parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'll Be The Last To Die Listening To: Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes Well, finally the night concluded the day in a pleasent ending. I am no longer "at ends" with Kelly; I found it way too fucking hard to keep a grudge on somone...especially Kelly. I still have my views and shit, I just give up on the whole hatred thing. Too much work and effort. Today, my school had this very, very, very random reinactment of a huge drunk-driving crash. The principle made all the freshmans and sophmores come outside for B period. When we came to the "crime scene", a make-up artist was doing her finishing touches on one of the people who was in a crashed car. Ironically, she was the exact same make-up artist who did my make-up for the Wizard of Oz. Well, one of the people who was in the crashed kept moving...alot. She was the only one who was fully out of the car and she was two feet away, and she kept moving her whole body around and staring at as. Aren't you supposed to be dead? Is this girl having post-death-spasems over here? Just lay down and be still goddamit! Anyhoo, after two minutes of just standing around, looking at this maroon colored car flipped over and under this trashed white car, the police arive, rushing into this crime scene. They rushed to the bodies, checking their pulses, when...the firetruck came. Why the fuck would we need a firetruck in a drunk driving accident? HELLO! THERE IS NO FIRE HERE! NO NEED FOR FIREMEN! Then the firemen bring out the fricken hose. Okay, why the fuck would a drunk driving accident need a fire house? are they going to wash to blood off of the victims faces? Are they going to wash the cars until they are squeaky clean? After watching the fucking hose come out of the fire truck, all hope was lost in trying to take this seriously. Luckily, I brought my mp3 player outside, so I was listening to dashboard confessional while this one policeman was using the jaws of life to take the rook off of the white car and save the person (who was really bleeding) inside. And then...a fucking hearse comes along the road. WHO THE FUCK WHOULD CALL A HEARSE WHEN EVERYONE WOULD BE BLEEDING AND WOULD HAVE NO LIMBS IF THIS WAS REAL! I basically shit myself over the stupidity of this oh-so-real-reinactment.
Well, if I was a cop in Swampscott right now, I would be jumping for joy because after doing this, and trying to find the person who created the death threats in my school, I would be overjoyed with all the work I would be doing. Yeah, our school had a death threat. On a graphing calculator. Saying that everyone will die on June 3rd. Senior prom. Also, on the desk the calculator was found on, a newly carved message stating that "smart people will go first." I guess I am going to have to watch every single person die before I am killed... 11:30 p.m. - 05-27-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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