Now would be a good time to explain the title “International Track Sign (ITS)”. Well, it’s sort of a common sports war thing in our school where some people wanted to play a sport in the spring but didn’t want to work hard. Thus, some slackers (I can call them that since they wear slacks most of the time anyways) joined golf and the rest of the hard working over-achievers went out for track and got into better shape than the golf team combined and then some. I guess the golf people got into shape, too, if you consider the circle as a shape. In any case, the ITS was made by the golf people for the track team, and it basically consists of forming your right hand into a backwards “L” shape and placing it on your forehead. You can kind of guess what that means…

Still morning, we go and get our breakfast, which turned out to be pretty nice. There were pancakes, omelets, sausages, yogurt, fruit, and pretty much all the typical breakfast foods. Nothing overly special happened. We were then told to meet in a room for devotions and the like and nothing overly special happened there either. Pretty odd, maybe it was due in part to the fact that we were still asleep. We were then told to gather up our stuff and meet at the bus to go to the track field. I managed to grab a one of the hotel forks on the way out for no particular reason whatsoever. I still don’t know what I needed a fork for, and I had no real reason to steal it. But I guess the hotel lost like 30 cents off of the fork so they didn’t care much.

The track field that King’s had wasn’t half bad, in fact, it looked extremely professional. It was also located in a pretty dense forest (well, isn’t that what Seattle is anyways?) and the climate was pretty humid as we started sweating just by walking. Of course, it was nice and sunny, and most of us had sunburns at the end of the day with very noticeable tan lines where our jerseys had been on. Nothing notable happened during the track meet itself, other than the actual events, so I’ll skip through that.

At the end of the day, we filed into the bus and started back home. The guys in the back of the bus started watching Futurama DVD’s with Erica’s laptop (and there were like 8 of them packed into one seat). I mostly listened to music or talked with other people, usually simultaneously, until we stopped at a supermarket/fast food chain. Now would be a good time than ever to spend the unused 50 bucks that my grandma gave to me. I went to Rosauers and got myself lots of healthy food – Red Vines and Frappucinos to keep me awake through the night. As I left Rosauers, I saw that I still had money left over (about ~40 bucks) and so I looked for another store to which I could invest my money in. Then I saw it, out of all the stores in Seattle for food/drinks, how could I have missed the opportunity? I started walking towards Starbucks. As I was doing so, I noticed that Will was heading in the same direction parallel from me. We met each other’s gazes and made a mad run towards the shop! I made it to the store first by about 10 feet but I made one crucial mistake – I underestimated the rainfall factor of Seattle divided by the exponential slipperiness of the ground. As I tried to correct my calculations and brake at the same time, I flipped over backwards in front of the Starbucks door and slid a bit. All the time while I was falling, I noticed a couple sitting in the Starbuck’s shop, calmly drinking coffee for one moment, noticing me coming flying in the next, and showing a terrified/shocked expression after I hit the ground. I couldn’t help but laugh at my predicament. Will also laughed at me as he head into Starbucks. We both ordered some coffee and head back to the bus just about when it was going to leave. This was the last pit stop we made and we headed non-stop back to Spokane. The battery of the laptop soon died out and people started falling asleep. Meanwhile, our little conversation group kept going throughout the night as I had supplied them with Red Vines and coffee (those who wanted it anyway). The five hours went by and we were back in Spokane, back at our school, and back on Sunday morning (~1AM).

The end of King’s, a one-time thing for me since I will not be coming back to track next year. I learned my lesson, and decided to do golf instead. I heard that it’s WAY more interesting and more fun. So goodbye forever, track!

-Reality Corp.

Edit – Oh, and coach still owes me an “I threw up” T-Shirt for track.

So long has passed since King’s and I’ve been tied up with so much other stuff, lemme see if my memory is still fresh.

