Relay, Cult, & Tux, with a Hint of Rotting Ferret

This post shall encompass four, in my opinion, great points in my life, especially the extreme latter (which will become cynically clear in the last paragraph).

Relay for Life = a stress test that's out of control for the truly dedicated that stay awake for 24+ hours, which is what I attempted. From 6am Friday to 4pm Saturday, that's 35 hours (I spared you the counting off on the fingers), I got approximately 10 minutes (yes, minutes) of sleep, and two hours from 4pm-6pm...with no catch-up after this.

The Cult of the National Honor Society has decended upon my feeble mind, bestowing a golden rope around my neck, and forcing me to sign the official title of my soul in their book. Yes, I was selected for this "honor", which could only be recieved if I agreed to comply with their ritualistic [Satanic] procession. The new "inductees" looked on as black-robed, candle-holding, would-be-Satanists-if-they-had-had-inverted-pentacles-around-their-necks, already-members poured in from either side of the auditorium in darkness, quietly proceeding to the alter ::ahem::...stage. In retrospect, I guess this ritual SHOULD entitle me to more educational opportunities...don't you see the connection between Satanic rituals, goat sacrifices in school, and the business world, you outcast!?!

It is official that I will be attending Prom 2006 as a Junior, a title I hold steadfastly proud.