That’s a good inquiry. I didn’t even think of that. At all.
Just an observation really. I mean, what’s the difference between then and now, if they don’t at least step up the school’s lax security controls? We’d be like pigs getting sent off to the slaughter.
School commences once more, after this tedious and unproductive day. Woop-de-doo. How very charming; NOT.
I hope they’ve put extra security proceedures in place this time. Y’know…since, the guy who blew everyone to pieces is still out there and everything.
Might I suggest the shampoo that smells like strawberries?
Maybe, if there’s any left. I think I drank most of it in my state of delirium. That’s probably why I don’t feel so good. :/
in the literal sense. It smells like Ma’s chicken salad in here. I don’t think I can last one more night, especially with Chuck-Norris and Bruce-Lee out of their cages. Maybe storing the reptiles up here with us wasn’t exactly tha best idea. I should probably tell Aubry that it’s safe to come out now. I think that the shooter would’ve come to our fortress by now if he were after her. All I really care about is that she’s alright. Well, she’s alright if you ignore the fact that she smells like iguana piss and has these huge, purple bags under her eyes. She ain’t complainin’ though. We got to spend a week outside throwing water balloons at Ma. That’s a great way to pass the time if you ask me.
I’m feelin’ a bit better, so it seems like things are really lookin’ up. Maybe I’ll take Aubs to that one amusement park a few towns over. I’d rather she spends the day there than havin’ to go to that memorial. Us Zizes have never really been good with feelings. Plus, I don’t want Aubs to get upset all over again. Another week in the tree house is the last thing we need. I doubt us showin’ up would be a good idea.
Best wishes to those families though. I can’t even imagine what they’re going through…
I don’t smell like iguana piss.
Okay maybe a little…
No, no! Don’t cut it, mi preciosa. It’s beautiful. ;]
Err…thanks? I haven’t made up my mind yet if I will, though rash decisions often accompany my boredom, so who knows?
I’m considering “the chop.”
Never thought I’d actually miss having school to appease my time.
This is the longest game of Clue ever.
It’s really funny how everyone reacts differently to a major upheaval in their lives. I’ve heard about people being too depressed even to eat, people who spend days crying, and people who can go for weeks on end without conveying any kind of emotion until some kind of dam inside them bursts and they give in to a meltdown of epic proportions.
For my twin, she seems to be loony with paranoia (she’s rarely seen without a water pistol in her hand these days and never leaves our treehouse). At first I just thought that was Av; typical Avery. She always did have a screw loose - well, we both do in some ways, though I like to consider myself the more…rational thinking twin. Personally I find that humor helps me through these tough times. They do say that laughter is the best medicine. As zany as my sister is, I know that’s just her way of expressing herself and I’ve enlisted myself in humoring her crazy.
She asked me to nab the bottle of Dom Pérignon from Ma’s wine cellar but she never told me what would happen when I had to bust the damn thing open. Still, at least it made her laugh. I guess that’s all I’m good for.
.. / - —- .-.. -.. / -.— —- ..- / .— . / .— —- ..- .-.. -.. / .— .. -. (I told you we would win.)
—- ..-. | -.-. —- ..- .-. … . | ..—.. | | | .. | -.- -…— | .— . | …. .-
(Of course. I knew we had it in the bag when the whale was beached.)