I hate Dagordrama.

I hate the fact that I can't talk to half of the people in NOD without them accusing me of something or other.

I hate the fact that whatever I apparently did was usually done carelessly, but yet it's seen as malicious.

I hate the fact that it only hit in full force at the start of my Senior year, and that it couldn't have waited or come earlier.

I hate overreacting to everything because of stress.

I hate fluctuating between sensitive and impervious to insult.

I hate confusion, anger, and sudden emotional explosions that do nothing but make me bitter.

I hate Dagordrama.

A record of misunderstandings. Set on the rides to Nova's house and home, and written in D&D format.

10:30 pm: We leave for the afterparty in the box. Morgrim and Surg are in the front; Gix, Nim and I are in the back.
10:32: We attempt to leave, anyway. Danni, Kaocyde and Gretchen are not yet in their truck.
10:35: They are now in the truck. We can leave.
10:36: Surg says it might be a good idea to turn the engine on if we want to go anywhere.
10:37: We're actually out of the parking lot and following Kaocyde's truck.
10:43: It's ridiculously difficult to follow the truck. They keep getting through yellow lights faster than we do.
10:47: This would not be a problem if we hadn't just run a red light in front of a cop.
10:48: No lights, though. I think we're good. We turn a couple of corners and get caught at a red light in front of a Sunoco.
10:49: ...fuck. Red and blue lights.
10:50: Not just red and blue lights, though. Five sets of red and blue lights.
10:51: We're fucked.
10:52: A cop approaches Morgrim's window and tells him to roll it down. There is something that bears an uncomfortable resemblance to a gun in his hand (the cop's, not Morgrim's).
10:53: "Put your hands on the wheel, sir." Fuck.
10:54: "Why're you dressed like that? Is this your car? Are you going to a party? Is that a mask?"
10:55: Morgrim fields all the questions admirably. Meanwhile, a female cop comes over to question Nim and I.
10:56: Nim hands over her permit so the cop can examine it. Two cops take down the license and registration numbers of the box.
10:57: The cops go back to their car to compare something. Gix cannot resist making a joke about crack. We hurriedly shut him up, lest he get us in more trouble than we already are.
10:59: The cop who had the gun returns, and apologizes for the inconvenience.
11:00 pm: Uh, what?
11:01: The cop, sans gun, explains that the box has the same license plate number as a car that had been stolen in Minnesota a couple of weeks earlier.  We're off the hook, says he, because our car has Delaware tags and a different registration number. He fails to mention that he was suspicious because of our paint. We get ready to leave.
11:03: Nim and I frantically signal the cop back, as he had forgotten to give her back her permit.
11:15: We arrive at Nova's party and share our tale.
12:33 am: On the way home after Nova's party, Morgrim suddenly asks, "Who the fuck would want to steal a box?"

Disclaimer: This list was cowritten with Nimtheriel Renor'ath during two hours of boredom.  Any inaccuracies are unintentional.

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Perhaps it's just the smell of rain in the air, or the fact that the April battle is tomorrow, but I'm antsy. Incredibly antsy.

I feel like I should be doing something right now. Dancing in the storm, perhaps, or archery practice. But I'm hoping to stave off the storm for as long as possible,  and Morgrim and Renegade made off with my bow and arrows this morning.

And strangely, that incident has put me in a really good mood. Perhaps it's something to do with the want of dancing.

Never has a Saturday felt like such a pointless stumbling-block.

You misconstrue any of that, I'll freakin' kill you. 

"I'm a bear, etcetera."
-Mike Birbiglia