Senior night = rocking out.
-- Weird inflatable obstacle course thing.  "There's TWO ledges?!  *Feral-cat leap*  *War cry*  AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"
-- Strange dancing.  But fun.
-- Free food.  Quality irrelevent.
-- HALO 2 in Mr. Hanson's room.  I ran through a massive battle, jumping and spinning in circles and shooting simultaneously, survived, only to fall off the never-ending cliff.  It's almost like respawning three times in a row in front of the same tank, driven by the same person.
-- Not checking in until noon today.

Yesssssssssssssss.

So I went to talk to Mrs. Noblin's 4th grade class at Christiana Elementary about poetry.  Daaaang, those kids got into it.  It was exciting.  We talked for about an hour.  Kids got up to read.  They had me read my stuff, Dorothy Parker, Shakespeare, and Robert Frost.  Good times.  I got two cards, some candy, and a neck rub out of the deal.  The children were really awesome, though, and not just because of the massage.  It was phenomenal to see them get so into poetry and literature.  Makes me feel better about the future generation.

And then I almost hit a prepubescent peacock driving home.

Stupid birds.  I do not gently apply breaks so you can run out before me at the last second and cause me to skid yards avoiding your sorry tail.  I do it so you can run away from the road in fear of the behemoth bearing down upon you.

Skid-skid-skid.

Come to the Renaissance faire, opening May 6th.

Skid-skid-ski.