Whoops! I nearly forgot to blog today. It's nearly 9:30 pm and I'm in my pajamas I have just let time slip by. I got home from Grease rehearsal nearly an hour ago (wouldn't you know it a hand-jive was playing on the radio on my way back home) and I've just been sitting on tumblr. I have to read two more chapters of The Scarlet Letter and study for a gov test I have tomorrow and possibly look over some biology answers. Like all three of those are actually going to happen.
Uh, let's pretend I'm interviewing myself.
So Heather, what has happened today?
Uh, we square danced in gym (YESSSSSAJkg;hda/klfhadjlh!!!!!!!!!) and I ran into a stray cat on my walk home?
How wonderful! Would you say this happens often?
Um, no. We don't spend nearly enough time square dancing. We should take the emphasis off of swimming and put it on square dancing. (In this town, square dancing may save your life just as much as swimming. Thankfully I'm good at both.) And the cat was really unexpected.
And is that all that has happened? Nothing else? Just square dancing, finding a cat, and rehearsal?
Well yeah pretty much. I watched some of the Office and Arrested Development, too. I was going to make custard because two years ago today The Eleventh Hour came out. I planned on celebrating Custard Day and was all ready when I got home but then I remembered that it is Easter/Passover season and my family goes through A LOT of eggs. I mean a lot. We're talking dozens. I think the all time record was 60 eggs a few years ago or something like that. And custard needs a lot of eggs, too and I just didn't think we had enough to spare. I wound up being right because we had eggs for dinner. I hadn't had an egg in a while because I just got really sick of them but they're pretty good.
So, moral of the blog: Eggs and stray cats. Now it's off to the English reading for me. I'll see you tomorrow, bloggies! (I probably shouldn't say that again.)
P.s. Oh and also I wound up with a prom date so that's pretty great. Okay bye.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Day 2: Candid
I'm going to be candid with you all. I kind of slept through school today. I was just exhausted and hadn't done a biology lab and my room was still a mess from packing and returning this weekend and I was just feeling tired and bleh. So I didn't go. It's kind of a bad habit of me, having these days where I just need to catch up on things like homework and chores and so I stay home to do it. I've been a lot better about not doing that this year, though. Last year I probably did it way too much but I'm getting better.
Now I've finished the bio and have cleaned up my room a bit and all I really want to do is eat French fries. I love French fries. They're probably my favorite food. On Friday night my SciOly team had "dissatisfying" French fries because they were cold and a little soggy but they tasted really good dipped in my friend Trent's tomato sauce from his pasta haha. I think I'll go eat a bit before going to play rehearsal tonight. Since I didn't go to school today I'm technically not allowed to go to rehearsal but we're doing a mini-show in school on Thursday and since I missed practices for the last week due to SciOly I really should go. I also need to memorize my lines. We're doing Grease and I'm Miss Lynch and still relying on my script for my longer speeches.
And that's a bout it for today. I've slept and watched a lot of Arrested Development today and now I'm going to go eat. That's basically all you need to know about my life. Bye!
Now I've finished the bio and have cleaned up my room a bit and all I really want to do is eat French fries. I love French fries. They're probably my favorite food. On Friday night my SciOly team had "dissatisfying" French fries because they were cold and a little soggy but they tasted really good dipped in my friend Trent's tomato sauce from his pasta haha. I think I'll go eat a bit before going to play rehearsal tonight. Since I didn't go to school today I'm technically not allowed to go to rehearsal but we're doing a mini-show in school on Thursday and since I missed practices for the last week due to SciOly I really should go. I also need to memorize my lines. We're doing Grease and I'm Miss Lynch and still relying on my script for my longer speeches.
And that's a bout it for today. I've slept and watched a lot of Arrested Development today and now I'm going to go eat. That's basically all you need to know about my life. Bye!
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Day 1: 7 Years
Remember when I said I was going to write more? Well I guess I lied. But I didn't do it intentionally. I just didn't want to/was far too lazy. But I think I am going to do BEDA just because. So let's begin.
