Randolph High School has a very illogical way of giving us our yearbooks.

You see, most High Schools come out with their yearbook at the end of the year.

But here at RHS, we release it three weeks into the NEXT year. Seniors get them in the mail.



And so here it is: my yearbook from last school year.

While looking through the Class of 2010, I noticed something odd:



Is that PD, from the class of 2009 in the bottom right?


Why yes it is! And an extremely bad picture of him at that!

But apparently PD's picture was replacing Sean Kunce's picture.


See...Shaun Kunce.

So I looked up this "Sean Kunce" in the index.

The page numbers said "22 and 92." We were just looking at 22, where his school picture SHOULD have been.

So I flipped to page 92.



Page 92 was the "Girls Track" page.


Can you find Sean Kunce? The answer is no, unless he had a sex change.

Interestingly enough, PD also made the Class of 2009 page.

Where I found his picture from 2 years ago.

It appears that the yearbook editor wasn't on very good terms with Shaun Kunce. He never appeared in the yearbook.

Fortunately he got one measly picture in the yearbook from two years ago.


Better luck next time, Shaun.

Q: What's the differance between Republicans and Democrats?

A: Guns.


McCain: "Oh...where's your little hat now, PD?


McCain: "Vote for me or never vote again."

What more motivation do you need to vote for John McCain?

Despite the amount of effort that Jake and I put into creating our wonderful header, it's getting a little old.



For one thing, I'm tired of light blue. For another, Jake's caricatures of us don't look like us anymore.



Jake grew his hair out and I'm continuing to grow my hair out. I'm trying to go for all of 2008 without cutting it.


I think I'm about to crack, though. It's getting unbearably long.

So, whenever we get around to it, Jake and I are cooking up a new header.

Also, poll videos are on the way.

For physics class, Jake and I had to make a series of pictures demonstrating physics concepts.

So, being the over-achievers that we are (heh...) we made a video instead.



Jake somehow got credit for this in his history class as well, even though the two seconds of historical content was made up.

If you ever see a woman that looks like me, run. Run like a very ugly woman is behind you.

Michelle and Shane say that I look like Shaggy from Scooby Doo, Where Are You?.



I see no resemblance. None at all.

The beard comes off tonight, though. It's itchy.

As I mentioned in the previous post, a bunch of us from my Spanish class went to a flea market a few days ago.

There were all sorts of ridiculous things for sale. David found this wrestler mask that was too small for his hair to fit in it.


I don't even think Steve (left) can see out of that one.




Cole constructed crude visual innuendos with food, garbage and flea market toys.


And Steve... did this.


But Joey bought the most awesome thing in the flea market:



The thing is made awfully flimsily for something that people are going to drop. The screen is now cracked.

Steve, Joey and I, as well as all the other Spanish 3 and 4 students at our school, went to a flea market the other day.

And, as usual, I saw something weird and just had to take pictures of it.


It's one of those temporary tattoo machines! Hell yes!


So, of course I bought one.


Victory was mine! For only fifty measly cents, I'd purchased a tattoo of the single most awesome children's cartoon nonsense ever!


So the next day in Spanish class, I picked a spot with little enough hair that the tattoo would stick.


I hastily stuck it to my belly with a wet napkin, but soon realised that I'd forgotten to read the directions before I stuck it to myself.

Was it 30 seconds or 30 minutes?

Whew! It was 30 seconds. And just look at that beauty!


Actually, I've never even heard of a Pokemon called Carnivine. What happened to good old Pikachu and Squirtle?


Screw you, Carnivinegay!

Vandalism is even better when it's on a person rather than a thing.


Quote Time
[Mr. Katz, a psychotic substitute teacher at my school, started yelling something toward my lunch table]
Mr. Katz: [incoherent babble] [something that sounds like "gonorrhoea"] [incoherent babble]
Me: What? Who has gonorrhoea?
Mr. Katz: You have gonorrhoea? Congratulations! [starts clapping] Join the club!
Me: [blank stare]

It should be noted that people usually only say "join the club" if they themselves are in "the club."

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