Whoever keeps switching my lock to a different one during school should stop. I keep coming to my locker between classes, and a different lock is on my locker. It does not open to my combination and severely confuses me, forcing me to go to class without essential pens, binders, and nutrients. When I return later, my lock has mysteriously returned. This has happened three seperate times since last Wednesday, and if whoever's responsible don't show themselves soon I might actually lose my mind, because I can't stand not knowing who's messing with me.
Arrrgggh.
P.S. I might have just been at the wrong locker.
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greg, i apologize. it was me- i needed those nutrients more than you did. last night i had a dream that i was missing some vertebrae... the vitamin D enriched protein bars you keep around really helped set my mind at ease. you're a star.
i suspected something, but didn't know how deep the whole conspiracy ran-until I got the call from Washington, that is. Please, I had no idea who I was dealing with. I know about what you did to Dave Chapelle...I want to live, even if that means living in hiding in the heart of the African jungle from now on.
at least you know what's coming to you.
hey! did you say you made up "panoply"? cause I was reading today and came across this: "And so came the Abbot, in his sacerdotal panoply..."
sheesh. try and be a little more creative next time.
First of all, that's not how to spell "panoply"- it's spelt "panapale". And second, that's not how to use it at all. I think if I make up a word I should get to at least decide what it means. Although it's nice to know there are imitators out there, using my example to create new words like "panoply", I think it'd be best if they didn't rip off my own personal word. So it's not my fault people are using my trailblazing spirit as an example.
In conclusion, sheesh yourself.
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