So we got into our rooms and not having anything else to do, we went and turned on the TV. HBO seemed like it had a good TV show on, only problem was that the prominent word in that “film” was f***. After about 5 minutes of watching the show, we counted exactly 28 instances of the forbidden word and then some. So, we switched it to Comedy Central instead (or maybe it was TNT, can’t remember), and watched Family Guy for the rest of the night until around 11. Then we set off to sleep and we got the most comfortable beds that the hotel could give us – ok, by now you should know I’m being sarcastic. If you didn’t catch that, well…start catching. Anyways, the bed was taken up by Val, fully, so we had to open up the couch and fit two people there. Of course, this doesn’t leave much choice for the rest of the group as they have to get the floor and sleep on the couch cushions. The couch bed thing was horribly creaky, however, and you couldn’t really move around without making a lot of noise on it. Furthermore, it had this big arch in the middle of it which makes you wake up and realize you’re the next Hunchback of Notre Dame – with a reversed hump, that is. Added to that, it was pretty darn cold, but I had a blanket so I slept fine. Middle of the night comes and I wake up. It’s horrendously cold. I cannot go back to sleep. I get off of the bed and move to the couch. Big mistake! It wasn’t the noise that was bad, I managed not to awake anyone, but it was more of the stupidity that underlined the whole process. Let me explain. It was cold. There was one blanket. I devoided myself of that blanket as soon as I left the bed to my team mate who was left sleeping there (as I could not just snatch it away from him). But I didn’t want to stay on the bed either because it was very, VERY uncomfortable. So it was really a lose-lose situation but I chose the lesser loss. It was actually more comfortable to sleep in a one-seat couch sitting upright than it was on that bed. But now it’s cold and I have no blanket. Well, I could use my wet towel…and that’s what I did. It managed to dry out, and I snugly fell asleep for the rest of the night.

In the morning, our little “cabin” group starts talking about how uncomfortable all the beds were, all except Val of course. The people sleeping on the ground didn’t even have a blanket! Furthermore, Will had slept next to the door and we pretty much agreed that he got the worst of it. Not that anyone was using the door during the night, but there was a fountain right outside of our room. That fountain was on all night long and it loud. And the room was cold. Did I mention it was freezing cold in our room? That morning, we also figured out where the heater controls were. We never found a microwave, though.

Oy, and to think that I’m only up to Saturday morning…this is the last day I have to get through, so perhaps part 6 will be the last.

Until then,
To be continued!

Let’s get the restaurant thing over with.

So, we get served our food and nothing special happens in the time period while we’re eating it (it’s weird, but it seems no one really wants to fool around while they’re eating, like an ingrown etiquette tumor or something). After the meal, we order our desserts and the waiters come by with an ice-cream bowl having a lit candle on it and bring it by Lorianne. She wasn’t really “surprised” by it (we had that we were going to set this up) but she was slightly embarrassed. They made her stand up so everyone could see her – the problem was when she stood up, she was shorter than when she was sitting in the chair (she was only like 5 ft) and thus we made her stand on the top of her chair instead. After the waiters had sung the birthday song, they went over to the other table, got out another ice-cream, candle lit, bowl thingy and sang the birthday song to Coach. I wonder who set that one up. We ate our desserts, threw around some more crayons, and then began to head back to our hotel.

Back at our hotel and in our room, we decide that it’s about time to go swimming. Unfortunately, I had forgotten (or didn’t even think about bringing) my swimming shorts. So I just put on a pair of regular shorts instead, knowing that no one would really care as long as they didn’t fall off. The swimming pool was pretty nice, but small. It had a waterfall thingy at one end and was only like 4-5 feet deep. I believe the deepest spot was about 5’5″ or something like that. There were a few other people that were there before the track team came, like little children and a few others. Within ten minutes once we got in there and started “swimming”, we were the only inhabitants of the pool as everyone else ran away to safety. We started out with water-wars, basically where a person would take on another person and try to dunk them underwater before the other one could and vice versa. The only notable fight was between a College Naval Seal Trainee (Andrew, who I heard was training to be a Seal, but I might have heard wrong) and the School President Donny. The fighting commenced and it was a fearsome battle. It seemed that it was almost over and Donny had lost until he came up out of the water and unleashed his wrath. Andrew went down into the water and it was over. Then a few minutes later, it happened again – the fight commenced and once again, Donny declared 0wn4g3. It was only on the third try that Andrew defeated Donny, and they declared peace. After everyone was tired of beating on someone else’s body, they turned on their own. Belly Flops to the rescue! For about 10 minutes, all you could hear in the pool room was a hard slap-like sound. We formed a line and belly flopped. We had a belly flop contest. We belly flopped for the pure joy of it. And our stomachs/chests were a dark deep pink afterwards. Then we decided to wear ourselves out a little bit more by running around in a circle (in a line) to make a “whirlpool” effect. After running around for about one minute, we would switch directions and try to run the other way, and it turned out to be more of a backwalk no matter how hard you tried to fight the force of the water. It was almost nine and time for us to get out and go to our rooms. We dried up and went to our rooms for pretty much the rest of the night…

