Poetry

OK, what the fuck is wrong with our school curriculum.
Third term Literacy we have to do poetry. Doesn't sound too bad, until you have to write 6 fucking poems over your march break, with no fucking inspiration. Plus, in a school where they're trying to stream the students marks with some "Most consistent" Bullshit, how in the hell do they keep the desire to put this unit in the curriculum. I actually asked around, and about 90% of my class' Writing Mark drops by at least 8%. So now we're stuck with this fucking weight on our shoulders because of this god damn unit.
And plus, if someone actually decides to express themself with something that isn't some happy dappy Bullshit, they get sent to a guidance counsellor. So not only is there the fear of that, you also have to decide if you want to bear you're soul and look like a freak in front of your classmates. Too many times has a kid been made fun of just for being themself.
So in short, It's simply put just the stupidest idea ever. Thanks for listening to my vent.

Schism

The song is by Tool.

I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed
Will set two lovers' souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes
Testing our communication
The light that feuled our fire then
Has a burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end
Crippling our communication

I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame
It doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other
Watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together
Rediscover communication

The poetry
That comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance

There was a time that the pieces fit
But I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know
The dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow
And strengthen our communication

Cold silence has
A tendency to
Atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed brothers
Between supposed lovers
(sometimes says "lovers" the first
time and then "brothers" in concert)

I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit (crescendo)

Vicarious

This is a song by Tool that I'm currently addicted to. Vicarious means "to feel in the place of another eg. envy is vicarious because you imagine yourself as the person you're envying, or alternately it can mean full of life. The entire thing is just so true, about everyone. We're all sadistic in some respect, and the majority of us imagine ourself as either the victim (suicidal or depressed), or the killer (sadist)

Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be

Like:
"Killed by the husband" ...
"Drowned by the ocean" ...
"Shot by his own son" ...
"She used a poison in his tea,
Then (she) kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story
It's no fun til someone dies.

Don't look me at like I am a monster
Frown out your one face, but with the other (you)
Stare like a junkie into the TV
Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child,
Watches him die,
Hands to the sky cryin "why, oh why?"

Cause I need to watch things die from a distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too - don't lie.

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
Neither the brave nor bold
Nor brightest of stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'

I need to watch things die from a good safe distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so why can't we just admit it?

Blood like rain fallin' down
Drum on grave and ground

Part vampire, part warrior,
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal.
Sing to the death rattle.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4)

Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men.
But pull your head on out (of) your hippie haze
And give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again

The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is, so it's always been ...

We all feed on tragedy.
It's like blood to a vampire.

Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I.

Myley Cyrus/Hanna Montana

Ok, what the fuck is wrong with this girl (or boy)?
For one thing, she looks like she's made out of plastic, yet still has the vanity to think that she's attractive. It's kind of amazing that little kids like her. She scares me.
Second, there are 2 types of her songs. There are the "lets party" songs, and the sappy Bullshit. My little sister happens to be into the second type. Now let me ask you, doesn't it strike you as kind of odd that little girls are listening to stuff like that and then thinking that they get it. I'm not calling myself an expert, but frankly if you have no experience in it (and I'm talking about the little girls, not her) then please don't pretend you so just because you listen to some freak who lacked a childhood singing about it. It's almost tragic.
Third, what's up with all the pictures of her on the internet? freaking 13 year old girls who think they're attractive, posing in their underwear is pretty pathetic. The only reason anybody gives a shit is because shes part of Disney. And then there's the 3 or 4 year older boyfriend who obviously isn't in the relationship for her.
And finally, is it me, or is every single freaking no talent hack of a Disney star now making music. Google it sometime. You'd be amazed. And then there's the show. It really makes me wonder if her mental faculties are in order if she actually finds tht shit funny. It's like that Mall Cop movie, just no where near as funny, and with far more failed attempts at humour. I know about 10 8 year olds,and a million people my age who don't find it funny at all. Pretty sad.

The death of True Feeling

This is more of a response to your new post Dana.

