| Kay, homies, here's the dillio. Listen up cause I'm only saying this once. Recently we had a Valentine's Day dance. My boyfriend's (plus some other guys') band was playing, which is the only reason me and several of my friends went. We sat patiently through the DJ's bit until the band was due to play. While they were setting up, me and Wiese, who were in charge of taking pictures, suddenly realized that half the jocks and preps (used for lack of better terms) were drunk and slightly unruley. We decided to ignore this. Later, however, when they were having technical difficulties with the mic, several of the jocks decided that they were going to "kick some gothic ass" (actually said) and thought it would be a good idea to push some of us around. Then the band kicked in, and we tried to forget it happened. However, when the DJ tried to cut in during a song, that was just too much, and chaos broke loose. We ended up running for dear life to the car and Nick pissed on the Victory Bell. The moral of the story is: No matter where you go, people suck. Teach your kids some tolerance, for the love of god. |
