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When the cookies taste like pepper, you know you've taken from the wrong box.
Not for the land locked
Funny story, on Easter Sunday I was out having a blast, driving with my dad and using the windsheild wipers on second speed! Yes rainy day driving. I suppose he thought I was ready for public roads. I was going along amazingly for my first time on public roads moving at about 45mph with the traffic. It was rather liberating, it is after all, legal for me now. After I went through my second stop light, a policecar came right up behind me. I thought, "Hell, what is a vehicle of law tailgating for!" then arrived the notion of "waiting for the right moment". Finally I realized he was after me, he must have seen my frightened face because the patriotic lights began flashing in the overhead mirror. Damn.
Yesterday Crescent Valley was thoroughly threatened by a bomb threat. In the middle of B block the bomb threat was phoned to our school's office, the phone call taken by a parent volunteer. It took a half hour for the news to reach the whole school. The bomb was said to go off by the anonymous caller, by 11:10 am. One hour. Our teacher didn't know what was going on, Lacey assumed noxious gas, maybe radiation. Cielle thought it may have been something or someone dying in the school. But rumors quickly grew, and we were all pretty sure it was a bomb threat. After a while of being told by many people, it was indeed, a bomb threat, some people dicided to call and get rides home, what was the point of staying? The day became a field day, we played Red Rover and a large number of kids joined in and spontaneously left. That continued until the whole 6 people compared to the perhaps 20 came over and tried to break through. It became a scattered mess, that didn't reform. Kailey and us went to find a cell phone to see if we could get a ride home (Cielle was told to leave her things in the building, lucky for her she had her iPod with her). We became sidetracked by the camera of the local KEZI9 news crew. We waved and jumped from our little spot on the track, about to start the hokey pokey with some other joiners. Cielle played the Unicorns out loud from her iPod and no one knew how to dance to it. Then a new kid who has a real obsession for holding doors open for people half way across the room comes over to play Disturbed from his iPod. We screamed and ran away. At that point, a kid named Rick who is in Cielle's French class came up to us and told Cielle:
I took a trip, took a dip into the beauty of Las Vegas Nevada, it wasn't beautiful though. Did you know that Vegas is growing at a rate of 100 people per sq mile, or something. Since the last time I was there (4-5 years ago) there weren't any houses behind my Uncle, now I don't know where the houses end in any direction!