Wednesday, January 12, 2005
to be undone, to be alonewhat a special treat! katherine has decided to regale us with yet another post from her perspective in my perspective. which should, politically speaking, be called "posts where katherine gets bored and decides writing a post for arden beats out doing homework". yes.
It was dark outside; it was English class. There was a horrid rotting smell coming from the far end of the room---the stench of TAKS essays. I had written mine perfectly. My four was secure in my little blue back pack. If the Schnell's class was a cake, then I'd be the candles, the icing, and the silver platter. It is too bad that the batter was undercooked. Alas, I am Arden, the perfect essay-example writer. Hail me and my viciousness.
Sometimes, I just love to sit and think. Think and sit. Deep thoughts about what an awesome essay writer I am compared to all of you losers.
But sooth! A chemistry quiz was slowly yet swiftly approaching, tip-toeing closer in its 7th period shoes of malicious bonding doom! I had nothing to worry about, of course. In the world of cruel chemistry monsters, I was the brave peasant in short shorts gone a-questing.
Speaking of monsters, I rudely scared my favorite Trevor away from Katherine's lunch table when I intruded upon the sacredness of the A lunch, a place that I most surely do not belong without bringing lavish gifts of giant chocolate truffle gummy bears for the Katherine herself. (I love the way each flavor gummy bear tastes distinctly and obviously different. That-company-that-makes-the-gummy-bears, I salute you.)[so that is a lie, obviously. gummie bears are only one flavor, sort of. i mean, there is maybe sort of a small difference, but you have to think when you chew. and who does that?]
No one should ever give me chocolate or caffeine at lunch under penalty of defenestration from third floor Aqua, Mrs. Jordan's room. Anyone caught allowing me to eat these types of horrible things should immediately prevent consumption by poking me rampantly in the sides or whacking me with something heavy. Unwillingness to do so will result in accidentally being pushed out the window of second floor Blue. [this is reverse psycologie, just so you know]
Apparently, I "swang" in the park today with Aditi before going to some mysterious "library". I also "ate" David's "buttered roll" at lunch. I think you know what I mean.
to live life in monotone