I woke up nearly 12 hours into April.
Late last night I returned home from my 16th, and last, Science Olympiad competition. I have been doing this for 7 years and I can't really convey the array of complex emotions I felt. If you've been through this then I won't need to explain. But it's relief and remorse and sadness and emptiness and freedom and something inside you saying "thank god that's over" and something else saying "I wish we could go back" and all and all exhausting. I feel like I've slept for the first time in 7 years. But I came in 4th place in Geological Mapping somehow.
On Friday we went to Niagra Falls and made friends with a black squirrel named Willis. We stayed at a fancy hotel along with the Fayetteville-Manlius team. (I will be honorable and not say anymore about them.) At the hotel there was also a beauty pageant and a dance competition. Some of my team members crashed the beauty pageant and I went with some friends to crash the recital. I saw a doppelganger of my little sister when she was 10 years old dancing to the Across the Universe version of "I Wanna Hold Your Hand." She was wonderful.
After the events were over my teammates and the coaches and parents killed time for two hours playing games. My friend Casey hid in a cupboard with some guy from another team for 20 minutes because we forgot to tell her we had stopped playing hide-and-seek. We nearly missed the awards ceremony because we were so into our game of Pictionary.
This year the competition was at Canisius College and the campus just smelled funny and bad. The whole trip kind of did. I didn't like the school and everything was spread out and confusing. I spent a speed walk with a girl from Stuyvesant High School across the campus complaining about how we weren't at West Point.
Oh West Point. West Point is the most beautiful place in the world and holds this insane magic over all who enter. You come out changed no matter how short your time there was. And once you go you just want to go back.
At Canisius there were no stone monuments and panoramic views or historic chains. There were no astronauts buried on the grounds. There was no threat of getting shot if you got lost and no threatening signs telling you not to step on the grass. There was no charismatic Major Bird keeping us entertained while waiting for the awards ceremony to start and no recruitment video from 2006 with an old friend of mine it somewhere. And there was not the longest and loudest standing ovation I have ever heard when they introduced an officer recently returned from deployment in the Middle East. Not at Cansius. Instead there were instead Christian symbols everywhere and lectures from professors who said "this is killing me" in front of inattentive teams and doors in places they shouldn't have been on buildings and bad feng shui of the tables holding the awards.
God I miss West Point.
Eliot said that April is the cruelest month. The school librarian tells me that if you can get through March then you can get through to Summer. We'll see who's right.
I woke up nearly 12 hours into April.
Late last night I returned home from my 16th, and last, Science Olympiad competition. I have been doing this for 7 years and I can't really convey the array of complex emotions I felt. If you've been through this then I won't need to explain. But it's relief and remorse and sadness and emptiness and freedom and something inside you saying "thank god that's over" and something else saying "I wish we could go back" and all and all exhausting. I feel like I've slept for the first time in 7 years. But I came in 4th place in Geological Mapping somehow.
On Friday we went to Niagra Falls and made friends with a black squirrel named Willis. We stayed at a fancy hotel along with the Fayetteville-Manlius team. (I will be honorable and not say anymore about them.) At the hotel there was also a beauty pageant and a dance competition. Some of my team members crashed the beauty pageant and I went with some friends to crash the recital. I saw a doppelganger of my little sister when she was 10 years old dancing to the Across the Universe version of "I Wanna Hold Your Hand." She was wonderful.
After the events were over my teammates and the coaches and parents killed time for two hours playing games. My friend Casey hid in a cupboard with some guy from another team for 20 minutes because we forgot to tell her we had stopped playing hide-and-seek. We nearly missed the awards ceremony because we were so into our game of Pictionary.
This year the competition was at Canisius College and the campus just smelled funny and bad. The whole trip kind of did. I didn't like the school and everything was spread out and confusing. I spent a speed walk with a girl from Stuyvesant High School across the campus complaining about how we weren't at West Point.