It's tragic to look at the state of the world right now. Wars and genocides everywhere, the common mentality being if you don't benefit, it's not worth doing. Stereotypes and discrimination spreading like wildfire.

The truth of the matter is that it's the fault of the US. Their pop-culture encourages stupidity and racism, violence and sex. That's why common courtesy is dead. Simply put, people are sheep. They will do the "in" thing, just to have people like them. So when the "in thing" becomes insensetivity and hidden intelligence, what becomes of the people who don't want to leave the old ways behind? They die out

People ask where have all the gentlemen gone. Degeneration. Simple as that. When you're shunned by your peers for being nice, or smart, then you have two options; do the right thing and be nice, or become the shallow bastard that people want you to be.

And to be honest, it's just not worth being nice. The lure of acceptance is too much. And besides. It's a weapon. It's like a drug. The more you try, the more you buy. And once you start to use the trust built up over years of niceness and good behaviour, you abuse it. It's futile to hold on to the old ways. To face facts, it's just not worth being the nice guy. Which is why I've made the jump to degenerate prick.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still nice to some people, but when someone cuts you with a knife, and everyone else starts rubbing salt in the wound it leaves behind, you start to get tired of it. And so, rather than letting the anger and the hatred build up, I take it out on people. So in other words, I've decided to stop taking people's shit. Piss me off, really push me, and you won't like what happens next.

I'm sorry that I'm weak. I'm sorry that you've decided that I can't take the fucking taunts anymore. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm sorry I can't take the strain anymore of just sitting there and taking the abuse. And before you go thinking I'm just off on another one of my melodramatic rants, you don't see the way people act around me. The one way conversations. The cynical veiw as soon as they see my mouth open. If I get treated like a sack of shit, then I don't think the people doing it deserve anything better. Niiiiiight.

Man in the Box

Wow, song is the story of my life. It's by Alice in Chains.

I'm the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won't you come and save me, save me

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes, now you've sewn them shut

I'm the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit
Won't you come and save me, save me

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes, now you've sewn them shut


To make it a little clearer, for some who may be confused about the meaning of this song, I'm not abused (on a physical level).
"I'm the man in the box, buried in my shit" is about how I get myself into something and get trapped in it.
"feed my eyes, can you sew them shut" is about all the pain and suffering I see and even cause, and how I want it all just to go away.
"I'm the dog who gets beat, shove my nose in shit" is about how I get abused (on a mental and social level) by people, and as a result, become one of the abusers by "shoving my nose in [their] shit".
"He who tries, will be wasted", is about how rather than trying to retaliate against the abusers, I just let them do what they want, because I know that if I try, it'll be a waste.


This isn't the original meaning of the song because in an interview, the lead singer told the world that it's about animal abuse. He was out to dinner with a bunch of vegetarians and he ordered the veal. They told him that the baby cows are raised in boxes barely big enough for them, forced to live in their own shit. So in short, the song is actually about animal cruelty.

Vermilion

For gawd's sake, they actually mean something to me (and how I feel at the moment)

She seems dressed in all the rings
Of past fatalities
So fragile, yet so devious
She continues to see
Climatic hands that press her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home... Forever

Oh... She's the only one that makes me sad

She is everything and more... The solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia, bathed in possesion
She is home to me
I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never
She's coming home... Forever

Oh... She's the only one that makes me sad

Hard to say what caught my attention
Fixed and crazy... Aphid attraction
Carve my name in my face... To recognize
Such a pheromone cult to terrorize

I wont let this build up inside of me (x4)

I'm a slave and I am a master
No restraints and unchecked collectors
I exist through my needs... to self-oblige
She is something in me that I despise

I won't let this build up inside of me (x4)
I won't let this build up inside of me (x4)

She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real (she isn't real)
I can't make her real (I can't make her real)
She isn't real (she isn't real)
I can't make her real

Of Police and Profanity

Lol, before you comment, yes I know, dramatic title. Just a story about what happened on Friday's PA day.