[To be continued]

Ah, so we’re at the restaraunt, good. The track team took up two very large tables (actually, it was more like 4 tables put together – two of those). I’m sitting at the end part of the table with Suzanna, Val, Trevor, Shortkid, and Josh nearby. We notice that there’s a coloring paper thing under out placemats and so we ask the waiters for crayons and commence on drawing. Nothing really special as we only had four colors to use, and Trevor was working on his “masterpiece” with Lorianne. Sooner or later, those crayons ended up in people’s water, and I personally shot three crayons from about 15 feet into someone’s water (believe it was Mark’s). There were soon crayons all over the floor that the waiters ended picking up while we were getting served our food (ooh, forgot to mention, while we were ordering our food, I made a “special” notice to the waiter that it was Lorianne’s birthday…). The food was nice, but I ruined my appetite earlier by drinking a chocolate oreo smoothie, or whatever it was. So we decided to play a game with Lorianne called spoons. Now what you do with this game is you take two people who know how to play the game, and a person who doesn’t. You take a spoon, put the grip part of it in your mouth and try to flick it on the other person’s head while they’re looking downward. The persons take turn until one gives up because of a headache…hehe. Wait, but why do you need the other person who knows how to play the game? You give him the spoon and instead of using the mouth flicking technique on the other person, you just use the helper to wack the opponent as hard as they can while the opponent is bending his head forward. Tricky to explain, but hopefully you see the point. One round is all it took for Lorianne to figure out what was going on, so Trevor and Josh decided to play with Mark. Mark at first was suspicious of Trevor’s presence so I ended up standing up, taking my spoon, and walking out of the room. Once Trevor sat down, I entered the room from behind Mark’s notice and stood poised and ready to strike. Mark began with a weak flick to Josh’s forehead. Then Mark bent down and I swung my hardest on his head. I could feel the spoon vibrating in my hand as I snuck away. In all, Josh convinced him to play this game for two more rounds after which he quit. He was rubbing his head even when we got back to the hotel, ouch! Eek, I’m running out of time to write this, in a class again…will resume the rest of the restaraunt tomorrow if possible.

To be continued…

I’m not sure how much I will be able to fit into this post since I’m typing this up in class, but that’s beside the point, kinda.

We arrive at the hotel and get our bags. We enter the lobby and it looks so nice – they’re the Embassy Suites at Lindwood, BTW. High schoolers are with their prom dates and everyone is wearing formal clothing and here we were, the track team, prouncing around in jeans and t-shirts with bags full of stuff, just finished with a truth or dare game. We received many odd looks but I personally could’ve cared less. Then the hotel just put the snacks out, too, and so we went over and treated ourselves to some nachos and whatever other crap they had. Trevor decided to spill his drink on the snack table and calmly walked away. Once we got our hotel key, we headed upstairs using the staircase because the elevator, although working, was very, VERY slow. I noticed that there were white spots on the carpet as we were going up and later found that someone had been dripping ranch sauce without noticing it. Who else but a cheerleader? And it was. The hotel rooms, once we got in, were CRAP. Embassy SUITES my big fat a…nterior region. There was a bathroom, thankfully, but only like one bar of soap, no shampoo, no toothpaste, no nothing (even though they said they would provide those things). One bar of soap for the five guys in my room (not including the “supervisor”) was gonna be a bloody market sharing thing. Once we settled into our room, we were told that we had to get ready and head out for dinner. Got on the bus again and drove down to the Old Spaghetti Factory. We were served to our seats relatively fast because coach had made a reservation beforehand. Sitting down, we were given our menus…of mischief, mwahaha, eh, yeah…

[To Be Continued...]

I don’t know what made me join track. I really don’t. It was completely random but I just stood up one day (although I’m not sure if I did stand or not) and said to myself, “I’m doing track.” I haven’t yet regretted that decision, although I was about to when I threw up on the first day. I made myself go through with it though and I’m surprised how far I’ve gotten in terms of getting in shape. Okay, enough of that and on to the King’s meet.

