to my lunch table, and let my firends have them. Some felt obligated to pay me back, which was fine by me (I later gave most of this to one of the kids in Econ that was raising money for Diabetes awareness or whatever, because I thought the irony was pretty quality), but it wasn’t necessary. Later on, one of my friends, Doggimus Maximus, decided to put the rectangular 5x5x10ish box on their heads. Then his dreaded English teacher, Mrs Fi(e)ndley, walked by, and mentioned it was a good fashion statement. I proceeded to put the thing on my head, which turns out to be much narrower than his, but, uh, whatever. I then took it off and wrote “L337” on the front before replacing it. He and I got a good laugh, the Russian had to be reminded of it’s meaning, and the Nazz and “Bobo” were too busy playing Magic: The Gathering of Total Dorkitude to pay any notice. Too bad Seamus wasn’t there. He would have been crying, we thought. Oh well, I still need to talk to Crisco teacher and School Sysadmin Mr “Big Andy” Gall about getting a dead IBM Eduquest 55 to strip and leet out for a college b0x0r. I wish those things had real Model M keyboards instead of crap M2s. Model M or go home, baby.
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