Our class has a health project due, and we are in groups, so on Friday my group got together(ok, so it was only three of us becuase Mayuran's writing is so bad that he might as well have just taken a huge shit on the page)Aaaaaaaaaaaanyways. I was over at Ali's, and Zack came too. That's the group. After the usual dicking around and getting nothing done, we decide to go and play nicky nine doors.

The best part about it was, the snowbanks there are big enough for us to easily hide behind, so we could do this during the day. We do a couple of houses, most of which had nobody home. Eventually, I run up to a door. *Ring ring ring*, run away. No one comes to the door so we all stand up and start talking. Then this Asian dude whips open the door and starts screaming at us!

We run, he runs after us (in his slippers and robe I might add, even though it was past 2 o'clock) he goes untill the foot of his driveway, at which point he realizes that he can't run for a shit compared to us and goes back inside. Ha ha, loser (I can say this because it takes me like 16 seconds to run 100m)

After that, we had to stop with the nickying because there were no more houses with good cover that weren't on the same street as a house inhabited by a psycho asian dude. But we kept walking anyway, up a street that takes you straight downtown (if you can really call it that) Ali has to pee, and because his house is too far away fo rhim to make it (or so he said) he goes on the side of a van. Yes, he literally pissed on the side of a van!

We finish walking up the street and turn around, because now I have to pee. as we're walking in the middle of the road (because there was a parked car, we're not assholes like that) two cars pull up behind us and are waiting for us to get to the side. as we're just about to get past the parked car, one of the ones waiting for us starts honking at us.

After the cars pass, Ali and Zack start yelling at them, but the driver can't hear them. I give it the finger. Unfortunately, they were looking in their mirrors, and saw this. The breaks go on and tires screech to a halt. The car sits there for about 5 seconds, at which time we start to run. Then it pulls into a driveway and turns around.

The car comes up beside us and stops again. More screeching tires, oh joy. The window goes down and the woman driving starts to ask me if i think it's appropriate to give her the finger for honking at me. Then she says that she's a cop and that if she had been in a really bad mood, she might have run us down. She says that she only honked at us because we weren't facing oncoming traffic (no fucking shit, bitch. I generally look where I'm walking, and when I know that both vehicles have come to a dead stop BEHIND ME, I generally try to get out of their way, which would involve looking forward so as to not walk into anything. Fuck, what a prick) Zack starts snickering, she catches him and he shuts up (tee hee). After a multitude of "sorry"s and "no, I won't do that again"s the woman finally drives away.

Now let me ask you something. By stopping in the middle of the street, this woman had already broken the law. My town also has an idling law which I'm pretty sure was also broken. Also, a cop generally has enough restraint to just ignore it when a grungy looking kid gives them the finger after they've homked at this kid for a while. And generally, a cop is smart enough to have some basic common sense and logic when evaluating a situation, suck as harmless profanity. So quite frankly, unless this woman had pulled out a badge, pepper spray, a pistol and a billy stick I wouldn't have beleived her.

So in short, when playing nicky nine doors don't get up untill you're sure nobody is there and if a car honks at you, don't give them the finger. Trust me, it's just not worth it.

Torture, YAY!

Disclaimer: the following blog post contains subject matter which is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 (That means you Mahtab!)(which isn't to say that you shouldn't read on if you're so inclined)

I'm really bored, and need a Mahtab repellant, so I've decided that instead of writing something dirty I would just list a bunch of horribly cruel scenarios of torture.

1.The fish-hook torture. This one involves constant anttention unless you want them to die. First of all, the subject must be subdued with drugs untill they are in the desired position. They are then tied into place (preferably standing) and then have fish-hooks pierced through their skin and pulled away from them. They are left in this position untill they bleed dry. The blood falling can also be retreived and re-inserted (using extrodinary means) into the circulatory system for a prolonged experience.

2-1.The Rat torture. THis one involves a pot of rats being attached to a victims body. Hot charcoal is then placed in the pot, causing the rats to try to escape by gnawing through the person.

