Coloring with Nelson

At my school, there are many seagulls. When lunch starts, you can see them swooping out of nowhere onto the buildings. This is probably a good time to explain the layout of my school.

I eat lunch in a huge grassy quad. It sort of looks like a golf course. There are many trees, and buildings and classroom surround the quad. The seagulls perch themselves onto the buildings, waiting for their recon commanded to give the word to go.

When I eat my lunch, I can look all around me, and I can see seagulls, looking our way. They completely surround us, and they look quite regal in their stance and pose. At the nod of their commander (about half way through lunch), they swoop down. About 70 seagulls fly above in some strange formation. Then they turn around and split up, diving and then pulling up again. It is quite a fantastic sight.

Seagulls are fine and all, but when they shit, it isn't pleasant. When there are 70 seagulls in the air-GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE. My friend got hit yesturday, along with a couple other comrades. For about 10 minutes seagulls swoop down, and then fly up, letting loose their anal muscles and dropping loads of pure into our open eyes.

I usually run and take cover when they strike. I wouldn't want to get hit. When I bring my video camera to school, I'll post a clip of the war.

The scary thing is that the seagulls seem like an actual army. When the seagulls are dive bombing us, I can always see 5-6 seagulls perched on the highest location, and watching. These are the generals, and like all generals, they seem to be fat and well-fed. The seagulls' tactics are very well coordinated. If the US Army took a leaf out of the seagull's book, and used these tactics, I'm sure we would have been out of Iraq months ago.



Song of the Day (STD)- "Love is the Movement," Switchfoot