Shannon's Escapades With Her Ex Boyfriend, Part Deux.

Wow, only a day after the twenty-calories-per-cracke

r incident, Shannon has amazed me yet again. Apparently, at lunch today, her friends were being jerks. As such, she came over to where me and my friends were sitting, since by some incredible flop of logic, she assumed we would be better. The fact that Kagel immediately brought up crackers should have been an omen as to what direction things were going. To my suprise, the topic was dropped, as we all told her just how incredibly terrible her choice of refuge was. Terrible. Worse than MCR.

Anyway, Eddie decided to take the initiative to kick my backpack, for which I chased him. His heart wasn't in it, though, so the chase ended fairly quickly. Despite this, by the time I returned, my ex-girlfriend had managed to rummage through my backpack and remove a pencil, my highly-battered book, and my planner. She flipped through this, writing in it as was her wont, and I stood over her, but eventually moved off. She eventually put them down, after conor (and me) bothered her about it, and skipped off, singing.

Curiosity got the better of me, and i flipped to the back page, with the "best friends section" on it. I looked into the obscure corner, and noticed she had written there, as I thought she had. Here is what she wrote:

My best friend:
*She writes*: Veto
Other good friends:
*She writes*: The fridge
Places we hang out:
*She writes*: The kitchen
Things we do together:
*She writes*: Eat/Fuck.

I was shocked and outraged, since this implied that I was into bestiality. With my own dog, no less. I went over, and yelled at her. She informed me that someone had written all over the same page of her planner, and I yelled at her, wondering why she was taking this out on me. She informed me it was fun and games. I told her it was sick and wrong.
"Funny." She said.
"Sick and wrong." I yelled, leaving.
"Funny!" She yelled, as I was walking away.
"SICK AND WRONG!" I yelled, halfway across the quad.

Such ended todays misadventure.

P.S. Should I start a blog to keep track of this stuff?
P.P.S. And for those who don't know, bestiality is having sex with an animal.
P.P.P.S. Shannon was joking, I think.