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[cherry]

I managed to figure out how to do over rides on a free account. Go me. ::G:: Just a couple, but they were the only ones that I wanted.

Band testing went surprisingly well. The director even told me that I was an amazing musician, and a great addition to the Senior Band.

I took my head out on a door yesterday. Before we went ditch picking. I'm just walking through the hall, trying to stop the bleeding, going 'Don't ask.'

It really takes a special sort of person to make them self bleed on a door.

Then, when we were ditch picking, I took out a car.

I didn't actually take it out, if you must know the truth, but... Maybe I should start at the beginning. We're recycling all the empties, cans, and pop bottles we find. I pick up a Seven-Up bottle, and as pop bottles don't fly very far even when you really chuck them, I just lean back and let it fly.

There was some liquid in the bottom.

It flew over the truck, flipped end for end a couple of times, and hit a car driving by. Luckily for them, not in the windshield. It hit the hood first, then the windshield. Luckily for me, they kept driving, and I wasn't forced to hide in the long grass and dips.

We're actually having much more fun doing this than we thought we would, even though we're finished our ditch, so we have to go and pick the other people's. It kind of boggles my mind how slowly they're going. They have more people, less gargage...

Uh, tangent there. I'm really not a bitch, I swear...

As for why it's more fun, I guess it's because I'm with some of my favourite people, and we can make light of just about anything.

We keep finding weirder and weirder stuff... It's like there's a conspiracy. As soon as we think that it just can't get any odder...

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See, the beauty of that is... The only things that are blue-on-yellow are explained directly afterwards, or elsewhere. And it means that I can read my entries against the black. ::G::