The seniors decided that they didn't want to ruin their nails because heaven forbid they should have to do them over before graduation or whatever, so they left all the dirty work to the lowerclassmen.

So down we went into the basement. We cleared out most of the flats in one corner, and piece by piece they were dissembled with power tools. Now, I'm sorry, but the idea of some of my Drama classmates with power tools is plain scary.

Then came the Tower Of Doom. The Tower Of Doom was sort of a gigantic bureau for small pieces of sets that weren't being used. Apparently in a long time. They were dusty and gross and just nasty.

Whitney proclaimed herself the leader of Moving The Tower Of Doom. So like it or not, we all kind of had to go along with her. We scooted it back so we'd be able to turn it, and I was holding one of the corners. Inch by inch, I was being back up against the corner of a flat behind me that I hadn't noticed. So when I suddenly felt like I was being impaled on the Tower Of Doom, I cried, "Help! I'm being impaled on the Tower Of Doom!"

That was when I stopped assisting in the great endeavour.

So me and Sarah found some long sticks to play with. Me and Sarah are just getting to know each other. She's a little odd, but she's cool in her own theatrical way, I guess. She wears these black-rimmed glasses and has long blonde hair with red streaks in it. her uniform usually consists of a rip in each article of clothing. But she's a freshman and so am I, so we can relate about the Horrors Of Unsual Freshman Torture.

We began fencing in the basement with sticks. It was pretty fun until one of us almost lost an eye. So we found a roll of masking tape. Is there a medical disorder that says something about being obsessed with tape? There should be, because Sarah is obsessed with tape. When she saw it, she exclaimed, "Oh, yay! Tape!!" and made a mad dash to where it was lying.

To make a long story short (too late), we wound up with tape all over our clothes. Then Whitney, El Presidente Bitchito, yelled at us to stop screwing around, and we were basically like Fuck You.

The Villiage Idiots, Graham and JP, were busy playing with power tools and not assisting in moving the Tower Of Doom. I overlooked them for a while, but then something caught my eye. They were cramming rulers into their pants! Long rulers. The kind that fold up end-on-end.

We warned them to be careful. Extra careful. They ignored us and kept howling while they played with power tools and stuck measuring equipment in their pants.

After we left the basement and went upstairs, everone got really dizzy. Apparently the school was built with asbestos in the walls, so any sort of disturbance releases it into the walls.

Not pleasant. Not pleasant at all.

Plus the dust made me sneeze.

Sarah informed me that she is stalking someone. His name is Burt, and basically she does it for fun. He goes to our school, and she knows that he has a cell phone. Cell phones are not allowed on campus. And since drama class let out a little early, we decided that we were going to have some fun.

So we rush to the nearest pay phone and drop in a quarter and Sarah dials his cell phone, then hands the receiver to me.

"What?" I say.

"Take it! I don't want to talk! He'll know it's me!" she says.

So I take the receiver just as he picks up. I can hear the teacher yelling in the background at him. He's really upset because he basically just got suspended for being caught with a cell phone, and it went off in class, no less.

"Do you think Brad Pitt is sexy?" I asked. Sarah practically spews all over everything trying not to laugh. We have to be really quiet because the other classes haven't bene released yet.

He just kind of groaned and I hung up. Tee hee.

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Have I mentioned Andrew yet?

Andrew was the kid in my drama class who I met a week ago when I was drunk. His schedule was mnixed up for awhile, so today was his first day in drama class.

He's really high-strung and basically just weird.

Kind of manic-suicidal.

But he's nice to me, and he's totally random and says some funny shit sometimes.

He was telling me all these things about myself that I totally didn't tell him ever before. I asked him how he knew and he replied, "Our minds are connected."

Okay, a little weird, but I can handle that. I am in drama, after all. So we talked for awhile while Sarah did my numerology. (I am a 3. What does that mean?)

Andrew reminds me of Cameron in "Ferris Bueller's Day Off." I mean, exactly. That's him to a T.

I told him to chill out and smoke some crack, or something.

But he's really awesome. He's hard to describe, but he's fun to be around because he always has that "serial-killer" look on his face. He needs a high dosage of Aderrol that he is prescribed.

Me, him, Sarah, and some other people from drama are going to see "Signs" tomorrow night.

I wonder how that will work out.

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On the bus ride home, I noticed a sign outside a Christian school near my school. It is a banner hanging on the fence facing the highway. It reads:

"Our Master Plan is Complete, thanks to you."

That freaked me out a little. I mean, since I went to a Christian school for eight years, I know how weird they can be. I'm having the time of my life in public school. I mean, we played the Penis Game at lunch today. I would have gotten expelled if I had done that last year. I can also chew gum in all my classes, which is totally awesome. Plus no uniforms. That's definitely a plus.

But anyway, about the sign.

I don't know what it means. But it sounds like they've started their own little effort to brainwash the planet and are apparently experiencing success....

Dammit.

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Horrid Early-In-The-Morning-Haven't-Had-My-Coffee-Yet-Don't-Ever-Do-That-Again Student Portraits are tomorrow. Fuck you, picture studios!

I mean, thank you sooo much for taking time out of your day to photograph the future leaders of our country.

Tscha.

I have the gift of B.S. in case you haven't already noticed.

It'll come in handy if I ever decide to become a guidance counselor. I mean, come on now, really: who do they think they're kidding??

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