Hi, hi, hi there. (Yeah, I'm a geek, and so are you if you recognized that.)

It's snowing like crazy right now. Heck, I'd even go so far as to say that it's snowing like a banshee (you know those banshees and their precipitation). Snowsnowsnow all day, and do you think we got out of any school? Of course not; that would be too convenient. There's nothing more evil than a school administrator who doesn't let out classes on a day like today.

Not much to report today. My Spanish teacher has an overdeveloped sense of irony; today's vocabulary lesson was "Things at the Beach." That's just cruel when you live in one of the big square states in the middle (not to mention during the first big snowstorm of the year).

Aha -- I'm happy and a little shocked to report that the grand ol' HS took second place in the marching competition on Saturday. Well, second place in class B. Out of four bands. Shut up.

We were beaten by Wessington Springs. Those bastards think they're so cool in their feathered cowboy hats with their "Magnificent Seven" (and not the Clash version). OUR HIGH SCHOOL MARCHING BAND RULES!

I love subtlety in sarcasm.