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2002-03-19

Me The Dear Old Whore

Oliver, Oliver. Never before has a boy wanted more!

If you cannot tell, I have just returned from a rather intriguing version of the musical Oliver. Due to this fact, this whole entry must now be read with a british accent, otherwise it may sound quite strange indeed!

Oooh! I do love a good intrigue!

Now, onto what you most probably really want to hear about. My little 'Whore-venture' I believe I will call it. Yes, I like that very much. So, my whore-venture began quite off the wrong foot. The lovely Kj and myself, had decided to meet at the bus stop that would take us to our old and dear elementary school. I told the lovely Kj to call me before she left her humble abode to head for the bus stop. Unfortunately for me, she had forgotten to do so! I figured then, since I live only five minutes away from the bus stop, that I would leave at around eleven thirty-five to get there for eleven forty. The bus was supposed to come around at eleven forty-six. Unlucky for me though, I ended up only leaving the house at eleven forty! I ran as fast as my whore-ish legs could carry me and I sped off down the street toward the bus stop. I saw the bus coming from the other direction and doubled my speed, but I was doing it all for nothing. Nothing, nothing. I spotted the lovely Kj running across the street to catch the bus just in time. I hopped over newly piled snowbanks and sprinted diagonally across the street, but it was too late.

We never made it on the bus.

We, instead, took a taxi to the elementary school where we were met with yet another interesting turn of events.

Visitors are not allowed in the school without a pass. We did not know that, so we pranced into the school anyways. Everyone saw us enter the building, the secretaries did and so did about five teachers that we used to have. Nobody said anything, so we were home free... For the moment. We stood by one of the windows overlooking the courtyard and started to reminisce about our days at that school. We laughed and sighed and smiled and groaned. It was nice to talk about old times. We did not even mind it when the children outside started throwing snowballs at the window to get our attention.

After a bit of waiting though, my dear friends finally came out to meet the lovely Kj and I. We had a nice chat before heading out to grab some food. I think I should get on with my tale before I bore you all to sleep though. It turned out, that one of the fellows who thought I was a whore had gone skiing for the day, while the other had left for lunch with someone else. So all in all, my brilliant plan was foiled. And I got kicked out of my old school for nothing by some idiotic lunch monitor and his cronies! Bah to him!

How exciting was that? No worries though, I believe that next week I have already set a date to try out my plan again. *evil laugh* Ta ta!

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