Oh West Point. West Point is the most beautiful place in the world and holds this insane magic over all who enter. You come out changed no matter how short your time there was. And once you go you just want to go back.
At Canisius there were no stone monuments and panoramic views or historic chains. There were no astronauts buried on the grounds. There was no threat of getting shot if you got lost and no threatening signs telling you not to step on the grass. There was no charismatic Major Bird keeping us entertained while waiting for the awards ceremony to start and no recruitment video from 2006 with an old friend of mine it somewhere. And there was not the longest and loudest standing ovation I have ever heard when they introduced an officer recently returned from deployment in the Middle East. Not at Cansius. Instead there were instead Christian symbols everywhere and lectures from professors who said "this is killing me" in front of inattentive teams and doors in places they shouldn't have been on buildings and bad feng shui of the tables holding the awards.
God I miss West Point.
Eliot said that April is the cruelest month. The school librarian tells me that if you can get through March then you can get through to Summer. We'll see who's right.
Friday, March 9, 2012
How to be fancy in flannel
This evening there was a trivia contest at our school to raise money for scholarships. I wasn't going to go even though I love trivia as I went last year and got in a fight with one of my team members. But at the end of the day I was asked to join a team of mostly teachers and I decided to do it. What the hell, right?
We came in second even though I danced/strutted my way to turn in the answer "Jim Lovell" but that's not the important part. The important part is that our team of 5 adults and 3 students won a $25 gift card that we could use, we were told, two restaurants. The adults left Molly, Brooke, and I with the gift card. We knew that one of the restaurants was really fancy and expensive and across the river so we decided to go to the other one then.
This is when the adventure really starts. We weren't sure exactly where the restaurant was. We discovered that we had driven past it so Molly pulled over to the side of the road to look it up on her GPS. While Molly was doing that, I noticed that a man in the house we were outside of was brushing his hands over the blinds so we couldn't see through the window, peeking out at us, and dragging his friend over to watch. I pointed this out and we drove around the block to a safer location.
So we now knew where we were going but still missed the restaurant a bit because we were distracted by "Badger Street". We parked in a convenience store parking lot which may have been considered loitering. The people in the car next to us seemed to be having a really good time (nudge nudge, wink wink.) The streets weren't that busy so Molly decided to run across the crosswalk when the glowing red hand was telling us to stop. I ran after her. Brooke got stuck on the other side. Panting and laughing and out of breath we entered. . . an extremely fancy Mediterranean restaurant. Molly and I were in flannel and Brooke was in a loose t-shirt. I also happened to be wearing an 8 year-old hunting jacket. The hostess was a little flustered but with excellent grace she led 3 laughing and under-dressed teenagers into a room filled with couples and fancy people.
We were a little awkward in our disarray and everything at first but we had a lovely time. Brooke got kind of stuck in the bathroom but got out quickly. We had dessert and it was delicious. Brooke's rich aunt had taught her proper etiquette so she bestowed her wisdom upon Molly and I. We had lovely conversation which included me asking "Wait, can I say 'bitch' in a fancy restaurant?" and "Can I say 'litter box' here?" We had plenty of water as a very cute boy kept filling our glasses. When Brooke told us to put our napkins on the table to show we were done, our waitress came over and took our check. She noticed that the name of the other restaurant (which was owned by the same people who owned the one we were in) was on the gift card. And as it turned out they wouldn't accept the gift card.
At this point the waitress' maternal instincts took over and she asked us if we had money and was very apologetic and understanding. We had enough to pay for the 3 desserts we had ($22.68!!!!!!!!!!) and didn't have to pay off our debt in the kitchen but it was close. While we were sorting out the money I filled out the "tell us about your experience" card. I said that the food was great and it was very nice of them to not turn us away because of our flannel. I suggested that they make the gift cards usable at either restaurant or get envelopes that don't have both the names on them. I said that the staff was very kind and the water-boy extremely attractive. Then I wrote my name and phone number on the card with a smiley face and casually dropped it on the floor as we walked out the door. I'll tell you if anything comes of it.
