Homecoming.
One word can strip me of my energy, my hunger, and of my shirt. Okay, so I kept my shirt, but I'm definitely tired and definitely full. Environmental Club did pretty well--we sold out in DIRT CUPS!! I suppose I had little faith in our dirt-cup-selling abilities, because there were times when I urged our workers to stop production. Nevertheless, they persisted and we sold out [with but a can of pudding left]. I was standing for about five years during the whole ordeal, and my legs and I are no longer on speaking terms. As if that weren't enough, I swear flies were trying to mate with my leg hairs. It was pretty nasty. I'm still paranoid and swat at imaginary flies on my legs every so often.
I am exhausted and Indian club forced a samosa down my esophagus when maximum capacity tops at a bagel, pad thai noodles, and thai iced tea. Despite that, I had a pretty good time. I wasn't nearly as excited as, say, Melissa, but it was my first and probably my last time at homecoming, or any football game for that matter. I definitely thought the seniors should've won for the skits. Hip hop is what it's all about. Oh well, the juniors should win once in a while. So that's good. I saw a lot of old faces there, namely Tina "Mystery" Mistry, James Teng, Lindsay Nakata, and ... well I don't remember. I also saw Stephanie "The Man" Kai, Shamsher "Shaman" Samra, and Ms "Karen" Kyer. I saw Mr Price there and he was busy talking with some people down the row of booths, so I thought I'd let him finish his conversation and then he would come and see me. Unfortunately, this was not the case. He must have overlooked me in his eagerness to get to the stands, but that's okay. I forgive you Mr Price. There was also "Mario" Garabedian--I can't say what it is about that man that is so likeable. Perhaps it's his extreme enthusiasm in whatever he says. "Is that thai iced tea?! I'm gonna... wait hold on!"
I think right now I need my reticular networking system thing to make me more awake/aware/aroused [?]. Well, the book says it's in charge of arousal, but I think it means in terms of awakeness and sleepness. I'm pretty tired out. Finally Grace talked to me. It's about time. Although I suppose all she really wanted to know was if someone was impostoring as me on her website. I dunno, though. Those four girls were pretty crazy when Serena took us home. I was too tired to care though. Sophomores. Giggling and gossiping and running about in a carefree fashion. I remember when I was a sophomore. Full of hope and promise. Now I'm just cynical. CYNICAL! Well, I think it's a little of Stephanie that has rubbed off. She has numerous anti-CW sentiments that she has shared with me in the past. I want to go back to the day where classes were about learning, and not about preparing for a day in May or about coloring maps.
This morning seems so long ago. LIT. I'm writing my timed writing in class, fourth period, when Daniel Seeto turns around and mentions to me that they're showing our comp video in Comp. I dismiss it as an absurd idea--I couldn't hear anything, thus it wasn't happening. Then I hear a clear and distinctly muffled "Myrtle, Myrtle, Myrtle..." After that, it took me five days to finish one sentence. I could not concentrate. And juniors, please tell Ms "Karen" Kyer that I never wanted to do the part in the dancing scene [you know what I'm talking about] that was considered hilarious by others. The video was praised, though, in Econ and Bio. I think there were intelligent moments in that video, but a lot of it was sheer slapstick humor, which of course does not elicit thoughtful laughter. Luckily, I got to the two page mark by the end of the period.
Good news. My sore is no longer throat.