So, my family and I are all going to move to Bend, Oregon. This is a good thing and a bad thing. Moving means leaving all my fun, ambitious, and slightly mental friends here, to go to a place where I know NO ONE. Tough. But in a way, this brings great news. NO ONE knows who I am, and what I am like, and what I am known for, and what pranks I have played. NO ONE knows ME. That means, that I can go around my new school, and pretend to be a pretty little school girl with all A's, and while NO ONE is looking, I will STRIKE. Striking in the real world means:
Strike: [strahyk] verb; 1. to deal a blow or stroke to (a person or thing), as with the fist, a weapon, or a hammer; hit.
"a HAMMER???" Hmm, I think I am gonna go hit some on the head with a hammer today. Wouldn't a hammer be counted as a weapon? Good golly gosh! Here is my version of striking:
Strike: [Str-ike] verb; 1 (and only). To pull a prank on unsuspecting, innocent people. Mwa ha ha ha ha!
And there you go. Going to a new school opens up all sorts of possibilities. Including being lazy and using the exact same pranks that I used at my old middle school. Although, now that I will be going into High School, I will need to really read the guide book carefully, and find ways to (harmlessly) "bend the rules..."
And be, inconspicuous, and NO ONE will ever suspect me... because I will be working my butt off to pull off a "little miss goody two shoes" act. He he... Watch out Bend, Here I COME!
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