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Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Vampires on Capitol Hill

My history teacher wasn't at school today, so another teacher came over to sub for us during his planning period. We really didn't have that much work lined up to do, so we just had a class discussion about current events.

Wiretaps lead to NSA which led to the CIA which lead Ben Goodly to mention how his DC residing uncle showed him a top secret CIA headquarters disquised as a run-down church.

Then I added to the topic saying, "Yeah, in DC, if you're walking around, especially in places with all the government offices, you randomly see these guys dressed in all black walking by clutching their headsets. You are like, 'Woah, that was some Secret Service guy'."

The new kid, who just moved to (undisclosed location) from Fairfax, delightfully responded, "*snort* Well, um, I lived in DC too, and that has never happened."

Ok, thanks for acting like a brat. I especially like the little snort in the beginning.

You know, I made that up. Because I like to fabricate stories. Because I'm desperate for attention. I mean, how could someone possible believe that government security would be, you know, SECURING the CAPITAL.

It's such a crazy concept, I know. To think that government security would be patrolling streets/buildings when important diplomats/lobbyists/Congressmen/White House officials are out around town. I mean, c'mon, everyone knows that White House officials are vampires, and vampires have no need for Secret Servicemen.

Good thing the Centreville Genius, Possessor of All-Worldy Knowledge, was there to inform the class of this devious lie I told them. Because, you know, other wise they would have thought our country was run by the undead

Sunday, January 22, 2006

O Frabjous Day!

Guess what starts tomorrow at 3:45?

School soccer!

cue sounds of jubilation

Sure, I won't have another free afternoon until late May, but who cares! No more weight training! No more running tests! No more cross-training at the swimming pool!

I get to use the new stadium! I get to play soccer again! I only hope that if I am to be kidnapped and forced to work in a Thai sweatshop sewing sneakers for Wal-Mart for 14 hours a day, that it happens after try-outs end Friday.