*2001-03-04 - 10:16:31*

Hi all you wonderful readers. Today's entry is gonna be a bit weird and somewhat disgusting, but this has been on my mind since Friday and I need to let it off.

You know how, after a fight, people say "There was blood on the floor and everywhere!" or something to that effect? Well, I think most people (me included) expect puddles of blood. Well, that's a misconception. I know better now. It's just spatters and smears here and there. That's all. How do I know this? Well, here's the story, short and sweet.

On Friday, I was walking down The Hallway* from drama. As I reached the door, I saw red smears on the door. I thought it was ketchup, it certainly looked like it, and it was a sensible thought. A lot of people with lunches come through that door. So, I think nothing of it I pass through. I'm 1/2 way out the door, when these two girls behind me say, "They still haven't cleaned up the blood yet." I look behind me, then to the floor. I see lots of little dropplets of blood all over the floor. I had never noticed them. I look and the door handle and I realize that it's blood smears, not ketchup. Well, most people would be grossed out at this point. Not I. I just thought "Well, now I know." and kept walking.

So, I don't know why it's been on my mind. Maybe it's because I thought the blood was ketchup. Was I really that naive? Or is it a common mistake? I don't know. I do realize that now I know better. I probably won't make the same mistake again. Is that good or not so good? I wish I knew. It's just been on my mind since Friday. That must mean that it means something to me...

This has been another Tale from A.C.H.S.

*I call it The Hallway because of another little incident there. My friends and I were walking to choir, and as we walked through the doors into the hallway, we see, lying on the floor, a used, red condom. It was in the middle of the hallway, tied off at the top. Two thought processes came to mind when I saw it. The first went like this: "Red...must be strawberry flavored, probably for a blow job." Then..."Or, this could be some sick bastard's idea of a joke." Having thought these, I went and found a custodian. I told her "There is something in the J-Wing Hallway that *needs* to be cleaned up." So, she went to check it out. I saw her later that day and she just nodded to me. A lot of sick crap goes on in The Hallway.