And that, my friends, is how I wound up in flannel and a hunting jacket eating crème brûlée that I thought was paid for with two very good friends while rich people were romantic all around us in a room full of wine and dim candlelight and my name and number on a scrap of paper under a table in a Mediterranean restaurant.
We came in second even though I danced/strutted my way to turn in the answer "Jim Lovell" but that's not the important part. The important part is that our team of 5 adults and 3 students won a $25 gift card that we could use, we were told, two restaurants. The adults left Molly, Brooke, and I with the gift card. We knew that one of the restaurants was really fancy and expensive and across the river so we decided to go to the other one then.
This is when the adventure really starts. We weren't sure exactly where the restaurant was. We discovered that we had driven past it so Molly pulled over to the side of the road to look it up on her GPS. While Molly was doing that, I noticed that a man in the house we were outside of was brushing his hands over the blinds so we couldn't see through the window, peeking out at us, and dragging his friend over to watch. I pointed this out and we drove around the block to a safer location.
So we now knew where we were going but still missed the restaurant a bit because we were distracted by "Badger Street". We parked in a convenience store parking lot which may have been considered loitering. The people in the car next to us seemed to be having a really good time (nudge nudge, wink wink.) The streets weren't that busy so Molly decided to run across the crosswalk when the glowing red hand was telling us to stop. I ran after her. Brooke got stuck on the other side. Panting and laughing and out of breath we entered. . . an extremely fancy Mediterranean restaurant. Molly and I were in flannel and Brooke was in a loose t-shirt. I also happened to be wearing an 8 year-old hunting jacket. The hostess was a little flustered but with excellent grace she led 3 laughing and under-dressed teenagers into a room filled with couples and fancy people.
We were a little awkward in our disarray and everything at first but we had a lovely time. Brooke got kind of stuck in the bathroom but got out quickly. We had dessert and it was delicious. Brooke's rich aunt had taught her proper etiquette so she bestowed her wisdom upon Molly and I. We had lovely conversation which included me asking "Wait, can I say 'bitch' in a fancy restaurant?" and "Can I say 'litter box' here?" We had plenty of water as a very cute boy kept filling our glasses. When Brooke told us to put our napkins on the table to show we were done, our waitress came over and took our check. She noticed that the name of the other restaurant (which was owned by the same people who owned the one we were in) was on the gift card. And as it turned out they wouldn't accept the gift card.
At this point the waitress' maternal instincts took over and she asked us if we had money and was very apologetic and understanding. We had enough to pay for the 3 desserts we had ($22.68!!!!!!!!!!) and didn't have to pay off our debt in the kitchen but it was close. While we were sorting out the money I filled out the "tell us about your experience" card. I said that the food was great and it was very nice of them to not turn us away because of our flannel. I suggested that they make the gift cards usable at either restaurant or get envelopes that don't have both the names on them. I said that the staff was very kind and the water-boy extremely attractive. Then I wrote my name and phone number on the card with a smiley face and casually dropped it on the floor as we walked out the door. I'll tell you if anything comes of it.
And that, my friends, is how I wound up in flannel and a hunting jacket eating crème brûlée that I thought was paid for with two very good friends while rich people were romantic all around us in a room full of wine and dim candlelight and my name and number on a scrap of paper under a table in a Mediterranean restaurant.
Monday, February 20, 2012
How have you been?
I have decided that I am going to blog at least once a week for the next month or so. This is a thing I have just decided. And I hope I don't regret it. I'm just in such a blogging mood tonight! Tonight being the 15th. I won't post this tonight as I just posted something I wrote in biology earlier today. And I learned from doing VEDA last year the woes of over-saturating the market. (Because there is such a high demand for me. That makes me an inelastic good. I also just finished an economics class last month.)
