"Katie Your A F#@*%(^ Bloodhound"

That’s what troll called me last night *Please not that this man has become my hero over the past few days, due to that fact that he and I watched Willow together and that he let me borrow the dark crystal ( and he saved my ass... you know)* . I am the queen of sniffing out pot. It sucks... I hate the smell and it’s not cool. If these kids had waited like 15 more minutes to do it I never would have known. It was my last round of the night too...... (BLARG!!!!!!!!) I was so excited about getting to go to sleep right after that last round.....but no. So because its the room next to Troll I knock on his door.

Small digression:
He and I did a bust on Friday...because I smelt something and while I he was looking for our duty binder one of the guys in the room rushed at me.... and if I hadn't seen him out of the corner of my eye and moved I would have been toast...it was not good. So after having to deal with running kid and one kid before this incident that was violent, (not to me but the building...which still scared me) I like having a partner.

Back on track:
to make a long story short, there was a cop, and he made troll and I come down and fill out a statement in our public safety office. so we did that... and then we were just about ready to leave when the cop goes "come back here, I need to talk to you," in the gruff scary officer voice.
So we head down to the back room of PS where I'm sure they beat students.

Anyway we go there both a little sketched out, because the phrase “under penalty of perjury” was thrown about 10 times that night. So we were standing there and suddenly he goes "raise your right hand" *slowly raise our right hands becoming highly skeptical* "do you swear to bla bla bla...." I swallowed my urge to laugh and said yes....we signed that piece of paper like 6 times and its part of our job... why would we lie about it...

so we get outside and I'm like "did he want us to sign it in blood too?" and we laughed about it all the way up the hill to Ellis. when we got there troll said to me "stay the hell away from me, because every time you come to see me I have to go bust someone, you cant come over to my side of the floor you have to stay on yours." please note that it is just about 2 am, I would be saying the same thing to him..... and FYI he doesn't actually mean it, but the next time I knock on his door he may close it in my face.

*To address the earlier comment that this is all i do with my job... this is not true, because I have helped with 3 birthday party surprises, laughed at the many people that have gotten locked out in a towel, and have made bulletin boards, and talked to lots of people all the time. You guys just hear about all the bad stuff because I find it the most interesting.

This job has mad me realize that I really am drug retarded. I know what the smell is of pot but the devices to smoke them with, I was totally clueless about. There was some stuff one time just in plain sight and I was thinking to myself "what a pretty red Vase." ...no.... That is a bong. And that is another reason why I bring troll, because he knows what he’s looking for, and he has a much more chill personality than I do, so people are less likely to be all snippy and asshole like when he.... or anyone other than me... is around.

On a lighter note to end this long thing:

The funniest part of the evening though was us trying to spell the word paraphernalia.... if it hadn't been an official statement... I would have written thing-a-ma-gig.