Friday morning, I get out of my fourth period computer class and get my stuff out of my locker; I’m set and ready to go. Walking to the front of the gym building, I see this huge charter bus waiting outside for us. A five hour trip on a regular school bus would make any of the track people want to jump out the window, but the charter bus was more than good. It actually looked like an airplane once I was inside of it. I set my stuff down on a row somewhere in the middle-back section and went to get some lunch. After lunch, the track team assembled and we started off for Seattle. first part of the trip was generally bland as everyone was listening to their CD players so I decided to get out my MP3 player and do the same. About halfway there, a truth or dare game starts up and I rapidly joined in. Of course, this truth and dare wasn’t like the ninth grade whitman mission field trip (I mentioned it several posts back) because we decided to stay away from any kissing of objectionable body parts (including lips). The truth part of it was somewhat unrestricted, though. The dares started out small but grew progressively grosser by the minute. I’ll try to remember most of them but I can’t guarantee that I will. The first started with licking a hairy leg (Sarah to Danny). Will had to lick the bottom of Danny’s shoe, and in between his toes (without the cleaning of sock debris stuff). Erica had to lick the bus ground about three inches up and eat some kind of “snack” that was dropped on the floor at the end of her path. Whitney went to the bathroom and licked the toilet seat – all the way ’round (and people had already gone, too). Sarah also had to lick Will from his belly-button up to his forehead. Justin did an army crawl/slide down the bus aisle, and Andrew promised to lick a public telephone’s mouth piece when he got to the hotel. Mark had to flush the toilet at the back of the bus manually with crap and stuff already in it (Vitaly did the honors). Kerry bit off a piece of Mark’s toenail. When it came to my turn, and I was asked Truth or Dare, I said both. I was made to suck Whitney’s elbow for 30 seconds (I was a bit relieved that I didn’t have to go and do anything grosser). I got Josh to go and kiss Coach Templeton on the cheek, which must have been quite awkward for him to say the least. When Justin was put to the task of kissing his dad on the cheek, he came up to his dad and as he was about to kiss him, his dad grabbed him threw him on the seat and went all out kissing (on cheeks of course, not like in the mouth…that would have been grossly sickening). At the moment, I can’t remember any other things that happened, so I’ll stop there.

By the end of the game, we were already in Seattle and we would soon arrive to our hotel…

Must update blog!

Ok, new stuff – Renovation of RealityCorp.uni.cc

I’m renovating the Reality Corp. ‘Headquarter’ as I call it. I took out the PHP-Nuke software and I’m putting up an IPB board with a portal system using SDK or something similar. In any case, I’m hoping to have a custom skin to go with both the site and the board. Unfortunately, since I do not know how to use Photoshop properly, I’ll have to use a pre-made icon set and conform the colors around it. Sadly, I can’t be 100% original. The progress can be noted on the front page of the site.

Christmas, presents mostly

W00T! I got an MP3 player for Christmas. It was one of those that hooks up to your computer by a USB cable, and it stored 128MB. Talk about suckily small, but at least it worked – or so I thought. Yeah, it did work on playing the music, but only MP3′s! For a person like me who has a whole library of music in WMA format, this is no light matter. So I had to go out and find some software to convert the files. I found one that worked quite well and converted the files nicely – and best of all, it was free. No spyware or anything like that at the time I downloaded it, so it turned out to be quite a useful program. Could have used a little better user-interface, but above that, it did it’s job. Here’s a link for it. So, after I convert my files to MP3, I plugged in the MP3 player into my computer. Lo and behold, I get this:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v45/realitymaniac/ed85d74e.jpg

Talk about the player being crappy before, it has a freakin’ virus on it now! I returned it to the store on the next day and got back the money for it. I later went to Costco and got another audio player, keyword – audio, as in it could play MP3′s and WMA’s as well as some other file types. And it was 256MB. Not too shaby with no viruses or trojans, and I’m still using it to this day.

Nothing else I can recall is worth noting at the time being, so I’ll stop here.

-Reality Corp.

YES, Christmas break is finally here and I am of good cheer!

So I shall write a poem, and I won’t even know it.

…

As you can see, I’m not too good at writing poems of that sort, but I am good at ranting, and what a fun rant I shall have about the “Event”

Begin Time of “Event” – 2nd period, French Class.

Duration of “Event” – Not counting the laughter and mocking afterwards, about 2 periods later.

What is the event, in details?