Here's a brief list of what has happened since I've last blogged:
So yeah that's pretty much it. Oh and I finished Buffy the Vampire Slayer last night. Holy cow. I'm still processing it. But my god that was good.
I also remembered an agreement I made with my friend Etco. If he posted slam poetry videos on youtube then I would post some writing on my blog. Etco has done just that so now I have to hold up my end of the bargain so you'll have that to look forward to.
Here's a brief list of what has happened since I've last blogged:
- I made a video of how I spent my New Year's Eve.
- I went to Albany for Governor Cuomo's State of the State Address. I meant to right a blog post about this but I didn't. Then I meant to write another on Jan 20th because that was the 3rd anniversary of one of the most mad-cap days of my life, being in D.C. for Barak Obama's inauguration. But again, I forgot/was too lazy. Now I'm just going to write a book of memoirs called "Capitol Adventures". Much easier, right?
- I made some awesome new friends on tumblr who have rekindled my love of Nic Cage.
- Got accepted to some colleges.
- Science
So yeah that's pretty much it. Oh and I finished Buffy the Vampire Slayer last night. Holy cow. I'm still processing it. But my god that was good.
I also remembered an agreement I made with my friend Etco. If he posted slam poetry videos on youtube then I would post some writing on my blog. Etco has done just that so now I have to hold up my end of the bargain so you'll have that to look forward to.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
I spend my time wisely (I wrote this in AP Bio)
I want to live in a perpetual state of Summer. I want to always have a good book and the sun in which to read it. I want something big to look forward to or something good to remember. I want the lush green and the cool moist earth and the hard, hot pavement and the warm, smooth stones and the dry and brittle grass dying outside of the shade of a tree, parched while waiting patiently for the August rains. And I want you to be only a phone call away.
I want the sun on headstones and fresh wildflowers laid beside them. I want the gravel between my bare toes and scraps of dandelion roots beneath my fingernails from weeding. And I want to see you again.
I want warm berries, pregnant with the juice that dribbles down my chin and stains my fingers and the paving stones below. I want to lay my head down in the dust of the last years leaves and watch the jets trace contrails through the deep blue.
I want chicken wire fences and lazy mornings in bed and bare foot soccer in the rain. I want dripping ice cream cones and still days for rocket launching, alternating with winds to catch in the sail of a Sunfish. I want the water dripping on my legs and lap as I pull an oar out of on Lake Teedyuskung and to stand on the jagged rocks of Canandaigua and watch Squaw Island sink lower and lower into the blue-green glass.
I want to stay up late and only realize the time when I hear the birds begin to sing. I want to walk through the morning fog after a bonfire and feel safe wrapped in a borrowed blanket and my father's old fatigues.
And I want to lie down on a dock at night and stare at the stars and do abso-
lutely
nothing
...
This is basically an amalgamation of various Summers in my life. See if you can spot yourself.
I want the sun on headstones and fresh wildflowers laid beside them. I want the gravel between my bare toes and scraps of dandelion roots beneath my fingernails from weeding. And I want to see you again.
I want warm berries, pregnant with the juice that dribbles down my chin and stains my fingers and the paving stones below. I want to lay my head down in the dust of the last years leaves and watch the jets trace contrails through the deep blue.
I want chicken wire fences and lazy mornings in bed and bare foot soccer in the rain. I want dripping ice cream cones and still days for rocket launching, alternating with winds to catch in the sail of a Sunfish. I want the water dripping on my legs and lap as I pull an oar out of on Lake Teedyuskung and to stand on the jagged rocks of Canandaigua and watch Squaw Island sink lower and lower into the blue-green glass.
I want to stay up late and only realize the time when I hear the birds begin to sing. I want to walk through the morning fog after a bonfire and feel safe wrapped in a borrowed blanket and my father's old fatigues.
And I want to lie down on a dock at night and stare at the stars and do abso-
lutely
nothing
...
