It turns out that story about the soldiers getting their throats slashed wasn't true. Instead, they were shot and beaten with cement blocks. I don't know what to say.

I have a new favorite joke. It's amazingly evil, but I find it hilarious. I tested the senses of humor of a bunch of my friends and teachers today, and needless to say, most were quite horrified. I still think it's funny. The joke is as follows:
What's pink and silver and runs into walls?
A baby with forks in its eyes.

Thank you to the blog of a fellow Allison for the joke.

My promises of procrastination ring only partially true. The news article was indeed written at 11 p.m. last night, but the physics was finished during band. The English essay was penned during band and homeroom. They all got done, though, didn't they? Voila.

My year-old orange and white tabby, Ozzie, has been rechristened Pookie. Sir Pookie, if he's feeling cranky.

I've got to go feed Baron von Pookums.