What another boring day in French class. It’s not the French in itself, which is still annoying, but rather the teacher who makes it quite a horrible experience. Not to condemn the teacher either, she is a great person, but her teaching style is not. I fall asleep in that class almost every single day. How many other classes do I fall asleep in? None others. In fact, my grades in all of my other classes are high A’s if not entirely the best in the class. And believe me, I’m taking extremely challenging courses which include among them Calculus and AP Bio. For a high school junior, this is more than enough homework each day, which is why I’m glad for the break. So, back to the French class, it’s the last day and everything for the year (until 2005) and she pulls us up to the board to do sentences in French. We have to make up sentences on the board using some restrictions, like using the past tense of a verb or having the word “Hier” (yesterday) in it, etc. So we’re writing a sentence, and the Kryptonian (I’m using their Internet Name of course), who happens to be one of my best friends, writes a sentence something like this: “Semaine derniere, je n’ais pas tue’ Alexandre’” which translates to something like so: “Last week, I did not kill Alex.” Next sentence he wrote went something like this: “Mais, aujourd’hui, je vais tuer Alexandre. Je blaugue.” – “But today, I will kill Alexander. I joke.” The class, which consisted of four people including me, laughed at it and took it as a joke, like we always do. I mean, we’re in a private school and we can joke about that kind of stuff without getting into stuff like suspension or that sort of thing. So we went on and she asked us to do a sentence using “hier”. So I began writing the word and then I turned and asked how I would say, “Yesterday, I attempted suicide,” in a joking manner. She turned to me and she said, “You would never do that would you, because that’s bad.” I quickly interjected and reassured her that I was only joking.

Soon the bell rang and it t’was time for me to go to American Literature. Oh no! I needed to do some last minute studying for the test we were having on linking and helping verbs. Mainly memorization of the “am is are”, “taste feel smell”, and the “have has had” verbs. So I quickly set off and grab my blue grammar book and begin cramming. I walk into the classroom and find that Jenny Seeman is absent on this day…and I being her table partner, now have the whole table for myself! I quickly grab her chair that’s near the wall and sit in it. Ahh, the chair next to the wall…the best location ever…and it was next to a window too. Too bad it was too foggy outside to look at anything. In fact, it has been quite foggy for the past few days now…but that’s beside the point. Miss Hicks hands out the tests and I take it. I had miraculously remembered most of the verbs and put them down on the paper. Once I finished the test, I turned it in and sat down back into the special chair. Joel, who was sitting in front of me, started eating his chips and making loud noises by crunching the chips with his mouth open. This is typical Joel behavior. Then after everyone else finished the test, Miss Hicks went over the rules and guidelines for anyone interested in a speech meet. That took up most of the class time. Once class was over, I was walking out of the classroom when the giant pine tree came walking along, and having found sight of me, pointed towards the direction of the French room and said, “There’s someone who wants to see you in Mr. Ronholt’s room.” (The giant pine tree is Chris, our soccer goal-keeper who is what…6’7″?) Okay, so I head over and see Mr. Ronholt standing there in front of the door. I say hi, he does the same and then turns away from my direction. Odd, so it must not be Mr. Ronholt who wants to see me, who else, then? As I walked in, I saw who it was who had used the giant pine to call me in. Mrs. Dods, the French Teacher. I didn’t know the reason why she had called me in, but I went ahead and walked toward her. She pointed to a seat and told me to sit down (politely, of course). So I sat down and she started off, “This will only take a minute. About what you said in class while you were up doing sentences…”

I quickly interjected, knowing what she was talking about, “It was only a joke, I swear. I would never do that.”

She then said, “I know, but if you are, I just want to let you know, it’s a very bad decision.”

“Listen, I’m not capable of doing that sort of thing. I was only joking.” I was a little irritated but I kept talking in this kind of reassuring manner. So I bid farewell, and I headed off towards my next class.

Later in the day, I was wanting to tell Matt (another French student) about what Mrs. Dods said to me but when I came up and asked him if he remembered about what happened in class, he said, “Oh, that suicide thing?”

“Yea, that, how did you know?” I asked, because obviously, people usually don’t remember those kinds of things meant as jokes…or do they? No they don’t…usually. This is not one of the unusual cases, though.

“Yeah, Mrs. Dods actually went up and asked me about it, if I thought that you were serious…” he then replied.

… … … …

Eh, I’m actually too tired to rant about this right now. This has got to be the biggest post I’ve made. Anyways, one final question:

She noticed my suicide comment, and thought I might have been capable of that more than Rhett’s comment about him killing me? Because, obviously, both were identical, both were about murders, both were identified as just being jokes, and yet…yeah.

Signing out,

-Reality Corp.

