Cheeselogs and Butterflies
Fri Sep 17 15:32:16 1999


Again, here I am in Word Processing class. I've 
decided to write a little something more
than "I'm bored and underchallegend" this time. :)

Tonight there is a football game somwhere up near OKC 
and us poor unfortunate
band-types are, as usual, being forced to make the 
two hour jounrey up there so we
can play for it. I really don't mind, it's entertaining 
to say the least. The only problem I
have with that is that it ruins my each and every 
Friday night. Now that I have a life
again, that's a problem. But here's what I really set 
out to say: Today, during the usual
pep rally (boo! boo!) I was banging happily away at 
my quads when all of the sudden I
looked around at all of the cheering people, all gung-
ho for this god-awful sport.
Everyone was totally oblivious, cheering madly and 
whatnot. And then I suddenly
remember a little scene from the movie, "Heathers"....
you know, the bit where there's a
pep rally going on and everyone is cheering madly and 
all the while there are these
bombs ticking away underneath the bleachers. I 
suddenly grew extremely parinoid and
wanted to run out of the building immediately. But I 
couldn't escape! Teachers lined the
exits and I was expected to continue hitting things 
with sticks until it was all over. So for
the rest of the pep rally I sat in fear, anticipating 
the explosion. Of course it never
came...but it was a terrifying experience nonetheless. Not that pep rallys are terrifying
experiences anyway. :)

K, that's my thought for WP class today. 
Cheers
-em

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