Restraint is only a perception...Will is the true driving force behind it all..

I am completely covered in tape.

Utterly, and completely.

I can scarcely move my arms which is making typing a rather difficult task. Nevertheless, I must persevere and chronicle my overwhelming tapeage. You see, I was just getting up to get a Coke and bask in the glory that is it's caffine, when all of the sudden.....THE BRAT ATTACKED ME WITH A ROLL OF TAPE. Actually, it must have been quite the amusing site, but still, I must express my loud opposition to the matter.

Ah...

I just untangled and unstuck myself. Now that I can move my arms now I can continue....

What prompted such a random encounter is beyond me. I've come to the conclusion however, that my influence on her has been a bad one (*evil grin and manical laughter echo for miles*) and that my strange moments of random spontenaity have rubbed off on her. Granted, mine aren't quite that......up close and personal...but heh, whoops.

Indeed, today was humorous in many ways, not just the aforementioned one. For example, today in Spanish class I went on a bit of a rant in which The Brat (Yes she is in my class *grumble*) nearly died of a laughing fit. The "conversation" was as follows:

Teacher: Que tal el fin de semana? (Keep in mind I was in Spanish class..though translated it sounds funny)

Me: Yo voy tabajar. (I went to work)

Teacher: ¿Dónde trabaja usted? (Where do you work?)

Me: Mi casa. (My home) Heh. I live on a farm.....

Teacher: Really? Do you have any animals?

Me: *shifts uncomfortably* Um...yeah...chickens. We had 2,800 before...only about 300 now.

Teacher: *look of excessive amazement* 2,800?!? Wow....

Me: Yeah...2,800....I hate chickens....chickens must all die....they must all go away....*rather loudly* DEATH TO CHICKENS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahem. Yes...that's it. A little long winded, and not REALLY that funny, but I thought I'd share nonetheless. I didn't actually intend on going onto such a rant, but the time seemed to call for it.

Meheheheheheh......and oh how the Sadist in me cheered in it's dark, cynical joy.