Atlantic Baby

~Deb~

Ooo god...these most likely look weird...but its prom! ~Deb~

OH and i went to my very fist rave! I had an amazing time! Although I enjoyed the experience, I dont know if I want to fully associate with the candy-raver-crowd. Ill probably only go once more before i leave for CA. Im not about to become an E-tard-- much to my friends dismay. If you want to see what one is like go to raversonly.com and check out the pictures

MLEE-im a fan- i spent a damn long time wandering around your site and all of the links (instead of writing my essay.) Careful hn, its easy to get sucked in with all of they eye candy photos. love your work.

~Deb~

Mystery Mush= Prom

Industrial Mayonnaise= Graduation

Yogurt=I’ll BE in Greece

Milk= I’ll be on a plain to Italy

Half and Half=I’ll BE in Italy

OJ= THE DAY I LEAVE MY HOME

Coffee= first day of freshman orientation

Cranberry sauce =Sophomore/Junior summer of college

Box o Sugar= Long gone


Its been really tough to digest all the changes that have happened in the last few weeks. In an effort to gain perspective I’ve decided to go through my fridge and figure out where I’ll be when the food expires. This helped a little. I was especially happy that my graduation and Greece/Italy trip are of dairy product status.





~Deb~

~Deb~

(This was the aftermath...things are still a little...damp...the pictures don't really do it justice and this is after most of it had been cleaned up. I would have gotten some live shots but i needed to do my part to "keep the round log rolling down hill" Plus i wanted my sk to see tomorrow. Thanx for the support! I'll see what i can do about the video)


The day got off to a crazed start when a hazmat team had to advise our local fire department on how to deal with a stink bomb so bad that it shut down the whole main building.

A large ’03 banner was unfurled from a 3 story building

Administrators and police cruzers were everywhere because…well its Lexington and they have nothing better to do

Cars were searched throughout the day

The stink bomb was not the only thing that could be tasted in the air - You could taste the tension - You could taste the fear


Game time

Last bell of our “high school career”

People took their positions

Walk-ie Talkies were flipped on

Cruzers reved up

Body paint applied

Runners stretched

Cell phones blinked messages of anticipation

And Cameras rolled


With the sounding of a trumpet

The game was on


A wave of people rushed the parking lot

Trunks were popped

Tarps were dragged

Dumpsters opened

Bags ripped

Tubs and buckets and backpacks (oh my) All vomited the precious vessels by the thousands


We had track runners that kept the waves of ammo coming for 20min straight - The jocks found common ground with the slackers as they rolled and darted around authority figures with extreme precisions

There was even some neon green smoke that was released at one point which really made everything look like a bad war movie

oh, oh the mayhem at one point i just stopped and marveled at what we all had accomplished Band kids helped with the battle signals and storage (did you know that the volume of one cello case is approximately 60 balloons?) - Car people constantly relocated supplies to strategic positions - Jocks were conditioned to keep the ammo flowing from remote storages as well as hitting distant targets - Drama/Art kids documented it all on film- And the mere sight of Druggies joining ranks with Ivies boosted moral beyond words

Most of all, everyone threw. The sky was dotted with balloons for 20 min straight. When it was all over there was literarily not a dry piece of pavement and your feet squeaked on balloon shrapnel with every step.

For the very first and very last time we united as a class To produce soggy underwear for all underclassmen with a rain of delicate rubber spheres

We exited the quad chanting ’03 ’03 ’03


It was a good last day



~Deb~

hiptop nation would you believe me if i told you that there are 4000 more of these? would you believe me if i told you that they will all be launched at an exact time with a trumpeted revelry call? would you believe me if i told that i just spent the whole night helping to mobilize the entire sr. class by calling the leaders of about 40 diff. cliques uniting all for this one cause? would you be able to envision walls of water balloons coming in at 400+ at a time? would you think that i'm exaggerating?

with recent sr. prank crackdowns, very little is open to us. This year is different. Instead of one small group that will inevitably be suspended for any prank we're trying to employ the tactic of "overwhelming force"

It's like file sharing over the Internet, if everyone has a little stake in the crime, impossible to stop. For example its better to have 10 ppl walking around with 10 water balloons each, than one person walking around with 100 (who will get stopped right away.) Therefore there will be water balloons distributed to all in no less than packages of 10. Its very Tomas Crown Affair.

Naturally there are specialized units who will be executing more complex missions in addition to the general class of 03 assault. They are analogous to the green berets of this operation .


although water balloons sound lame, the event is quite unique. It wi ll be the first time that such a large number of students will be involv ed in one common prank. Getting 500 clique people focused on one task w ithin a few late night hours is even harder than it sounds. The shear v olumes of balloons and people involved in such a short amount of time i s enough to make even the most socially apt student's head spin. But i must say that the task was made easier by chat, e-mail and cell ph ones (we really have to be one of the most wired public school st udent bodies in the area.)

I ' ll see what i can do to put some footage up online Th ere are 3+ digital video cameras (in plastic baggies) prepared to do cument the mayhem from multiple angles.


--------- Sun Tzu said: The control of a large force is the same principle as the control of a few men: it is merely a question of dividing up their numbers.

Fighting with a large army under your command is nowise different from fighting with a small one: it is merely a question of instituting signs and signals.

There are not more than five musical notes, yet the combinations of these five give rise to more melodies than can ever be heard.

When he utilizes combined energy, his fighting men become as it were like unto rolling logs or stones. For it is the nature of a log or stone to remain motionless on level ground, and to move when on a slope; if four-cornered, to come to a standstill, but if round-shaped, to go rolling down.

Thus the energy developed by good fighting men is as the momentum of a round stone rolled down a mountain thousands of feet in height.

~Deb~

~Deb~

No words describe how I feel. How long have I waited for this GOD DAMN MOVIE!!! I'm now sitting in a theater

A theater that should continue the sickest fight scean of all time

But no

Only intermitant 15 seconds of sound-- of said sickest fight scean

No film

Only slides

Only sound that acuratly convays exacly how cool the sickest fight scean of all time is

The sickest fight scean of all time that IM MISSING ~Deb~

~Deb~