2-2.Another variation on the rat torture. This time the has only one or two rats in it and is secured to the victim with a brand, or by burning it onto the victim by other means, usually in an area of high sensitivity. The victim is restrained so that they cannot touch the area with the pot attached. The scurrying of the rats on the person's skin would cause them to go insane. It is similair to the water drip torture.

3.Water cure. The victim is restrained and then has a funnel forced down their throat. Their nose is pinched or otherwise so that they cannot use it to breath. Water or another alternative is then poured down the funnel in large amounts untill the victim's stomach is almost bursting. The liquid is then forced out of their stomach and the process is begun anew. Can be used in collaboration with enemas.

4.Electro-fun. In this one, the person is tied down. An open electric circut is then created using a control box for adjustable intensity. One end of the circuit can be attached to the body (more effectively in a sensitive area), while the other is held in the torturers hand. This end can now be pressed onto the subjects's body, thereby causing an electric current to run through their body. Totally non-lethal.

5.Bamboo torture. Ooooooooooh yay, botany! In this one, the victim is suspended just above a flowerbed with fast growing bamboo in it, positioned right under the person's body. If conditions are ideal, in a day the bamboo will have pierced their skin, and within three days, they will have a tree growing through them! (seriously, it works!)

6.The quicky. This is more meant to relish thheir reletively quick death, not watch them suffer for all eternity. First, douse them in oil or another similairly flamable substance. Next, shoot them in both knees (using something low power so it doesn't make it all the way through, that way they have a bullet stuck in the joint) Next light a match and throw it on them. Last step; observe.

For the record, I'm not some sick freak who has actually done these. However, I do have the mind to think them up, and am a sadist, so trust me, I have wanted to. Mwa ha ha ha ha!

IB Corruption

You must have heard of the International Baccalaureate. It's a sooper advanced placement program in Highschool. You have to be able to do huge amounts of homework and have great time management skills. That is if you even make it past the rigorous entry exam. "Why even apply?" you may ask. Because, if you survive, you have an express ticket into just about any university you could want.

The reason that I am writing this post is that i have recently come into contact with some very relevant information partaining to a certain International program.
It seems that Bayveiw Hills has an intermediate IB pilot program going on. This would normally be fine, but it seems that the high school that is hosting IB is trying to establish a steady stream of acceptants from Bayveiw Hills.

This may seem fine from an external standpoint, but on the inside it is quite obviously corrupt. They will only accept 100 applicants, which is roughly 2/13 of the total amount. The problem here is, with the steady stream of acceptees from Bayveiw, they gain priority. So in other words, numerous applicants who, on an even playing feild, would get in, are being pushed out by inferior applicants from Bayveiw Hill.Also, the Bayveiw applicants from this pilot program are most likely prepped for the test, which would imply that they have an unfair advantage.

All in all, this is just another fine example of how incredibly Fucked up our world is.

PS. I got in, so please don't think this is my bitter and futile way of vindicating myself against an unfair system that has completely Fucked me over. It is merely observations from an onlooker who refuses to quiet down.

How sad is it that I have an A average and am still the antisocial psycho that is me?

Now you may think that this is just going to be some insane rant about how sorry for myself i am, but that'd be wrong. That having been said, let's get started.

I've noticed recently, that many people in this world change themselves to conform to an image, or ideal. I'm no exception to this. I've noticed that since I came to this school in Gr.4, people have become nicer to me every year, and i have subsequently been dumbing myself down. It seems that if you use a large vocabulary etc. that people don't seem to like you as much.

That is not to say that you have to let your grades fall as well to become popular. My friend has been popular forever, and up untill last year retained an A average. So the key is not to destroy your academic life, but to simply sound less serious and more casual in conversation.

That said, there is another stereotype I would like to address. It seems that I you are cool, or a punk, etc. that stereotype is to be stupid. Also, the stereotype for an intelligent person is preppy and condescending. Take for example some famous rock stars.

What do Marilyn Manson (aka Brian Hugh Warner), Alice Cooper and Ozzy Osbourne all have in common (other than being famous rockstars)? They are all very intelligent, to the point that Cooper and Manson both have University Degrees. This highly contradicts both the stereotype of a punk (if they can be labeled as that) and the stereotype of an intelligent person.

