Oh my goodness, if I here boom boom boom one more time, I'm going to flip. I hate hunting, and I especially hate living in this stupid town where everyone thinks hunting rules the world (second to football of course). I can't wait to move to a city where people don't hunt. I don't appreciate coming home, and finding a deer heart on my counter, and then having my family cook it for supper. EEEEW! I also don't appreciate gory stories about gutting deer and all the details while I'm eating lunch.
During english today, it was so sad. Mr. D was going to discuss the independent novel stuff with people, and have them done for tomorrow, but he spent the whole period discussing hunting. I was looking at one of the text books in his classroom, and I really wish we could study out of that, I saw an exerpt from the Illiad, and Macbeth is in it, and a story about Sir Gawaine. *jealous*
To dreamweaver and beyond!