Oh, right...
Yeah, well.
Went to a Quiz Bowl tournament on Saturday. Bloody early. Do you know how much it hurts me to wake up before noon on Saturdays? Now, a lot. Back in the day, I suppose it wasn't as bad. However, back in the day I had some sort of competition nearly every weekend. It was pretty consistent. I did remember to bring my camera this time and I think I'm going to be hosting the pictures I take somewhere not on cox because I have some crazy egotistical-paranoid dream that I'll become so mind-numbingly popular that the bandwidth on that poor little website will get owned into the ground. Ha ha. Or maybe I just don't trust Cox at all...?
That's it.
Woke up at seven o'clock. Did not use a subject in the previous sentence, or in this one. The only reason I was even present to go to the tournament is because of how awful I am at frisbee. I could be bitter and say it has something to do with the hall I live on, but it doesn't because that's stupid. The long and short of it is that I'm the worst player on the team. The good frisbee players went to the SAVAGE SEVEN?!?! tournament somewhere which entailed a lot of frisbee played by not a lot of people. I'm usually the last pick every time we pick teams. I've debated with myself over whether or not this has anything to do with the one girl getting picked before me out of pity but I have decided that it does not. I hear we lost every game.
The Quiz Bowl tournament, on the other hand, was a relative success for us. We could easily have won but have rotten luck, which, in the end, is what it comes down to at these competitions. We got third, which certainly had nothing to do with me and everything to do with Wes, Sam, and Louise.
Wes Fuel
The collecting area for all 32 (I think) teams at the beginning of the day was in the gym of this sprawling and unorganized K-12 some-flavor-of-reiligion school. The gym, like msot gyms, had those ludicrously bright lights that always bring up thoughts of being up way too early. This makes sense because I associate them with school assemblies (school is always early, even when it's not) and academic competitions, which, for some unfathomable reason, take place at terribly early hours, as I have addressed.
Early lights are earrrly!
The tournament itself was largely uneventful except for a massive spat that didn't need to be so violent between Wes and a horrible reader. Lunch was way overpriced pizza ($4 for two slices and a drink!). In order to monopolize, they limited lunch to half an hour and requested that no one leave. Pretty sleazy of them. J. Shore got people McDonald's anyway. (And a new Mountian Dew for Wes) I, however, had no idea this was going on and I really don't like cheeseburgers from the menu and figured Shore would've dismissed my "ketchup and cheese only" order as too complicated/hard to remember. So I got overpriced pizza sold at a ridiculous markup to support a school that can't even clean its bathrooms to anywhere approaching decency. (There was a lake of I'll-let-you-figure-it-out all over the floor. A lake! I kid you not it was at least half an inch deep!) This was my first tournament removed from my home district. As a consequence, I knew no one from the other schools, which was really a new experience for me.
The ceilings were low. That's one thing I've found when I return to my old schools. I guess low ceilings are some perverse architectural money-saver. "Well, the majority of people using this campus will be under 6 feet and will not feel as though their very soul is being stifled under the oppresion of these ceiling tiles."
Taken at head height. The school for dwarves.
It wasn't hewn out of the living stone, there are no stylistic or practical reasons for the height of this ceiling.
That's pretty much everything of any consequence I've done lately. I did watch 'Boo', a terrible horror movie on Sci-Fi yesterday.
I think I want to go home this weekend but we might have the frisbee tournament for all the marbles too. Regardless of whether or not I play, I still would like to be there because it'll be the first time we'll have played another high school team. It's hard to guage your own ability when you constantly play out of your depth. Tonight and Wednesday, the plan is to convince Sundell to watch "Fear and Loathing" and "The Long Goodbye", respectively.
I hate Mondays. I think I have a case of them.
By the way, it's cold up here now. Really cold. And it was wet, which is nothing new, but it's worth mentioning because rain made it that much colder for that much longer. Why is always so wet up here? This has to be one of the worst drained campuses (campi?) ever.
