Of searching and headbanging

I'm back... Hopefully I cured myself from being boring. I went on a search with some others. We searched a whole bunch of rooms (classrooms, rooms of kids that poofed) and we took everything that was interesting back into the dining hall to be looked at.
There was a LOT of stuff. We used five trash bags to bring our haul back.
My group (me, Drake, Barrino and Mas) searched the entire third floor. It took like all of three hours to do the whole thing. We happened to find a bunch of food (even some candy bars, which was exciting, I had a Snickers bar, which I haven't had in AGES. I wanted the Three Musketeers, but Drake stole it from me. That boy hasn't ever heard of chivalry. ...I really hope he can't read this.), and some kid even had a whole stash of chips and other junk food under his bed. Some of the opened stuff had went bad, but most of it was okay.
When we had piled all of that stuff into the garbage bags, we went on to the other rooms. We found a pile of unopened cigarette cases in one of the teachers lounges, and even a whole bunch of pot in this one kid's room. THOSE went in the "throw away" bag. We don't want kids getting addicted at age nine.
This whole time I was listening to my iPod, jamming out to Skillet's new CD. Mas had the audacity to critique my headbanging, saying that "only dudes can headbang, Alex". Drake laughed. Barrino said that, "because she shares my name, she's allowed to headbang". I guess there's some perks to having a guy's name, headbanging privileges being one of them.
Most of the rooms on that floor were really boring; one girl was addicted to fashion magazines, and had about forty in her drawers. It was kind of interesting when Mas picked one up, started to read it, and I grabbed it out of his hands, saying "only chicks can read fashion magazines". He scowled at me, and the three of us laughed at him.
I found some things to keep, a LOT of hair ties, I need them. Some spare earbuds, the good iPod brand, not the crappy dollar store kind, some new shoes (size eight Etnies, size six Converse) and even a couple of pairs of jeans, and a sweatshirt.
Okay, it's veering off to boring-dom again. Maybe it's time to post this and call it a day with blogging. It's time for lunch, anyway, and I already called dibs on the box of mac'n'cheese I found. Maybe I'll even share it with Drake, if I'm feeling generous.
...Maybe not. He did take my Three Musketeers.
Ahh, sweet revenge.
-Alex