State

What a draining weekend I've had. A draining week as well, now that I think about it. We had drumline rehearsal tuesday, wednesday, and thursday. Not that I'm complaining or anything. I really do enjoy physical agony. It builds character. I will, however, complain about Justin's knee. Absolutely disgusting the way it moves, much more so indeed than Jes's. He moved his kneecap around to the side of his leg! Ugh...

We left friday after school for state competitions. Yet another five hour bus ride, though it was pretty fun on the way up.We practiced. Again. Then we went to the hotel and chilled. It was cool. We stayed up way too late, and got up again early the next morning.

Saturday was prelims. We made it into the finals, tied for fifth place with a score of 83.0, our best performance ever. It was a good day. We had a pizza party when we got back to the hotel, and our room took three leftover pizzas, along with armfuls of rootbeer and RC. Of course, the real fun didn't come until later that night.

We moved matresses around and spent a few hours jumping on them, and recording our antics. Our very destructive and self-endangering antics. As this was happening, we also called the room that 'The Girls' were in. Over and over and over. And over. And over. They were pretty peeved that we were keeping them up, even though it was only midnight. Eventually Sam came across the hall and started pounding on the door. We thought it was a chaperone, so we turned all the lights off. It was then that we realized that our room was completely trashed. So while I went to check the door, everyone else frantically tried to clean up. When I saw it was Sam, I tried to find the skeleton costume I had brought along. Trust me, in the dark the thing is terrifying. But it was dark, and I couldn't see well enough to find it. Eventually she gave up knocking and just yelled at us through the door. Kevin decided to ask who was at the door just then. Pretty loudly. Apparently the chaperones heard this.

I was going to go open the door, and through a stroke of luck I decided to check through the peephole first. When I saw Mrs. Krontz, I told the others. We stopped giggling. Now we were really panicking. Abran, Jake, and Kevin somehow managed to make the room fairly presentable, and unanimously voted me to open the door. So I did. With a can of rootbeer in my hand. Very inconspicuous. Before I had a chance to say anything, Mrs. Krontz said, "If you pick up that phone one more time, you'll be sleeping with me, understand?" I just mumbled yes, and she left. Then we all broke down laughing. It really was pretty funny.

The next day, we were all a bit worried. Okay, we were downright terrified. We did NOT want to go downstairs and risk running into the girls. So instead of going to breakfast we stayed in our room and ate leftover pizza. When we finally had no choice but to leave the room, we discovered that they weren't plotting to kill us. They had simply decided not to talk to Kevin or I. Apparently they blamed us for the whole incident. I don't know why, we all thought it was equally funny. But that's the way it was.

Sam and Jordan did not take long to break. This surprised me. I expected Sam to be the hardest, since she's the one who actually came across the hall. But basically as soon as we came downstairs they were willing to talk to us. I guess they thought it was funny, too, in retrospect. Jenny only took a couple minutes more. As she said, she honestly didn't care about the whole thing, she was just going along with the others. Jessica was too angry at Kevin for microwaving things in their room earlier to keep herself from 'talking' to him, a.k.a. threatening him. So Megan lasted longest, and I still broke her in about fifteen minutes. She lasted against Kevin longer, however. An hour or two, I believe. So yeah, they were basically okay with it. I'm glad. I would hate for them to stay angry at me. My self-esteem is low enough as it is...interpret the sarcasm there however you'd like to.

So we performed for finals on Sunday, and went up by four tenths of a point. Unfortunately, the group we were tied with went up by eight tenths, and we got sixth overall. Ah, well. That still beat our best performance. We kept improving, and that's a large part of what counts, though not all of it.

The ride back was ridiculously boring. I now suffer from severe personality disorders as a result. I wish I had someone to sit with to make the ride more interesting (hint, hint, ladies). Of course, that someone would have to pass several rigorous examinations first (again, hint, hint, ladies). If interested, I'll be making just such an exam shortly, so be looking for a link soon. A link to Link. Heh heh.

Overall, I'd give the weekend an 8 out of 10. It would be a perfect ten if it hadn't been for that infernal return trip. Gah!

Now I'm completely exhausted, as well as a bit sick, and I couldn't face school today. I stayed home and slept in until 2. Then I played FFX, ate and wrote this. Much, much better than a day of further boredom, I must say.

As a final note, I have some very incriminating photos from the weekend, of various people. I'm debating whether or not to post them. I'll confer with Abran, who also has some, and get back to you on it.

And the drummer says "doo-gacht, de-gach gah, jigga-jigga chow chicka buddly-biddly-bow!"