Damn, this thread is fucking old. We're going to be busting out the 18th birthday thread in a matter of months, and then I'll buy cigarettes and porn for everyone.
Ice, seniority feels ok, I guess. There is one achievement I am proud of... See, this year my school changed from a two day schedule (A days and B days) to a four day schedule (A days, B days, C days, and D days). So, when the first D day came around last Monday, my friends and I all came to school dressed in camouflage and military paraphernalia and met in the parking lot before first period. Then, we stormed through the front doors yelling "IT'S D DAY! EVERYONE DOWN! IT'S D DAY!" and then spent the next ten minutes running through the halls in a mob, pushing people out of the way, yelling about D day. When the principle saw us (And he stands in the front lobby every morning to greet everyone as they enter, so he saw the initial entry) he just sort of bobbed his head down, looked at his feet and when "O... oh" and then frowned, as he came to realize that this sort of thing would happen every four days. And it has continued through the second official D day. Every four days, we will be storming the halls in camo, in increasing numbers, until we're stopped by administration.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
