Is it real, son? Load it up and kill one if it’s really real.

So I’m while I’m sitting chilly in the Photography room, there is a gun threat presently dominating my school. Evidently yesterday there was some kind of racial class between four white and four black students, and now the word drifting around is that one side is going to come in armed and kill everyone who isn’t wearing black, especially those wearing red. Exciting no? Sounds like gang activity to me, but then, my school - nay even my county - has never had an issue with gangs. Probably because there’s nothing really for them to do. Nowhere decent to bother fighting, no vandalism to commit unless they feel like spray-painting their symbol on the side of a cow and proceeding then to tip it over. Really, my town’s so quiet and so sleepy that the idea of any real violence outside a short fist fight is unheard of. Sure, people get murdered once in a blue moon or die in horrible wrecks, and there’s the occasional freak incident of a corpse being beheaded by a passing train in order to cover up the real cause of death, but what town doesn’t have that?

Anyway, I’m lounging here in my lovely outfit of black… white… and red. (Go figure. What are they going to do? Half-shoot me?) I can’t go out to take photos, I can’t even go to the bathroom because of our “modified lockdown” where everyone must stay in their classes until the bell rings, speak to no one in the halls, etc. etc. Honestly, it’s so ridiculous that I want to go home, not because I feel threatened but because I simply don’t want to put up with all the bullshit that spawns from this kind of threat.

In other news, with prom approaching I am glancing at a few dresses now and then and making a point of mass-avoiding any guy who looks at me for two long. I feel mean for saying “not on your life even if I was promised your firstborn child to sell on the Bolivian black market,” (No offense to the Bolivian community, just went with the first country that came to mind) I can only think of one person at this school I would be even mildly compelled to go with. That’d be the Fox, not because I’m attracted to him, but because I know I’d be entertained, not harassed or pressured to be any certain way, and because he’s still a dear friend of mine. (A subject of some annoyance, one might note, to other “potential suitors” who do not grasp aforementioned Bolivian response.)

In all likelyhood I’ll probably just go by myself again and leave halfway through. No harm in that, the music and the people really aren’t my thing. I love dancing, but it helps me somehow to have a melody, and the overwhelming aura of cattiness that lingers on prom night can be a little exhausting, so my darling band-dork friend from the previous post and I might slip out partway through and high-tail it to the nearest ultra-touristy town to haunt away the weekend and meet some potentially interesting people. Of course, still have to work this out with the lovingly paranoid parentals first.

Sorry to ramble, but really, I have no other way to occupy my time. I promise there’ll be a coherant post soon.