Went to a Quiz Bowl tournament on Saturday. Bloody early. Do you know how much it hurts me to wake up before noon on Saturdays? Now, a lot. Back in the day, I suppose it wasn't as bad. However, back in the day I had some sort of competition nearly every weekend. It was pretty consistent. I did remember to bring my camera this time and I think I'm going to be hosting the pictures I take somewhere not on cox because I have some crazy egotistical-paranoid dream that I'll become so mind-numbingly popular that the bandwidth on that poor little website will get owned into the ground. Ha ha. Or maybe I just don't trust Cox at all...?
That's it.
Woke up at seven o'clock. Did not use a subject in the previous sentence, or in this one. The only reason I was even present to go to the tournament is because of how awful I am at frisbee. I could be bitter and say it has something to do with the hall I live on, but it doesn't because that's stupid. The long and short of it is that I'm the worst player on the team. The good frisbee players went to the SAVAGE SEVEN?!?! tournament somewhere which entailed a lot of frisbee played by not a lot of people. I'm usually the last pick every time we pick teams. I've debated with myself over whether or not this has anything to do with the one girl getting picked before me out of pity but I have decided that it does not. I hear we lost every game.
The Quiz Bowl tournament, on the other hand, was a relative success for us. We could easily have won but have rotten luck, which, in the end, is what it comes down to at these competitions. We got third, which certainly had nothing to do with me and everything to do with Wes, Sam, and Louise.
Wes Fuel
The collecting area for all 32 (I think) teams at the beginning of the day was in the gym of this sprawling and unorganized K-12 some-flavor-of-reiligion school. The gym, like msot gyms, had those ludicrously bright lights that always bring up thoughts of being up way too early. This makes sense because I associate them with school assemblies (school is always early, even when it's not) and academic competitions, which, for some unfathomable reason, take place at terribly early hours, as I have addressed.
Early lights are earrrly!
The tournament itself was largely uneventful except for a massive spat that didn't need to be so violent between Wes and a horrible reader. Lunch was way overpriced pizza ($4 for two slices and a drink!). In order to monopolize, they limited lunch to half an hour and requested that no one leave. Pretty sleazy of them. J. Shore got people McDonald's anyway. (And a new Mountian Dew for Wes) I, however, had no idea this was going on and I really don't like cheeseburgers from the menu and figured Shore would've dismissed my "ketchup and cheese only" order as too complicated/hard to remember. So I got overpriced pizza sold at a ridiculous markup to support a school that can't even clean its bathrooms to anywhere approaching decency. (There was a lake of I'll-let-you-figure-it-out all over the floor. A lake! I kid you not it was at least half an inch deep!) This was my first tournament removed from my home district. As a consequence, I knew no one from the other schools, which was really a new experience for me.
The ceilings were low. That's one thing I've found when I return to my old schools. I guess low ceilings are some perverse architectural money-saver. "Well, the majority of people using this campus will be under 6 feet and will not feel as though their very soul is being stifled under the oppresion of these ceiling tiles."
Taken at head height. The school for dwarves.
It wasn't hewn out of the living stone, there are no stylistic or practical reasons for the height of this ceiling.
That's pretty much everything of any consequence I've done lately. I did watch 'Boo', a terrible horror movie on Sci-Fi yesterday.
I think I want to go home this weekend but we might have the frisbee tournament for all the marbles too. Regardless of whether or not I play, I still would like to be there because it'll be the first time we'll have played another high school team. It's hard to guage your own ability when you constantly play out of your depth. Tonight and Wednesday, the plan is to convince Sundell to watch "Fear and Loathing" and "The Long Goodbye", respectively.
I hate Mondays. I think I have a case of them.
By the way, it's cold up here now. Really cold. And it was wet, which is nothing new, but it's worth mentioning because rain made it that much colder for that much longer. Why is always so wet up here? This has to be one of the worst drained campuses (campi?) ever.