Story of My (Freaking) Life: Rules

So this time, it wasn't even my fault. Well, mostly not. I didn't even say it. T said it for me. But does it count? That is the question.

I figured I would write about it anyway, simply so that you will all not die from lack of postage.

Or whatever.

Anyway, the thing with rules. I figure that rules are made for a reason. Every rule has a reason behind it; some have better reasons than others. Like, for safety. I would never break a rule pertaining to safety. I'm not an idiot, contrary to popular belief.

But other rules? Yeah. Those were made to be broken. Or rules that aren't clearly defined. Like, why the heck shouldn't I climb the school? I mean, there is no clearly posted rule; you shouldn't assume that people know these things.

So I did it. And it was stellar.

And, needless to say, they now have a clearly posted rule about climbing school property.

Or the time that I got in one of those huge dumpsters. Again, at school, and again, they just assumed that people would know not to get in them. I chose to (it was empty, Nancy. Don't barf on me now.), simply because I wanted to see if I could do it. It was fun. I had a large audience.

There is now a rule about climbing into dumpsters.

Come to think of it, there were a lot of rules created at my middle school, simply due to something I've done. Huh. Never really realized before...

Anyway, the point is, I love breaking rules (or implied rules). Even popularity doesn't really touch me, because it's another unspoken rule. Like not sitting at the 'popular' table. Suck it up you popular pansies. It's a frigging table.

Uh oh. J has a potty mouth today. :P

Anyway, good night, and honorable mention to Nancy who has a really sweet nickname.

Love,

J