Okay, despite mostly apathetic but slightly opposing demand, I have decided to move to WordPress.
You can now find everything that's right, mostly wrong, and funny about the world at the following location:
http://moufflets.wordpress.com
Sorry for the inconvenience!
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Should some aspiring blogger happen to want this domain name, please leave an appropriate comment and we'll discuss things over.
School having started on Tuesday, they naturally sent back a bunch of paperwork. Among them were the usual release forms.
Of course no one likes to be sued, understandably, but after taking the time actually read one of these bueauracraticspeech documents, I found this passage:"I agree that under no circumstances will he/she or his/her heirs, executors, administrators and assigns prosecute, present any claim for personal injury, property damage, or wrongful death against said school or any of its officers, agents, or employees for any of said causes of action, whether the same shall arise by the negligence of any said persons, or otherwise."
"...shall arise by the negligence of any said persons or otherwise."
"Or otherwise" !?! What's that supposed to mean? Otherwise can mean a lot of things - among them deliberate and premeditated homicide.
So by signing this form, I am releasing my school to harm me at their leisure while I am doing said activity, and should they do so, I no longer have the right to seek reimbursement. Tell me if this is just wrong?
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Inspired by my parents, of all people, who refused to sign any more release forms because they wanted to school to be liable for at least something.
Humor-blogs.
A lot of things have happened during my six days of music camp, not all of it having to do with making a "box of wood vibrate".
Let's start with the bathrooms.
Very interesting conversations occur in the restroom. While on the toilets, some guys will play a game known as "Would you Rather...", usually comparing girls and discussing their pros and cons.
Furthermore, while in the shower, men are not so manly. I was sitting in my cabin one night, and all of a sudden, hysterical screaming erupts and two juniors run out of the shower room - one with a toothbrush in his mouth and one with only his boxers on (nothing to worry, since as one guy said, also in the shower, "most guy's boxers are longer than most girl's shorts").
"Oh my god!" "AHHHH!" "AHHH!" "AHHHHH!"
Naturally, we all ask what happens.
"There's a fricken huge lizard in there!" Turns out, the lizard isn't all that big, but they freak out anyways. The three guys are in the showers are standing half in and half out, trying to kill the thing. One attempts to give the thing poisoning by covering it with his shampoo. Every time the lizard moves, they jump and scream! Sometime later, they finally killed it, and left it in two pieces under a trash can.
Then there was more faux-homosexuality, with several peeking-toms in the showers and some in the cabins.
Also, we experienced some aromatic issues at camp. When you spend your entire day in your shoes in an unbelievably dusty environment, things tend to start smelling.
However, some people forgot to pack some air-freshener, so they resorted to what they thought was the next best thing: Axe.
Now Axe is a type of deodorant advertised as some kind of spray-on love charm that will attract women. However, the majority of women do not like the smell of Axe, nor do a large number of men. Axe used as an air-freshener results in a smell quite similar to Axe+__odor__, which will become quite unbearable. In the case of Axe+flatulence, not only will the smell be unbearable, it will in fact become quite lethal. You wouldn't want to do anything that might cause a spark anywhere near the scene of the smell.
Pranks. I would love to say that I have amazing and sadistic prank stories to tell, but I sadly I have none, partly because I'm not a senior yet and because I'm just so nice. The only thing I did was help duct tape some freshies' stuff to the ceiling. So sorry folks.
Foosball. We have become addicted to foosball over the course of several days. We wake up to foosball, we have foosball for lunch, and we have foosball for dinner. Can't get enough of it. And please, no spinning - for the sake of the table at the very least.
Feet. Don't forget to bring your own masseuse. Standing takes a lot out of you, and sitting crosslegged is one of the most awkward positions in the world. And band thinks that just because they have march they work harder.
That's it for now. Check back soon for more, maybe...
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Spray little Axe, add a little fart, light a match and BOOM! Humor-blogs.
