The Real World: Blogosphere

Screw the petition. I'm tired of it. Dropping it. No more involved Patrick. That's the end of that.

In other news, I'm writing a symphony.

IM me if you wanna hear it.

With my name signed on the back.

This, my friends, warrants a stand of some sort. The administration needs to regain sight of who they are serving. Not the parents, not the government, not the community feeling. The Students. Without the students, they would be without a job. In my opinion, they have never even been in sight of this idea. The students have no say in anything that is imposed on them. The least they can do is let us vent. But if they have power over the newspaper as well, then we lose our last voice. It becomes theirs. That's injustice if I ever saw it.

If you go to CEHS, look for these fliers hanging in the stairwells, in the library, or in Band or Drama on your first day back.

Guys, It's been nearly two weeks and nobody has posted! *sigh* So, since none of you are nice enough to post, I guess I shall.

I don't really have anything to say come to think of it, I just wanted our blog to have a nice new post on it.

wow, I'm really pathetic. I can't think of anything at all to post about. Nothing.

My God, Please, somebody say something.

I am more or less brain dead. I love drama, I really do, but it's so mentaly draining. My body is fine, but my brain is having trouble keeping it moving.

So... somebody say something so I don't go completely comatose.

I'll just say 'Patrick is not happy' and leave it at that. We don't need to get into all that.

Yeah... My MSND costume is a mild disaster.. specificaly, because we homespun were basically left to fend for ourselves on costuming, and considering that we are a group of 6 guys, very little planning was involved. Essentially, Hey, it's close enough to a vest. I'll put it on. You know the drill. Ms. Runge did not like this... we had on sportcoats, and she wanted vests! Vests, dammit! So, we basically had to scrounge up the only 5 vests in the school and put them on. My pants were too tight. So, Mother and I went back to goodwill and bought 2 more pairs of pants (you can shop at goodwill when it's for drama), then bought 3 yards of fabric and are planning to make a vest. This will all end in tears, I know it.

I guess that's all that I really wanted to say. We just needed a post. So here. Bye. Leave me alone.

The creative juices and desire to write and the skill are back! woohoo!

I think some of you can guess what this is about. Just go read my new poem. It's here. Enjoy yourself.

For anyone out there not attending CEHS, a little update on Just How Weird We Are.

Someone came up with the bright idea to raise money for Hurricane Katrina. We have a lot of money drives here, so naturally, there has to be some incentive to donate money. Taking over the commons, seeing teachers dressed up as 50 cent... etc. Today was different. Today, they used blackmail. They played Hanson's MMM-Bop over the PA system. Every passing period. In the halls, classrooms, and cafeteria, plus the rest of the school. They are planning to do this EVERY DAY until they raise $2000. Goddamn Hanson.

Now, the ENTIRE STUDENT BODY + TEACHERS + ADMINISTRATION has MMMBOP stuck in their heads. My lord. May God take Hanson now.