Monster. I am.

Mind one.

Many of you reading this blog have at one point or another in your life, drank that sweet poison..Monster. Now on a normal day, Monster is like any other drink to me, kinda fruity, but good. A few days ago, Monster grabbed my restraint, and threw it over the border. I was overcome by this madness, I was uncontrollable. I was in p.e.!!! Wait...That last part sucked. Being super hyper, and having every mental restraint thrown away is never the best thing to happen to a person. To have it happen at school is horrific. To have it happen during the last period of the day, that's just cruel, and to have that period be P.E. where I was expected to channel this building energy constructively...I felt like I was in a concentration camp.

That day was station day!! Yay!! :D I was so wired that I was bouncing when I walked.

The first few stations went remarkably smoothly, meaning that we were only yelled at five or six times a minute, however, the next station, the "Skier hops" station. It all went bad.

These hops are supposed to be like bunny hops but side to side. I didn't want to ski hop. I wanted to explore a jungle!! :D So that's what I did.
This is what I felt like I did.

Obviously my high school gym does not have vines growing ceiling to floor. I wasn't wear a Jack Hannah explorers hat, and sadly, I wasn't carrying a machete... So in my mind I was hacking my way through a dense jungle. In reality. I was doing this....

My mental image was much cooler. This reality thing sucks.
Finally the sub decided that absolutely nothing would be achieved in the gym, and sent us outside to get some fresh air.

Horrible idea...
She just turned a five nine whirlwind of energy lose upon the world. In the gym I was confined. Outside, there was nothing to stop me or hold me back.

I quickly rounded up a group of observers and decided. "Hey!! I've got a lot of energy. I should tell a story!! And make movements to match it!!"
Great idea.
I decided to hit them with the tale of the Janitor. In our school are these creepy vents in the ceiling. From these vents come strange noises, almost like something is up there, so I improvised and told a story of epic proportions.
(I told this story as if the listener was the actual janitor, and I was retelling their story. Its all very odd)
"Your a Janitor!!! You're sweeping the halls, but the bell!! It has rung!!"

  "My god your time has come!!! Quick to the closet!! Your time is short, and you are on a mission from the queen!!!"

"Now!! There is a trap door above you! This goes to the ventilation system! You must investigate!!! Climb those shelves!!"

The rest of the class period was consumed with me acting out the janitor climbing the shelves, roaming the ventalation system for hours, then reporting on the students and the private conversations.

The other day, Mind one, Mind two, and the non-blogger C-frizzle. (Mind two is going to have to explain that one.) Saw the ladder and trap door leading into the vents from the janitors closet, I'm very scared.

Mind Two:

Haha this story was one of the best she has ever told! My favorite quote-"You knock over a bottle of pledge. It's ok. Your the janitor. You'll get it later"  Probably funnier if you were there. Oh well.

Now for the C-frizzle story and the end of the Janitor story.

My best friend, Cecily, ran in the school election this year for vice-president.  (She won). When you run, you have to make a video and give a speech. The guy she was running against can rap. I mean really rap. She thought everyone was going to vote for him because of his mad rapper skills. To stop this, she decided to make her video of her rapping.  It was great. There was a chicken coop in the background (mine) and my brother dressed up as an old man. Not really dressed up, he wore the same clothes he wears everyday, he just already dresses like an old man. Anyway, you can't be a rapper without a rap name and hers was C-frizzle.

Yes, it is true we found the secret door to the ventilation system. Cecily and I were looking for some buckets that we could fill with water to wash off her chalk from the sidewalk (It said "vote Cecily"). The best person to ask how to clean something? The janitor. She said we should use the buckets in her closet. We went in said closet and then we saw it, THE LADDER. And above it, a trap door. We had found the ladder leading to the vents. I felt like Nancy Drew. And then, at that very moment, Mind One happened to be walking by. And we had to show her. Now, we know her story is true. Mind One is right...I'm very scared.

And then Cecily and I signed the ceiling of the janitor's closet cuz we are cool like that. Mission accomplished.