All of these artists have their various addictions, whether it's drugs (Ozzy and Cooper)or alchohol (Manson). This shows that rich people tend to get more messed up than poor people. That seems to contradict the fact that when a parent sends their kid to a private school, part of their motive is always to keep their kid clean. Little do they know that it is actually the rich, preppy kids that get high or drunk more than anyone.

This just goes to show you that a book should never be judged by it's cover. After all, if life has gone to show us anything, it's that looks can be very deceptive. On a side note, You don't need to be "gangsta" top be cool, and you don't need to be preppy and condescending to be smart. when put into moderation, they can both be utelised. After all, those anti-social beliefs and questions toward "The System" had to have stemmed from someone intelligent, as it takes someone that is at least a little bit perceptive to notice these flaws in the first place.

Wow. That went from "you don't have to be a dork to be smart" to a complex ethical discussion on how you should look at someone. Sad.

Signing off for the night, Me.

El Scorcho

wish I could get my head out of the sand
'Cause I think we'd make a good team
And you would keep my fingernails clean
But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize
'Cause I can't even look in your eyes
Without shakin', and I ain't fakin'
I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon.

I'm a lot like you so please
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you
And you'd be good for me

I'm a lot like you.
I'm a lot, and I'm waitin.
I think I'd be good for you
And you'd be good for me.

Friends (and enemies too)

As promised, this is the list of people I've come to like (and dislike)

Ali. Ali is my best friend. He's kinda weird, but thats kinda what I like about him. He's also really dirty minded (in a think up the most sexual scene contest, he could beat most pornstars)He usually plays football, but sometimes (and I mean rarely, walks around with us.

Mayuran, Michael, Boudy, Mathew, Jace, Zack and Chris. These guys are all buddies that I've known for a while. We aren't like best friends, and aren't even that close as friends. But we'll still get together and have a good time. Mathew is huge (6ft and we're not even in high school yet, Mayuran is lanky and likes to run. Boudy is a lot like Mayuran, but he's a tech genius too. Jace and Zack are both some of the "popular people". Chris is just plain freaking annoying. He's always trying to tell you about some throw he made the day before, or some other sportsa related thing that he's done and thinks for some unknown reason you would like to hear about (we're not really friends)

Bradley, Ganan, Edvin, Dima and Linar. Brad, Ganan, Edvin and Dima all hang out with Bailey. We all used to be friends (except for Bailey) but since he came it all kinda came unglued. Edvin and I were already not very friendly, as he seems to think life is a free ride, one of my major pet peeves. Ganan, Brad, Dima and I were really close, but when Bailey came they started to hang out with him, and by this year, once we we're in different classes, we're barely even friends anymore, much to my dismay. Linar is Dima's friend. I don't really like him.

Bailey, if you didn't get this from my last post, isn't exactly my best friend. He used to run into me in the hall whenever he walked by. He's always been a major prick. Keep in mind that he's ap to my chest in height, and not exactly burly. I'm 5'5, o that makes him about 4'5. He LOVES to be condescending, and is impossible to play sports with due to the fact that if you score a point, or do anything succesfully, he'll make some outrageous call that obviously didn't happen. I just really hope he doesn't pull anything like the incident yesterday, or I'm gonna have to really hurt him.

Hillary and Kasandra. Hillary has been my friend since last year. I had a thing for her briefly, but I realized it could never work. She's Suuuuuuuper hyper, and almost always happy. You also get a slap if you do or say something even mildly out of line (my arm still hurts) Kasandra is another one of the popular kids. I've been helping her out in various academic subjects.

Daryna and Yeudi. Daryna and Yeudi are my friends in gifted. They're both VERY eccentric. For example, if you mention the word "Sasuke" in front of Yeudi, she screams it and starts jumping around. She also has hugs like a vice. Daryna is kinda hard to describe, but I'm guessing my reader(s) know more about her than I do.

