And she dies a slow and painful death in sixth period ethics. How is ethics even a class? What, we can't even decide whether or not to pick up that nickel on the roadside without the school's permission? Their guiding (uh - interfering) hand moving us through life - as if we're pieces on a chessboard, not individual people with minds of our own! That we're turning to writing blogs instead of mind-numbing essays on euthanasia... Don't get me wrong, euthanasia is a very worthytopic and blah... blah... yawn....... Sorry, nope, couldn't pull that one off. Points for trying, though. I found out today that Mchan, L's roomie, and a person whom I considered to be of high comedic value, even if her conversations weren't exactly articulate or intellectual, to say the least, is actually a first-class bitch. Have I mentioned how much I live for my iPod? It's kind of sad actually. We had a fire alarm (at four o'clock in the morning - criminal) the other night, and I still spent precious time locating my iPod, wrapping the earphones around it and placing it in my pocket before running out of the building. (It was a false alarm. In case anyone was worried.) As revenge for the other girl listening to the same band she did, Mchan stole the girl's iPod and locked it so she couldn't get inside. Taking away music is a criminal offence, people. Seriously, there should be some legislation against that out there somewhere. I'm sure some right-minded person like myself has been sensible enough to do so at some point. It's a little disturbing when you turn around and the people you thought were standing there... turn out to be other people entirely.
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