I <3 Pep Rallys.
School spirit is a drug. Crystal meth has NOTHING on NHS 'Pep Assemblies'.* Percussion is sex. Really, they are. And Backbeat and Treblemakers sang fabulously. But the best, the best? Musical chair and tug of war. Musical chairs just because of the crazy. Tug of war they had seniors vs. freshman and it became football players vs. ALL THE FRESHMAN. They were pouring out of the stands like the final scene in V for Vendetta. It was underclassman anarchy. Made. Of. Awesome. And my friends shouted, "Cristo!" or "Christ compels you!" at the cheerleaders at the same time that one of them lost balance and fell. My friends are so weird.
I didn't get any flowers, but someone left theirs in the stands and I took it. Hehe. Philomela's like, "You stole someone's flower?" causing me to respond with a hearty, "Of course, I stole it from an orphan." I am just that badass.
At lunch and upperclassman with the name Ryan on his school ring came to our lunch table and started crying. Eventually I went over and made small talk.
"Are you ok?"
"Do I look ok?"
"Weeeeell, no. Not really. Is this a not ok that you need to talk to someone about or is this a not ok that you need me to bugger off?"
He waved his hands inefectually for a moment and then said, "Thanks."
To which I responded, "No problem." And he choked out something about how no one died and he wasn't dumped. Figguring he had enough I left with my most inspiring parting words to date:
"And remeber, no matter what may happen, you have a very nice hat."
Then he started to laugh while crying.** I scooted back to my regular seat and Philomela sayed, "Did you mock his hat until he cried?!"
Hehe. I <3 Philomela.
Homecomming dance tomorrow. I shall groove my groovething like a groovemister from grooveland.
Oh, and I GOT A 95% ON MY SPANISH III TEST! ALL MY BIRCHES*** IN THE CLUB SAY WHAAAAAT!
* No, I have no idea why they call them that. Rally is apparently much too plebean.
** I tend to inspire that reaction in a lot of people. This may not be a good thing.
*** This may take some explaining. In choir we're singing a song of Canadia's pride (I know, I wasn't aware they had so much pride) with the inspiring lyrics, "Land of the silver birch, home of the beeeea-ver, where still the mighty moose wanders at wiiiiiill." And for the rest of the day I was a Canadian rapper running around calling for all my birches and hos. No, I don't know why they let me in an advanced choir either.
I didn't get any flowers, but someone left theirs in the stands and I took it. Hehe. Philomela's like, "You stole someone's flower?" causing me to respond with a hearty, "Of course, I stole it from an orphan." I am just that badass.
At lunch and upperclassman with the name Ryan on his school ring came to our lunch table and started crying. Eventually I went over and made small talk.
"Are you ok?"
"Do I look ok?"
"Weeeeell, no. Not really. Is this a not ok that you need to talk to someone about or is this a not ok that you need me to bugger off?"
He waved his hands inefectually for a moment and then said, "Thanks."
To which I responded, "No problem." And he choked out something about how no one died and he wasn't dumped. Figguring he had enough I left with my most inspiring parting words to date:
"And remeber, no matter what may happen, you have a very nice hat."
Then he started to laugh while crying.** I scooted back to my regular seat and Philomela sayed, "Did you mock his hat until he cried?!"
Hehe. I <3 Philomela.
Homecomming dance tomorrow. I shall groove my groovething like a groovemister from grooveland.
Oh, and I GOT A 95% ON MY SPANISH III TEST! ALL MY BIRCHES*** IN THE CLUB SAY WHAAAAAT!
* No, I have no idea why they call them that. Rally is apparently much too plebean.
** I tend to inspire that reaction in a lot of people. This may not be a good thing.
*** This may take some explaining. In choir we're singing a song of Canadia's pride (I know, I wasn't aware they had so much pride) with the inspiring lyrics, "Land of the silver birch, home of the beeeea-ver, where still the mighty moose wanders at wiiiiiill." And for the rest of the day I was a Canadian rapper running around calling for all my birches and hos. No, I don't know why they let me in an advanced choir either.