Mahtab. Mahtab has to be the nicest person I've ever met. She's always kind, curteous, and is very shy. If you even mention anything sex related, she screams. I mean like ear popping, glass shattering screams. I can't help but feel a bit protective of her at school, because she's just so timid. I know Dana feels the same way.

Dana. Time to embarass myself. Dana is amazing, simple as that. Smart, nice, beautiful. She's even got that darkside that most people don't have. People like to think that we're going out, but we're not. I really like this girl. to quote Weezer, from El Scorcho, "I think I"d be good for you, and you'd be good for me". I hate to say this, but if it had been Dana Bailey hit insted of Mahtab, I think I would've lost it and really hurt him.

So, these are my friends. Some I like, some not so much.
Thanks for reading!

Slight recap

Ok, so this is my first post. I guess I should probably start off with something grand, but I can't hink of anything. Sooooooooooooooo here goes.
Since Christmas (yup, I'm Christian)I've spent a lot more time alone. Don't ask me why, but i'm more angsty. It might help that i got a stereo for Christmas, and after hooking it up, I can now blast music while I'm doin something in there. I never used to spend much time there, because it's was always so cluttered, but now you can usually find me reading in my room while listening to music, or on my computer in the basement.
Flash forward to school getting back in after the break. My teacher is like 4 months pregnant, and so won't be there starting either March or April (I can never remember which)We have the usual projects, tests, Etc. and I'm doin fine, keepin my nice average.
Flash forward again to right now and last week. I'm usually inside at morning recess (I'm on this extra curicularr thing that demands it)I monitor a class of grade 5s with some friends at lunch, who can get pretty freakin' unbearable, but I deal. This week I get to miss school from Wednsday to Friday. It's because on Wednsday I have to go to a together we're better conference, Thursday I have Science Olympics, and Friday is a PA day. YAY.
At lunch (after they kick us outside) I have a routine. As soon as i get outside, I go to the portable that my friends monitor in. I walk with them inside and then back out, despite a rather bitter co-monitor. I then have two choices. I can either walk around with my friends or play football. I really enjoy both, but lately I've been kinda 'ball heavy, but I'm working on it.
Bailey. Oh dear god my sole desire in this world is to put this kid to an incredibly painful, slow death. But i won't. Today, when I was walking around with friends, we walked by this little peice of $#*! while he was playing doccer with some of his friends. The ball rolls up to Mahtab, one of my friends, and she kicks it lightly back. Next thing I know, this Bailey prick has just hit her right bove the waist. Now it's one thing to hit someone for no reason, but when it's a girl, well you might as well have come up and spat in my face.
So after he walks away, I begin to walk around in the viscinity. of course, they try to keep the ball away, but within about 15 seconds, there was a stray kick. So it's me and Bailey running after it. I get there a split second before he does, and boot the ball. I grab him and whip him down by his jacket, but the little sh*t grabbed me, so I went down too. We ended up with him on top, but it on'y stayed like that for a second before I ripped him off by the scruff of his neck. He says Mahtabs not a girl, and I call him a hemaphrodite.
We regroup, and as I'm asked if I'm OK, this f*cktard has the balls to walk up and wind up for a kick right at us, from less than 2m away. Before we can do anything, he kicks the ball, and it hits me in the shoulder, going right over us. Now if it had been an inch over, and he better be thanking god it wasn't, it would've hit Dana, my other friend. If that had happened, I would have calmy walked over, grabbed him, and turned his face into something in between a fine paste and a mush. Instead, I just walked away, after warning him that he was digging himself a hole, and he better be able to climb back out.
Mahtab goes to the counselor, who then calls Bailey and I down. After much deliberation (in other words him explaining his lies and me chuckling and snorting just loud enough for the counselour to hear, and me explaining my truths with him not being able to say anything as it would be a lie)The conclusion was that we should learn to "Not let our tempers get the best of us", and that was it. Just once I wish little pricks like him could get what they have coming. Ah, well, at least I got to jump him.
That's it for today, night readers (aka Dana at this point)
Make sure to tune in tommorw for our special feature on friends!