  I am so rarely blessed with an awesome day; I had almost forgotten what it feels like to be so happy. I am getting ahead of myself, first I need to explain Rubber Chicken. Rubber Chicken is a spirit competition between LC and Ferris (our “rivals”, I guess) It’s ultimately the biggest display of school spirit all year, which is not either interesting or fun. Everyone dresses in black and orange, mouthing off about how great our school is. News flash; its not that great. From my seat in the ass-numbing bleachers today I saw a sea of Caucasians, peppered barely by the occasional (and rare) black or Asian student. It’s ridiculous that the administrations spew bullshit about school diversity and yet we have none . It’s easy to be "open" and "accepting" of different races when the minority is so small. Ew. But such rave remarks about our school is commonplace at pep cons. And its not the hipocrasy I have to deal with but the length of time spent watching the great ordeal go on.
I thought I would never leave. Anna D. and I treated ourselves to a nice lengthy conversation/lunch afterwards. Rocket Sex God was working a new shift, and so we were graced with his presence. Today he was wearing his glasses (!! ) and a plain t-shirt with some sort of wings drawn on the back… such extreme hotness baffles me. We ended up missing fourth period entirely, and on our way back to school we were stopped by a religious zealot standing outside our school.
He was holding a sign that said something to the affect of “ How have you praised Christ today ?” in gigantic colorful letters. And he was blocking us from crossing the street to getting into school. “ Well, have you ?” “ Uh…” collective weirded-out noises came from both Anna and I. “ Well can you at least give me some scripture ?” “ Uh…” Anna looked like she was going to erupt in hysterical laughter at any second. “ ForGodsolovedtheworldhegavehisonlysongthathewhobelievedinHimshallnotperishbuthaveeternallife. ” I said without pausing for a breath. It was the simplest and first thing that popped into my head. “ Very good! Well, ladies, I hope that you continue to praise Him and lift up His name !” “ God…bless…you…” Anna said between bits of muffled laughter. The second we crossed the street we could not hold back. It was the best kind of laughter. They were feverish, shrill laughs.
The kind of giggling that makes you feel giddy and uninhibited. I couldn’t even breath . We just stood laughing until I my stomach hurt. Due to this, we missed the begining of fifth period and we’re let into our classroom (damn you “ No Tardy ” policy! ) And guess who happened to also be out of class? Who could make my boy-oggling afternoon better? Who?? G-dogg… but of course. And all through our mini-conversation they same Rilo Kiely songs we running through my head. “Indifferent but distanced perfectly/projected endlessly/SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL” Affectionately… Anna 
