Ran Out of Super Cool Chemicals!!! (aka, delusions of a diabetic)

Act 1-
Schummacher during English... enough to smite the soul with boredom alone, but to add idiotic inflections where they dont belong, butcher words so clearly stamped upon each page of the classic selection of literature.... i blame him for my low blood sugar. i really didnt notice how low i was, as i was currently deeply engrossed in sleeping, until i wandered off to chemistry where we were partaking of a lab. as you know, chemistry is god to chesty, and he is the son incarnate whos every word must be followed, or met with wrath (aka: red face, loud voice, talking about getting hot...) i was eating biscuit crumbles, well, no, ill revise that... i was attempting to eat biscuit crumbles and actually coating the lab sink with a fine layer of them when my brain just completely hazed over... c'mon, we all know what low bloodsugar does right? not enough sugar to the brain, makes you do loopy stuff, you know... so i threw the stupic crumbs away, (after the last one had fallen to the soggy bread laden sink bottom) and giggled witlessly as midori aka: my lab partner, did her best to figure out what the heck was going on... prehaps i should take a moment for a monolouge? i think so...

Monolouge (mandy)

Chesty, ah, what makes you

a teacher so awful

its hard to bear

and all us sad children

stacked in the honors courses

stretching for that elusive 4.0

(that for me shall never become reality)

Ah Chesty!

so amiable outside

of you set ways, so strange...

sit once more on the table

and swing your legs

evoke from me, that feeling

an odd mixture of

sympathy; prehaps tenderness

to be swept away

as soon as you open your mouth

to lecture us

in a half baked way.

Chesty, why!!!

have you meant to do us

so cruel a stroke of callous service?

would it not have been

better but for you to retire, not next year

but now! this very year i walk the labs!

Ah Chesty

i sigh

(and fail)

for what more can I do?

I must say, this is by far the most civil way i have ever expressed my opinion (and half the schools opinion) about Chesty... now where was i? oh yes, should i do a monoluge about midori? nah, she would get mad is i started including any 'b' words affiliated with her... aka: bleach, boys, beds... :D Lets just say this, the last time i let midori handle the lab while i directed my attention elsewhere, she spilled our dish of steaming hydrochloric acid off of the hotplate where it simmered, onto the wire of our hotplate, tweaked out, pulled the snorkle down onto the hotplate (where it promptly began to melt) and stared witlessly at the havoc she had wrought in 25 short seconds... did i mention a second occasion where she broke not two, but three expensive little pot things... ah, what are they called... cruciables! yeah, those... well, needless to say, ( I LOVE YOU MIDORI!!!!) it wasnt good that i was low. Heres how it went...

Act 2-

after the crumbles, i got midori to tie my apron strings... for the sake of the next bit of action, let me describe them acuarately. These are a specimen of apron all on their own. No, these are not nice lab coats, nor smocks of a sort, they are very long, burnt orange, raggedy, stained, abused creations, thick of material, and tied about the neck and waist with grubby strings. Midori knew i was low, i had made this clear to her earlier, when i was still a sentient human being... however, she turned, presenting me to things, not normally related, but now combined to in a fashion that incited anger... i untied her previous bow and proceeded to knot the strings tightly to her back belt loop. *grins manically* she responded very well. shortly following after chasing me down, the squished me in a rather comic positon against the lab counter and knotted my own apron thing to my pants... now being excellently outfitted, grimy goggles included, we were quite ready and keen to have an adventure... or at least i was. Midori saw fit to drag me off to ask Chesty about taking me to the nurses' office when i began to babble aimlessly about what i can honestly not remember. Hence, she sent me off, for even a demi god cannot denie the need of a diabetic to take leave of his domain. A yard from the door, i stood, wavering in my unsureness... what the heck was i doing? midori, sensing my cluelessness, came at me... naturally, seeing a large hairy, goggly, apron bedecked figure charging at me, i assumed it was after my thoughts, so i ran. Bolting out of the door, we giggled like mad, and made our way across the grasses of our highschool, and having become comrade super heros of sorts, armed with only our silver antennas and super cool chemicals we handily stored in our outfits (both of which were invisible to the average passer-byer of course... dont wanna alarm the bad guys of our presence!) we traipsed into the office. here i must snidely remark that midori was not nearly as cool as i, for she was not wearing her dignified goggles...

Act 3-

it was remarkably cool and dark inside the foreign building that we had infiltrated, and after nodding in our secret code to a lady at the front desk, (she also corresponded with our large network of spies) we were admitted through a secret side door, and worked our way down a long hall. a room at the end of the hall was a preplanned destination of ours, and we sideled in, not making direct eye contact with the cameras that teemed throughout the building because everyone knows that the enemy can read the print of your cornia, identify you, and then easily brainwash you! (of course, we were gaurded against that untsuitable fate by our handy silver antenae!) residing within this heavily gaurded room, two large ladies chatted, (these of course being secret service gaurds who were not our allies) we made the pretense of being about normal buisness, not on a secret mission, for doing things undercover and in desguises is by far the best, cleanest, and most amusing way of handling situations like this. Midori attentively gaurded my back as i retrieved the high teck information (disguised as a pack of crackers with cheese). Prehaps not my brightest idea, (but definately one of reckomendable ingenuity) as we were currently under suspicion of the two heavy set gaurds, (both of which were female, but i suspect that under that white skin, they resided the cold metal hardware and circuits of a robot!) i decided to leave a mark, by which they might identify the assailants of their informaition and privacy. Leaning over a clipboard, left there for the purpose of true workers within the ranks of this grievious enemy, a sign in sheet. I bent over the paper and studied it carefully before writing, under the proper coumn, Mandy (message did not transmit last name) and for 'reason', Ran out of super cool chemicals! Under the heading 'action taken' i put, ate crackers... a sure and obvious note of what we had so cleverly stolen. However, judging by the quiver of my sidekicks silver antenae, this was not a good idea... or prehaps i got this clue from the way that she dragged me giggling unabashedly from the paper and forced me out into the hall whence she than proceeded to scribble out my reason... we than rushed out, laughing with glee... and wandered back into class to flub up the lab more, our sliver antenae waving happily...and i ate the top secret information crackers... and licked up all the cheese!!!