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This morning, the senior class was hered into the audiotorrium for a talked at session, where it was made abundently clear that if someone comes to school in an "innaproprate condition" the next few days, they'll be barred from school and not alowed to go though comencement.

This innappropriate condition, meaning drunk, which he never actually said the words "don't come to school drunk." This, I suppose, also means not comming to scholl high, though he only mentioned the breathlyzer. And not comming to scholl smelling like "a campfire" as out in the woods with a bonfire is the most popluar form of drinking amoung the underage set.

Though as this does not relate to drinking, it does realate with conditions. Namely, if you know at least three girls in your senior class is pregant out of 295, what does this say about where you live?

And as it turns out, Dubious County has more people in the armed servies per captia (of palces of comparable size) in the entire frelling country. Or at least, that's what the fine folks at West Point when they took one of the classes jackasses off of Jasper's hands. Honestly? I hope the place crushes him. A lot.

Mood: busy

Why do you have to hurt me so *bad*

Dear Theatre Arts Class:

I love you all very dearly.

But your preformance tonight, except for some select preformances ( "Video Killed the Radio Star," "The Love Inside Me," "Oppisites Attract") sucked. Not just a little, but huge globs of suck.

And leaving Matt alone running both the light and sound board was not cool Ryan, as I - who was an audience member - had to rush upstairs to help with the light crap.

Love,
MSA

Mood: dissapointed