This is basically an amalgamation of various Summers in my life. See if you can spot yourself.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Defintely Not: The Tales of My Winter Break
So it's winter break for me hear in my little irl life. So naturally that means a lot of parties and talking to people and things that generally require me to go outside. I mean, the other day I was outside for so long that I saw, like, seven clouds. Woo boy that is a lot of social interaction.
What do you mean that there's evidence on my tumblr and twitter accounts showing that I've spent the majority of the break watching Sherlock, Lost, The Office, and How I Met Your Mother? That's ridiculous. You can't do these things outside. Where I've been. What, do you think I'm so attached to my bed that I feel lonely without it? Me? Noooooo....
Hahaha. I could barely even type those outrageous lies. I mean, come on. Clouds? Doesn't that require me to leave the house, a thing I'm unfamiliar with?
Actually, that's also a lie. I have left the house a few times. I went to see Sherlock Holmes: A Game (Gay) of Shadows with Dan, Kate, Chris, and Elana for Dan's birthday. It was really, really good and got me to watch the BBC's Sherlock series the following day. If you ever talked about Doctor Who with me for an extensive period of time last summer you'll know that that is a miraculous feat for me as I refused to for months and months on the ground that I was angry at Steven Moffat for abandoning the Whovians with half a series to go and cheat on us with Sherlock. But I am so glad I caved. Sherlock is amazing. I think Moff is better suited for this type of writing than Doctor Who anyway, to be honest. I particularly enjoyed the first episode, A Study in Pink. That was excellent. So was the pool scene in the third episode. I'm so excited to find out how that's resolved. I'll find out soon! Also, I've always had a thing for the John Watsons of the world and seeing the movie with Downey and Law really renewed my love for all things Watson.
The next time I left the house was on Christmas Day. I went to the American Legion to work at their Christmas dinner. I worked desserts for the vast majority of the day and I was pretty good at it too. By the time I left I was giving orders. It was a bit like working behind a bar which I've done before, also for charity, and I'm good at it. Besides the fact that I'm still not sure what the American Legion does and a woman I was volunteering with who hid cheesecake for herself and my nearly passing out towards the end because I hadn't had anything to drink, it was a good time. The highlight of that event probably happened before the dinner actually started. One woman kept coming up to my family and asking all of these questions. Did we sing? Were we a church group? Were we the carolers? Are you registered to minister to people? Can you say a prayer? Have you seen our minister? Are any of you musical? It's like she thought we were the von Trapps or something. After she asked if we could say prayer for everyone I started muttering the Chanukah prayer in Hebrew but I don't think she noticed.
So I guess I've been out more than I originally thought. Besides these two days, I went to a friend's house to work on a Hamlet scrapbook a couple times for our English project. The first time disintegrated into us watching HIMYM and the second time ended in bagels.
And today, well, yesterday now, I had a five hour tea party with Elana, Kate, Dan, and Chris where I managed to break the house a little bit. You see, in my excitement at the fact that Elana and I were trouncing the boys in a game of Befudiom, I fist pumped a chandelier and the brass cover attached to the ceiling kind of fell off. As Elana said, "So much win it was a fail."
At this tea party I also realized that even when I'm being social, I'm basically still on the internet. You see, the people in this group of friends are all huge nerds. We talked Harry Potter, Doctor Who, gaming, SOPA, etc. While I was doing the dishes I distinctly heard the phrase "But you're already a werewolf!" from the other room. It was kind of incredible, as if my dining room table had been transformed into the internet. I'm always a bit in awe of the fact that these are my irl friends and at one point I came in to collect for dishes and said "How did I find you people!?" My replies were "Science Olympiad." "Science Olympiad." "Drama Club." "Challenge Team. No, playing with the hamsters in third grade." Of course. :)
And now I'm definitely not writing this while waiting for my sixth episode of Torchwood tonight to load while eating Doritos, hot chocolate, and chocolate cauldrons that Chris left. Definitely not. That stuff's for losers. I'm cool. Like a fez.