6:00 – I wake up, forcefully. Then I fall back asleep. Then my mom walks in and makes my dog jump on me and bite me until I get out of bed. Okay, I’m out of bed, but I’m still asleep…

Why would anyone wake up this early on a Saturday morning? Because. To go where? To school. Which school makes you wake up on a Saturday morning at 6:00AM?! The one in Moses Lake…

Yeah, it was the Math is Cool State competition and the team had to wake up early enough to get to Moses Lake by 9:00 for the registration stuff. Of course, the drive from Spokane to Moses Lake takes aprox. two hours, so, eh. I was dropped off in downtown Spokane and then later picked up by Mr. Sleeth who was driving the van. Anyways, not much happened in the car ride over, which was very surprising. Why? Simply because there were four junior highers sitting in the same van along with four high-school peoples. As you can tell, that does not make a very good combination. Yes, they were annoying at a few points, but overall I thought they showed much more maturity than Robert did on the ride back…*cough* oh by such a higher ratio, too *cough*. We got to Moses Lake and into one of their bigger high schools where they hold the Math is Cool match every year. I don’t know the name but it’s a high school…with 70% being a C- for their grading scale. We start our testing, and from the beginning I knew we were not going to make it. After the testing, we went out for lunch at McDonald’s (yech…) and ate. Matt Seeman got a toy with his happy meal and started to play around with it outside. It was one of those toys that winds up and then moves around in circles on the ground or something of that nature. We didn’t care, we just went and kicked it. Holy cow was Matt mad when he saw his toy fly about 50 yrds. into the street…actually he wasn’t mad…he was pissed.

We headed back towards the high school to finish up with the awards ceremony and the such. We get into the parking lot and Mr. Sleeth decides to park his van in such a way that it takes up four parking spaces. Hey, who cares? We got out and Robert saw a bumper sticker promoting John Kerry for elections. He goes over and rips it off of the car, leaving a shiny rectangle of where the sticker used to reside. (By car, I mean someone else’s car…)

Anyways, about the awards – Robert got first place in the second division with a score of 18 points. I had 7, Nick had 4, and Rhett had 2. As for our team, we didn’t get anything. 5th place…bummer. We suck. St. Jo’s got 1st again. We dislike them. We strongly dislike them. We want them to live happy lives knowing that something, someday is going to happen to them. Yup, something…I’m ranting again, sorry.

That’s about all. We came back to Spokane disappointed but hyper. Our main food that day consisted pretty much of snacks that the English department gave to us. As for our drinks, we had pure caffeine…or whatever they put into those energy drinks. ME WAS TEH HYP3R!!!

I haven’t updated my blog now for quite a while and I think now would be the perfect time to do so. Anyways, here are the recent events -

Soccer Potluck Award Ceremony
At the end of our pitiful soccer season, we had an awards ceremony at Chris Bolster’s house with lots and lots of food. Of course, the soccer players had finished off all of the food quite quickly and coach then decided to give out the awards and recognitions along with letters (letters for the sport, that is). I was waiting to get my letter because I knew that this was the first year I actually played in over half of the time in all the league games, which is the qualification to getting a letter. It turned out that I was one of the only people on the team NOT to get one. What the heck coach?! I even came up to him afterwards to politely demand for a letter but he refused to give me one. Okay, that’s dandy…I’ll just join cross-country next year.

Josh’s Birthday Party
After the awards ceremony, I headed over to Josh’s house for his wonderful birthday party. Oh and a wonderful party it was…yeah. There are two words that basically described what happened at his house the whole time: Halo 2. I never want to play that game again since I got so sick of it. We had about 3 X-Boxes hooked up together and we basically played Halo 2 with twelve people…for 4hrs. Around 10 or 11 PM, Cody, Sarah, and Bucko came in quite uninvited. Well, technically they might have been invited, but it was by Chris Fauerso. It turns out that they had also TP’d the whole house and the cars outside before they came in. So in return, I snuck out, messed up Sarah’s SUV and then I snuck back in before anyone noticed anything. Then, either the girls or Chris and Joe took one of Nick’s keys and ran off with it. I still don’t know who has it, but an educated guess revealed that Chris was the one who probably took it. Before Nick can get his revenge by punching out his (Chris’s) face, he gets away by driving off with Joe. At this particular moment, nobody is happy with Chris and Joe, because both of them turned out to be traitors earlier on in the day. Anyhow, there has been and/or will be revenge brought out on them, and I think that the magenta hair dye that Josh’s sister gave to us might be part of the plan.

Today
I’m sick with some kind of cold, probably for going outside yesterday at 11:00 PM wearing only a light jacket…and even then, I took it off when I was doing stuff to Sarah’s / Joe’s car.