Sunday, November 24, 2002
Hum de dum dum dum. Today was a rather normal day.
I slept a great deal, since I have not done so lately, and sleep is ever so important, you know. Yes indeed.
Then I went to the mall to get my glasses righted. They took something of a beating yesterday during the game, probably from the Behemoth (the Behemoth being the Marblehead noseguard- a girl of truly astonishing proportions, in that she possessed a most prodigious girth). Anyways, they were pretty crooked, and I was starting to get rather seasick from seeing everything at a bizarre angle. I also kept on knocking into chairs and the edges of walls and things, since my visual field was skewed.
The mall boasted the only open optometrist for miles around (that being Lenscrafters), so it was necessary to go there. My glasses were fixed there. While there, my mother and myself were also treated to the Tale of Julie.
Julie was apparently an employee at Lenscrafters who was evil. Early in our visit, she came charging into the store, announcing, "I'm on break! I'm not here! Just act like I'm not in the store!" A bit later, another woman came up to the man repairing my glasses and angrily hissed, "That Julie just lost us two customers! She never does her work!" and the man testily replied, "I know, Julie's always on break." Quite a bit of Lenscrafters drama.
Then we bought a gel candle at one of those little cart things in the mall, and it was quite pricey. But it was a Chanukah present for some of our family that we will be seeing shortly, since Chanukah is right after Thanksgiving this year. Insanity.
Anywho, the man running the cart was Israeli! We realized this when we were examining the merchandise, and my mother saw some of his store notes or business tabs or whatever such things they keep records on for these carts. It was all written in hebrew! Coolness! The guy was kinda cute, too. So naturally we had to make a purchase.
Then we came home. We have recently acquired a digital camcorder, and my mother and brother had filmed some of the Powderpuff game. So I watched it on the computer and figured out how to get some stills of off it, which is glorious for me, since you all know how photo-insane I am. I got a number of good stills, including a nice one of me, Amy and Her Majesty the Queen Helene, where Amy is waving at the camera. I enjoy it.
Speaking of pictures! I finished three and a half rolls of film on Friday! Actually, it was two and a half, since I had taken half a roll already, and half a roll is still on my camera. Still, that's one heck of a lot of photos on one day, even for me. But there was a lot to take pictures of.
You see, it was our Powderpuff rally. This meant that we all got up early to get breakfast materials at Dunkin Donuts (wearing our uniforms, mind you. These consist of our game shirts, blue spandex, and red, white and blue bandanas generously given to us by Coah Legere). Then we went to the school to scream and jump about and generally harass people as they came in the front doors. Then we made several mad dashes through the hallways, screaming like a flock of enraged banshees. I noted a number of underclassmen backing away in fear as we approached, hastily stuffing their fingers into their ears.
Then we had class. Madame was wise enough to know that work would be impossible, so in French we watched the good clips of Moulin Rouge, while consorting freely with the equally rebellious Spanish class next door.
In Math we had a quiz, which was a fairly evil thing to make us do that day. I am mostly certain that I failed. I was having issues with that chapter even without throwing Powderpuff into the mix, most of the issues relating to the fact that I kept on falling asleep in class. Damn sleep deprivation. I shall perish of it shortly.
Then English, where our English teacher expressed happiness that we were all psyched up for the game, but nonetheless refusing to be deterred from the lesson plan. So we learned about Aristotle and Arthur Miller and tragedy and tragic flaws and how all of that relates to American Tragedy. See, I do pay attention! Sometimes...
Then Study hall, wherein I ate my lunch with a number of my teammates. We did this because
next period was Lunch. Technically it was Biology, but it is a tradition for Powderpuff players to spend all three lunch periods in the cafeteria. This we did. We chanted our special little Powderpuff chants, we waved our little blue and white pom pom deals, we played annoyingly perky songs on our sound system, and we terrorized pretty much everyone in the cafeteria who had innocently gone to lunch that day, only wanting to eat their food in peace.
Then there was Painting, where I painted. Nothing doing there. Painting is painting.
Then there was Psych, where we had *gasp* another test! Honestly, who has ever heard of such a thing? Two tests on a Powderpuff day? Ridiculous! Infamous! Anyways, this one was much easier than the math one, in part because it was open book, and in part because I can read somewhat quickly, so I was able to complete it in all haste.
Then, a team picture at the end of school.
Later that night, the 50-yard line ceremony, which was actually very nice, and everyone made speeches. I rambled randomly through mine, and I was later informed that I had used some big words, although I had tried not to do so. I also at one point utilized the phrase 'people from all different walks of life', and this apparently engendered some confusion, but really. I mean, come on.
As for the other speeches, I will only say that they were mostly very repetitive but very touching, and also that if I had heard the word 'funnest' one more time that night, I would have most assuredly slain someone.
Then we engaged in some ritual desecration, which was a good time. The weather helped us there. Thank cats for wet fields.
Then I went home and went to sleep.
And then it was Saturday, and we kicked some bums, and I knocked the Behemoth down at one point, all by myself, and it was caught on video for all to see, so no one can refute it. Yes. All by myself, I took out that mammoth being. Ah, sweet, sweet victory!
And, well, you already know what I did today.
Don't you feel so wonderously well-informed right now?