vegan cupcakes and exhaustion
friday in numbers
7 number of minutes i survived the STD PPT presentation in health before turning on my ipod and putting my head on the desk
33 number of poetry month bookmarks created by blair, nick, lauren, emily, and i while playing music we were not alive to hear at their height of popularity
2 number of near-death car experiences i had on friday: 1) i'm in the passenger seat of blair's car after school, talking to my mom on the phone and approaching the woodlawn-northern blvd. intersection. light turns yellow. blair speeds up. i jokingly cringe. we reach intersection, and light turns red. blair speeds up even more and hits a bump in the road. i try hard not to scream as i think we leave the ground, only to come down with an almighty crash. 2) i'm in the passenger seat of joe's car, on my way to starbuck's after emily's house. we're listening to "you can't hurry love" because it's the only thing on the radio. suddenly--PSHT!--my seatbelt clasp spits out my seatbelt without warning. joe does nothing. that car is such a piece of crap.
12 number of vegan cupcakes emily and i make while listening to her female-singer-songwriter-saturated ipod and talking about everything before everyone else comes. we later get justin and joe to eat them without telling them they're vegan. i thought they were pretty good, considering.
1/2 fraction of "miracle" we get through before jill comes and tells us all about her grandma's exasperating bathroom habits and slow bakery visits.
3+ number of times the soccer ball, kicked by justin or joe or jill, hits a car in the starbucks parking lot
2 number of times joe was thrown over someone's shoulder and kidnapped from us in the parking lot. i think they were college kids he knew from track or cross-country, otherwise we would have tried to stop them, really.
(slightly made-up) timetable of saturday into sunday
7:04 pm i finally leave for gala and make the rounds between the band room and orchestra room before being roped into selling roses and water with emily, lauren, and lyndsay. i get my corsage--it's really my last gala. it doesn't sink in yet.
7:49 pm jess and i gorge ourselves on leftover donuts and cookies in the commons cafeteria while in floor-length gowns.
8:45 pm i start to realize what a long night this is going to be.
9:24 pm mary grace, lauren, kaeley (i should know how to spell that), jared, and i stand awkwardly outside the auditorium, wondering if we're supposed to go in or not. somebody shoves someone else and eventually we're onstage. i get nervous.
9:29 pm we bow. justin and ashok are kind enough to shout, "WE LOVE YOU, SARA" from the back of the room. aside from a slight and quickly-corrected mishap, we ROCKED. intonation was good, tripping almost nonexistent. whew.
9:38 pm i get up on the podium to tune the band. i never know what to do up there. it's so awkward.
9:40 pm i DON'T mess up my solo!
9:56 pm brass and percussion shout, "HOOAH" at the conclusion of the "native vocals" and everyone cracks up. can't wait to hear it on the cd.
10:01 pm kalabza messes up candide. or i do. or trumpets do. i don't know. blehhh.
10:29 pm nick, bridget, and i sing "boys of summer" and "livin' on a prayer" at the top of our lungs (really) on the way to applebee's.
10:41 pm we pack twenty-some-odd people into applebee's foyer, listening to nick sing the national anthem in his underwater voice and taking pictures of everyone looking so nice.
11:33 pm we finally get a table and proceed to sing to kara for the fourth time. my triple chocolate meltdown is as glorious as i imagined it. it finally sinks in.
12:24 am i marvel at the amount of people on the streets of st. james at this hour of the night while on the way to pick up my suitcase to go to allie's.
12:56 am after being lost in nissequogue for a good twenty minutes or so (it's okay, we had pearl jam), mike and i finally find quail path and get to allie's house before jess has to leave.
2:15 am while playing guitar hero, alison claims to have heard the song "trogdor" before from strong bad, and it turns out to be the same song. for the rest of the night, we are all subject to hear mike's occasional shouts of "TROGDOOORRRRR" (or "TRUGDUUUUUUUUG", when he can't remember what the word really is).
3:07 am we all turn off the lights and get ready to sleep. even though i'm fine with a blanket on the couch, i decide to steal mike's sleeping bag to use simply on principle, at bridget's suggestion.
3:08 am lights go back on when we realize we're not tired. "robin hood: men in tights" is put on. weeeeird movie.
3:12 am i realize--gasp!--i'm actually tired and try to doze through the movie. it half-works.
6:00 am i wake up to mike and alison talking and endure a half hour of their making fart jokes about justin and jess. notes to self: bring ear plugs to next sleepover they (as in mike and alison, not justin and jess) are at.
11:21 am i wake up to chris and allie whispering on the other side of the room. eww.
3:12 pm after countless homestarrunner.com cartoons and pointless conversations, we pile into alison's car and leave. tired. so very tired. i love life.
anyway, the only thing really going on in my life now is literary magazine, and living in manhattan next year is going to be expensive, so i was thinking that i should get a job, even though a little part of me dies every time i say that. please comment with ideas, preferably cool ones? thanks.