Oh deer lawd. I'll just end this blog post in shame, shall I?
Oh. And it's definitely not nearly four in the morning.
What do you mean that there's evidence on my tumblr and twitter accounts showing that I've spent the majority of the break watching Sherlock, Lost, The Office, and How I Met Your Mother? That's ridiculous. You can't do these things outside. Where I've been. What, do you think I'm so attached to my bed that I feel lonely without it? Me? Noooooo....
Hahaha. I could barely even type those outrageous lies. I mean, come on. Clouds? Doesn't that require me to leave the house, a thing I'm unfamiliar with?
Actually, that's also a lie. I have left the house a few times. I went to see Sherlock Holmes: A Game (Gay) of Shadows with Dan, Kate, Chris, and Elana for Dan's birthday. It was really, really good and got me to watch the BBC's Sherlock series the following day. If you ever talked about Doctor Who with me for an extensive period of time last summer you'll know that that is a miraculous feat for me as I refused to for months and months on the ground that I was angry at Steven Moffat for abandoning the Whovians with half a series to go and cheat on us with Sherlock. But I am so glad I caved. Sherlock is amazing. I think Moff is better suited for this type of writing than Doctor Who anyway, to be honest. I particularly enjoyed the first episode, A Study in Pink. That was excellent. So was the pool scene in the third episode. I'm so excited to find out how that's resolved. I'll find out soon! Also, I've always had a thing for the John Watsons of the world and seeing the movie with Downey and Law really renewed my love for all things Watson.
The next time I left the house was on Christmas Day. I went to the American Legion to work at their Christmas dinner. I worked desserts for the vast majority of the day and I was pretty good at it too. By the time I left I was giving orders. It was a bit like working behind a bar which I've done before, also for charity, and I'm good at it. Besides the fact that I'm still not sure what the American Legion does and a woman I was volunteering with who hid cheesecake for herself and my nearly passing out towards the end because I hadn't had anything to drink, it was a good time. The highlight of that event probably happened before the dinner actually started. One woman kept coming up to my family and asking all of these questions. Did we sing? Were we a church group? Were we the carolers? Are you registered to minister to people? Can you say a prayer? Have you seen our minister? Are any of you musical? It's like she thought we were the von Trapps or something. After she asked if we could say prayer for everyone I started muttering the Chanukah prayer in Hebrew but I don't think she noticed.
So I guess I've been out more than I originally thought. Besides these two days, I went to a friend's house to work on a Hamlet scrapbook a couple times for our English project. The first time disintegrated into us watching HIMYM and the second time ended in bagels.
And today, well, yesterday now, I had a five hour tea party with Elana, Kate, Dan, and Chris where I managed to break the house a little bit. You see, in my excitement at the fact that Elana and I were trouncing the boys in a game of Befudiom, I fist pumped a chandelier and the brass cover attached to the ceiling kind of fell off. As Elana said, "So much win it was a fail."
At this tea party I also realized that even when I'm being social, I'm basically still on the internet. You see, the people in this group of friends are all huge nerds. We talked Harry Potter, Doctor Who, gaming, SOPA, etc. While I was doing the dishes I distinctly heard the phrase "But you're already a werewolf!" from the other room. It was kind of incredible, as if my dining room table had been transformed into the internet. I'm always a bit in awe of the fact that these are my irl friends and at one point I came in to collect for dishes and said "How did I find you people!?" My replies were "Science Olympiad." "Science Olympiad." "Drama Club." "Challenge Team. No, playing with the hamsters in third grade." Of course. :)
And now I'm definitely not writing this while waiting for my sixth episode of Torchwood tonight to load while eating Doritos, hot chocolate, and chocolate cauldrons that Chris left. Definitely not. That stuff's for losers. I'm cool. Like a fez.
Oh deer lawd. I'll just end this blog post in shame, shall I?
Oh. And it's definitely not nearly four in the morning.
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