First topic of the day is: 10 cent Twinkies.
How can this be?, you may ask. Well, no shit. I went to the store today and got a box of ten Twinkies for a dollar even.
And some Hawaiian Punch. The red kind, of course.
And that shit added together is about...3.00. Fucking even.

But anyway, I have something else to bring up. As you don't know, today was Freshman Orientation. *dodges trash cans*
I was standing in line for lunch (well, I was just waiting with Ali there, since I had gummy worms and Sobe, and almost made this chick's head explode--but that's another story) with Ali, obviously.

...Bad sentence structure.

And so in front of us were these two guys. Long, dyed hair, black hoodies, lots of money spent to complete the look, blah blah.
We paid them no mind until we realized--they all had combs in their hands. So it's like, holy shit, Scene Greasers! Razor Blades instead of Pocket knives!!
Oh, that's bad. I'm sorry.
Anyway. . .so, being some of the vainest guys I've ever seen (no, seriously), they were continuously combing their hair into place. Not slicked back, but with all that crusty Rave hairspray shit right into their face. (Like I'm one to talk--but at least I don't bring a comb to school.) It was fucking peculiar. Sadly, their hair looked shiny and soft. I wanted to petted it.

. . . .That shit is whack.

And I've made an enemy of the school vice principal. I was helping this herd of preppy chicks get their gummy worms out of the vending machine. I spent two dollars to help their fucking cause. We ended up kicking that vending machine. Which, yeah, stupid.

But these were GUMMY WORMS.
And so some blond-haired ancient crazy cat lady comes up and bellows at me like I've got a fucking bomb or something;;note the "me" part, and not all the preppy chicks around me.

...But I got some gummy worms.

I was afraid she would explode. Supernova and bring me down with her.
Fuckin' scary.

But then she walked away and it was better. D