A Cold Day in Hell

Got to school this morning. Woo.

Japanese was alright, except for the fact that I wasn't into it. I wasn't really into any of my classes today. Still payed attention, did what I was suppose to, but I wasn't into them.
Algebra 2 was the class that I was the least not into, but only because I was on a roll. I'm good at Algebra, especially linear equations, and functions, and that's what today was.
Lunch was alright. Probably the high point of my day because Ellen is in there with us.
Ryan got hurt on Wednesday. Something hit him in the eye. Turns out it scratched his cornea or something. You could tell that.
Earth/Space was easy. Chapter test. That's it. That's all we did. A chapter test.
Creative writing was fine, but writing a poem with three people who keep wanting to put the word 'feet' in it...not good.
Auditions after school, and I feel I personally did good enough to get Cliff in the dinner theater production. IO's group got jipped, which sucked, but she still did great. Frankie being a kindergartner and right off the bat picking up "I'm just a sweet transvestite" was priceless.
Helped out at tech. Ryan's eye was getting better. He could finally open it. I would say I was helping tech, but mostly I was talking to people to get their hopes up.
Tucker found out that they were using the very last flat left from A cold day in hell for Hannah's set, and we tried to save it, but to no avail. That was saddening. So, we took pictures. Carie signed the back of it with a sharpie. Tucker and I, being the American Cowboys that we are, spray painted our names on it. Swank.
Came home, did W131, wiped out, woke up about 10 something. Decided to write this.

No feature today, sorry.

<3 Peace
~Zaq

Postscript: IN the background, the last flat piece from a Cold Day in Hell, a play that was directed by IO Batka, that Carie, Tucker, and myself were involved in. This one goes back to the fact that Tucker's character was afraid of Carie's (she is satan you know).