I'd Never Give My Sister A Gun

Okay, I know it's been awhile, but nothing has really go on lately, except on Sunday night; it was hilarious. I'm working on my seven page History essay when Sarah calls me, asking me how our trip to King's Island was. She was supposed to go with us, but she had to hang out with Matt, who she hadn't seen in awhile (apart from school). Oh, and King's Island is an amusement park.

Anyway, Sarah calls me and in about five minutes into our conversation, she gasps and says, "I just heard a weird noise. I think someone is in our house." See, Sarah had just moved, and it was making those new house noises because they had it built for them. So, after about a half an hour of Sarah freaking out and me trying to comfort her, she has in her possesion a pair of scissors with which she had been opening boxes (scissors that were maybe four inches long) and a plastic loaf of bread. We used my other line to place Matt in the conversation, too, and my sister joined from my side. It was then that we made a battle plan for Sarah. If a man/killer/creepy-guy-who-wanted-to-rape-her did walk through her door, she would proceed to 1: stab him in the neck with her scissors, 2: beat him to the ground with her bread, 3: stomp on him, 4: hit him with the heels of her high-heeled shoes, 5: throw thumbtacks on him, and 6: either throw him out of a window or throw him down some stairs. There was an alternate step of hitting him with a very tall mirror leaning against her wall and having the shards of glass embed themselves into the intruder's body, but it wasn't necessary, seeing as no one wasn't in her house. Like I said the first dozen times.

In the end, I realized that Sarah didn't know how to climb out of her window with a sheet rope like they do on TV, and she doesn't know how to call her parents to come save her. She also wouldn't use her neighbor Chris as a decoy so she could run for her life. And when she hung up the phone when the conversation ended, if she was to be attacked by the intruder, Sarah would call me first so I could call the police to save her.

To change the subject, my family went to see Mission Impossible III today. It was a pretty cool movie, but in the end the girl seemed to go overboard with shooting the two people she shot. She emptied, like, eight rounds into each of them. When I mentioned this after the movie, my sister claimed she would have done the same thing. And for some odd reason, the thought of Andrea + gun + shooting a lot = scary for everyone involved, save Andrea.

I Have Gas!

Well, not really, but my school does! This morning, when Valerie, Nik, Andrea, and I arrived in our school's parking lot, we exited Valerie's van like usual, except today the janitors were telling us to stop. So we stopped in the middle of the parking lot and looked confused. Apparently, the school was being evacuated. The first thing I decide to say is, "The school is going to explode!"

But, of course, nothing that cool happened. Apparently a gas leak had occured in the cafeteria at about 7:05 this morning, and the faculty was getting all the students out and up to the football stadium/track field. So we, the student population of about 1200 of my high school, were forced to stand in this place in cold weather, half of us in tee-shirts--including me, which was why it's so horrible--for an hour and a half.

Of course, someone had to hear the complaints of how cold it was, so about seven buses were parked on the hill leading up to the stadium and we were to sit in them if we were really, really cold. No one really cared. We wanted to leave. But noooo, the school board was having none of that. They finally out us back in the building.

And utter choas broke out. Well, not chaos, but there was a lot of arguing. The middle school, just last semester, was released for a water main break that could be fixed in ten minutes. A gas leak is a tad bit worse than water. "o noes i m getin wet!!!1!" Losers.

Luckily, we were released ten minutes after being called into the building, and there was an uproar of cheering high schoolers in enclosed classrooms all over the place. So I have no school today.

Hug Orgies

Apparently, they do exist. For some odd reason, it was really cold out today compared to the past couple of weeks (I'm no weather person. I know if it's cold outside, you wear jeans or a sweatshirt, and it's warm, you wear shorts and such. And I know if a cold front is coming, there's going to be some cold weather coming along with it or something). However, everyone I know still wore tee-shirts because we were going to be stuck in a building-school, for you slow ones- for eight hours. So all is right with the world.

Or is it really? The last bell rings, and everyone starts going home. Devon, Andrea, and I walk upstairs to the lobby and grabbed a popsicle (Student Council Representative elections are tomorrow, the candidates were giving out free popsicles. And, as everyone knows, when there are free popsicles around, you have to get one). We then proceeded to exit the building. And it was cold and windy outside. We cursed our popsicles, enjoyed them anyway, and walked to Valerie's van. That was when Devon yelled at James who was on the slope behind the school which lead to the little fatch of woods and through which he and Devon walked to get to their street. James came over and the wind suddenly picked up. So, we all packed into Valerie's van along with Nik, who was already there.

Once inside, James, Devon, Andrea, and I suddenly realize how cold we are. So Nik and Andrea are hugging in their little seat, James is in the back somewhere, and Devon and I are crammed up in the passenger seat. Because of our chilliness, James, Devon, and I huddle together (wait- it was after this that James went into the back through the trunk door. Sorry). So, unable to resist, Devon screams "hug orgy" and I crack up laughing.

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I have really weird friends.

Less Than A Month Of School Left...

And I can't wait 'til it's over. I want summer to come so I can just relax. And work.

Which reminds me that that's something I'm going to write about. I got a job at the Montgomery Branch of Ohio Heart Health Center (along with my sister) as a scanner. What's a scanner? Well, by what I can remember from what my mom told me about the job, I basically unstaple a pack of papers and scan them. Or, in short, I stand in front of a machine and press the "go" button. The best part, though, is I get paid 8 bucks an hour for it. It rocks.

The second thing is I made Chamber Orchestra, which is the better of the two. I'll be one half of the cello section, the other half being Michael. I'm excited, except I don't get to see anyone I talk to in my class.

I was also going to say something about religion, but I changed my mind. Maybe tomorrow.