Divine Lunacy

<ul>: For those of us who are too lethargic to write a whole paragraph (and too scatterbrained for <ol>).

• I Went to the Freshmen/Sophomore Semi-Formal [with Kayla] on Friday. You wouldn’t believe the astounding number of freshmen and sophomores there. I felt grossly outnumbered. I counted about 12 seniors. (Actually, Tim did most of the counting.)
• Though being thrust into a throng of freshmen¹ without sufficient munitions was a little overwhelming, I emerged victorious (and thus alive) then proceeded to Coffee & Cream with Kayla, Tim and April. Chris and Jill met us there.
• Four cups of coffee before bedtime is a no no, but that won’t stop me. And she calls herself a coffee whore. She has been totally out-whored. The waitress walked away when I asked for my fifth cup. WTF?!?.
• A two-mile backpacking trip… These 11-year-olds need to learn how to pack. Please… When my pack is lighter than theirs are, there is clearly a problem. THEY CAN’T HANDLE THE RAIN…
• RAIN?!? That’s not the worst of it. We had all forms of precipitation this weekend. Rain, sleet, snow, and hail… We also had a mailman camping with us.
• Thoroughly soaked wood - one match fire, thanks to Tim and me. (note the objective case pronoun!)
• When there are two other pots of water heating, why does everyone want my boiling water? Is it because my stove burns alcohol, or am I just that cool?
• CBG has no clue what goatse and tub girl are. He shall soon be enlightened.
• I think the title is very Kayla-esque.
• CBG, if you attempt to take my tent down one more time, I’ll chase you with the Chinese hammer. Don’t think I won’t use it, and don’t think I won’t chase you if I don’t have any pants on…
• Officer Tim, my fifth grade D.A.R.E officer, was at the semi. (note the appositive.) He walked me to my car and reminisced about the days of yore.
• Mr. Horne did one of those “Meh, fix the jacket.” things. Kayla laughed; I was confused.
• I have come to the realization that I am an anti-social Basement-Dweller.
• There is a fine line between sanity and insanity: Drouin will slowly, but surely, drive me to the other side of that line.
• If Drouin ever finds out that I have a blog, I’ll never hear the end of it. Alas, ’tis not written in Greek!!! It’s English! The boy writes in English. She’ll read it and end up knowing more about me than I know about me.

¹ used here as an all-encompassing term.

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