Wow. Some weekend. I'm writing this currently after I should be in bed. I'm going on three hours of sleep.
Hmm.. Last week was homecoming week. I dressed up like a Ninja on toga day. School spirit is a funny thing. Now that I'm a senior, I have a tinge of it. Creepy. Life would be better without school getting in the way. Too much anxiety over crap. We perform interp for the first time a week from monday. Jesus crap on a pogo stick. We've never done a successful run through the entire piece. This week better go well.
I've decided not to try out for the Fall Play. Baseball doesn't interest me, it's too much stress, and I've got interp and debate shit to worry about.
Anyone need a volunteer? I've got 26.5 hours to go for NHS.
Back to this weekend. Friday night, there was talking between Steph, Alex and I. Weirdness.
Saturday. Spent the day in sioux falls. Met Bruce Campbell. Lots of nervousness/hate stuff between the friends. Fricken' Bruce Campbell negates all the bad shit though. Who cares if he could only sign one thing, i didn't touch him, and Seth and Kelsey hate each other! Ha! Oh, and I saw Laura. One of those surreal things. I thought I saw Marc who I've never actually exchanged words with, and he was kind of smiling. I'd forgotten about it and later I receive a smooch on the back and jerk around expecting Kelsey, but to my delight seeing Laura.
We really need a Vermillion-Brookings MagLev train.
Oh, yeah, did I mention I met Bruce Campbell. He signed “shop smart” on a page in my Dream Book that has the Army of Angst poster. He looked at it and laughed and said “that's great!” Heh. Yay. He's cool. That night was amazing too. Sleepover at Clint's. Clint was in the air. (Fun fact: In our friendgroup, “Clint” means sex!)
Hormones had been running rampant earlier in the day with the spotting of many beautiful people at Barnes and Noble and the mall. That night everything just got elevated. Between the people playing “7 minutes to heaven” in the furnace room, spin the bottle, and sleeping in a bed with Steph. Heh, wow. Oh, and I wedged myself between the mattresses of Clint's bed to “hide.” He jumped on and proceeded to hump “me” through the mattress. That was kind of odd, but strangely exciting all at the same time! And staying up till 7am talking to Steph in bed was great too. We made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at one point!
Hmm. Word of the Day: Confusion