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April 27, 2000

Yesterday, I had an epiphany. I thought to myself, what better way to end my high school career with a good prank for all those who will be left after me? In order to realize my vision, I went to the local library and picked up several texts on the art of tomfoolery, and after hours upon hours researching, I found the perfect prank. The beauty is in its simplicity; not in the bells and whistles, the surprise inside, or the mouse on the wheel. It would send the administrators reeling. The consequences of this prank will so severe, that the underclassmen will dare not under my name without lowering the eyes- I will be the god of Tomfoolery. I am sure that all 4 of your that regularly read Nothing in General are already in arms about the wicked joke I plan to enact; so here goes.

On the evening of Sunday, April 30, I will sneak into the school, and place tiny little bags in every teachers’ room, and when they go to their desk, they will suffer great chagrin. They’ll sit down to their computer, and PBBBBBBBTTTTTTT!! a resounding “fart” noise will be made! How is this possible, you ask? Well, through the miracle of modern technology, there is something known on the street as a “Whoopee Cushion,” and when someone sits on it, a large “fart” sound is made. Yes, there exists such a product! I was stunned when I first read about it myself.

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April 24, 2000

It’s been a little while since I last wrote to Nothing in General, so I figured a little life story is in order because a pretty good bit of stuff has happened to me since then. Well, only a few things, but they are pretty important to me. For one, I passed out on April 15. I was in the grocery store with a couple of buddies of mine, and we were talking, and I pissed one of them off. So, he jumped on my back, and put me in a headlock. Just as I was letting out a muffled “Stop before I pass out,” I hit the ground. The rest is a blur. All I can remember is thinking to myself, why is this happening? From what they told me, I fell down twice, once in front of some lady. I can’t say I remember anything like that. What else has happened since April 13? Oh, I had Peeps and a Cadbury Cream Egg for the first time last night. Needless to say, I had a terrible headache after all that sugar. Other things have happened, and they are all very very important to me, but it would take WAY too long to express my feelings about them here.

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April 13, 2000

The other day, I saw a cyclist riding down the road. He had a “Slow Moving Vehicle” sticker taped to his butt, a blinking light, and was teetering on the edge of the road. It struck me as odd, though. This man was dressed like he was riding in the middle of the night, although it was broad daylight out. Another thing confuses me about those guys. Why all the spandex in the flashy neon colors? I can understand the bright colors thing (because being smacked by a Dodge Dart at 45 mph couldn’t be any fun), but I am bewildered at the prevelance of spandex. What does tight stretch pants do? Does it make the air slide off of you or something? I don’t suppose I will ever know unless I start biking, which I don’t think will be happening anytime soon. One thing I have learned about cyclists though, don’t honk your horn at them. It just gets them a little peeved, and they start throwing up obscene gestures, which also confuses me. I mean, the guy’s on a bike, I am in a car. I think the person with 2 tons of metal behind them might come out victorious.

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April 11, 2000

It’s been awhile since Nothing in General was updated, so I figured that I would go ahead and that. Nothing has really happened in the past two weeks since we last posted to it; life goes on as usual. Later this week, (namely tomorrow), I will add a much more meaningful post. But until then, I’m out like a trout.

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March 23, 2000

Well, today I went to the dentist; and I have decided to hate my current dentist. I get in there, and he immediately starts to drill. He puts all the crap in my mouth, so I can barely move my tongue, and then he asks me, “You want Novocain?” Of course, I can’t do anything but make an inaudible noise. Fortunately, he realized that I meant “yes” and shot me up. But he made me hold a mirror so I could watch him dig in my mouth. No fun.