I have a sadness shield, and it blocks out all the sadness.

This is the number of people in my homeroom this morning.

Today was the holiest of all holy days, known as the Senior Skip Day.

And I was stuck in school because of my silly parents.

This is my art room. There are two seniors in art, and both were there. A majority of the freshmen, however, were not.

In fact, 39% of the students just didn't show up. More people than are in the class of 2010.

Since nothing was happening in any classes, this is a series of things I did instead of going to class. Here's the acting studio (sort of my summer home, if we're following the auditorium metaphor.), where I spent most of the art class with a sophomore I don't know and I don't wish to know.

The drink machine gave me the wrong drink; one which is more expensive than the one I was purchasing, and bigger too. Too bad it was disgusting.

I am proud to say that I wore awesome tights today.

Somewhere during art Paige showed up (she had Spanish)

I then went to English, where instead of writing essays (since it is a senior class and there were not many of us there) we listened to Karen O and the Kids, and Kian and I figured out who we are inviting to be in our awesome new band, Wild Rumpus.

And Kian took a bunch of pictures with my camera. These are such pictures.

He's not bad.

Kian drew me a Wild Thing.

A sketch of a woman turned into the Angel of Pancakes.

You may be wondering, "Why art again, Kara? I thought you skipped art!" Well my friends, I went to Paige's art class today instead of Visual Communications, because I don't have any shirts to print yet.

I colored a bit of my comic!

That's a weird finger, actually.

Quality reading material.

I had to put this animal cracker out of its misery. It just looked too painful.

It was at lunch that I learned I'm not going to Disney. I am crushed.

I'm not sure why I took this picture. I probably didn't. I don't creep on the table in the corner.

Paige's English class (for which I skipped dance...) was much less lively than mine. People did work. No rumpus. All work and no rumpus makes Max a dull boy.

Paige's pants, which literally gave me a headache.

Why do they make the tagless shirts see-through?

And with that, I went away to see Where the Wild Things Are. It was an incredible movie. I laughed, I cried, I cringed, and I felt angry all at once, which is seldom accomplished in children's movies. Although I would not in the slightest classify this as a kid's movie. It is certainly disturbing to some degree; most of the Wild Things were clearly mentally unstable, depressed, etc. One (the only one without a name - even the raccoon had a name.) spent a majority of the movie in a catatonic state, not speaking a word or even looking at anyone until the very end.

But I loved every second of it. Depressing as this movie was, it warmed my heart.

LET THE WILD RUMPUS START!