dance-eriffic

current song: el tango de roxanne

Today is Margaret's birthday, and yesterday was Baylee's. Happy birthdays.

So yesterday was the dance off. It was quite interesting. Here's how my day went:

5:30 AM. Woke up gasping. I have no clue why. What the hell.

7:00 AM. Alarm went off. I remembered the dream I'd been having. Stupid dreams. Lately they've been horrid. After having fallen back asleep, I was woken up by my mom and dad, informing me that I need to get ready for tennis. They then realized that I can't go to tennis, because the maids were coming, rendering my mom unable to leave the house, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna walk home.

8:30 AM. Finished cleaning up my crap and settled in for an AC session with mom.

10:05 AM. Sara called to tell me she's picking me up. I gathered all my stuff and wandered outside to wait. Sara arrived and we drove to Danika's. Sara washed flower petals, and as other people started to arrive we practiced dancing.

1:30 PM. We all got sick of practicing, and by this time Sara's off at work, and so Sarah, Danika, Libby and I go to Ms. Brown's house for some quality movie-watching. We stop by McDonald's for lunch and are later joined by Chaffin (and brother) and Sonia (and boyfriend). We all watched Rocky Horror and I, the only one who had never seen it before (I think) was thoroughly amused. So, it seems, was everyone else. Joy. Sonia and Chris headed off, Sarah went to take a shower, and Chaffin dropped me off at home for dinner eating. I planned on taking a shower but instead spent the entire three hours that I'm at home doing laundry and taking a nap. Then we had turkey dinner. Yum. Then dad drove me to Danika's.

7:15 PM. I get to Danika's, change my shirt, we practice one more time, then go to Kaila's huge ass house for the dancing. Her backyard has gotta be, like, 10 acres or something. Not that I know how big an acre is. I admired the swing set, it was cool. I like swinging, I should do it more often. Only the seats don't fit me cause I'm too wide. Damn kid swings.

10:00 PM. People start threatening to leave without holding the dance off. What the hell? Like, Sara's maybe 10 minutes away and everyone's like, "Oh, I'm going to break curfew! Ohmigod!" Grrr. So the other team (team?) starts while Chaffin's changing and Sara isn't there yet, so they didn't even get to see it.

They started out with a DDR thing... ha. As if. It was so damn lame. Seriously. But it was kind of funny just because it was so lame, and Ian was just randomly jumping around at the end. Then they did some breakdancing stuff. Alex was quite impressive. The cheerleaders went up and did cheerleader moves and made fun of us somehow by wiggling against each other. But I felt bad for Eric because since he was the only guy there I think that's why he got stuck with a lot of the abuse. Taifur stuck a flower (a copy of the original) in his armpit, man. Speaking of Taifur, he was in every frickin' scene. The dance was composed of Taifur and his sidekicks, really. But, dude, Chris and Taifur were twirling around the glowsticks, which was really pretty, and Taifur, Alex, and Chris did some fighting which was quite impressive. And some of the cheerleading moves were nifty. Oh, and the best part was when Ned pulled out his underpants. That actually was really funny.

So Sara finally gets there after they finish and we scramble around getting our costumes on and everything. It was kind of annoying because they kept haranguing us through the whole thing. Some people were really rude. *glare* Well, whatever. Everybody seemed to think the minuet dance was stupid but they liked Tara (of course) and I think when Sara and Libby did their Irish dancing some people started getting impressed. You could just tell because some of the heckling gave way to ... I don't know, impressed noises. Sarah and Danika's was awesome, of course... but apparently one of the milkshakes found its way to Taifur. That's not cool. I don't think he drank any spam though, so it's ok. I liked the tango - it was just so fun to do. But someone called out something, and it wasn't even insulting, but it really bothered me. Struck a nerve, you might say. I should probably spend some quality time away from Bah. It just sucks. But I managed to keep a straight face during the whole thing (w00t) and kept up fairly well during Eric's indian dance. Oh man, it was so awesome. Eric did really well with everything, the geisha too. And then we did Tara's death scene and even though all the rose petals were on one side, I think it worked out, and even though I felt I had to clench my teeth around the glowstick so I couldn't get my mouth all the way open, I think it probably looked awesome. And then we finished with the time warp and a bunch of people laughed. Actually, we got quite a few laughs, it was awesome. That's how you know it was successful.

The juniors (eh, give or take a few kiddoes, they were all juniors) were declared the winners. Whatever. I think we all know who the true winners were. Haha. Eh, I kid. But our team did a really good job and I'm really proud of what we did - and what I did. It's a nice feeling, accomplishing something like that.

Afterwards we took stuff to cars and headed off to Sara's house - it was Danika, Eric, Sara, Libby, me, and the three Chaffins. We watched Sara's video of Abu Dhabi and talked. Danika fell asleep on the couch and the Chaffins left, but Sara and Eric and Libby and I all talked until 4:30 in the morning. It was amazing. And then Eric took Danika and Libby and I home. Libby lives too far away for her own good. And I now have a curfew of 1:00 AM. That works.

moo

August 6 and August 14 look like good nights to see On the Spot. Michelle Miracle, Sarah Kirwin, and Carl Anderson are all good players. I've heard good things about Shelley from my parents. Eric Farone (who owns Bovine) is of course an awesome host, as is Carl Wedell. Though I don't know about this "Rick R" character. *snicker*

i almost love this town when i'm by your side

So tonight, rather than cavorting with my nerdy friends, as I've been doing lately, I went with my parents to see ACE. Best. Improv. Ever. Seriously, they're awesome. The group consists of three people (an American, a Canadian, and an Englishman) and they're just... good. You must all see them. So funny.

Tomorrow I'm hanging out with Greg. It should be fun. If the dance-off group wants me, they'll have to call my cell or something to get ahold of me. Maybe I should advise them of this fact.

A few days ago I got my housing info from Boulder, including the names and mailing addresses of my roommates. One of them lives in Europe or something, maybe on a U.S. military base; her state abbreviation is AE. The other one lives in Broomfield, so nothing too out of the ordinary there. Just another fellow Coloradan.

I think I'm going to give up on the gmail account. Just use it for automated stuff and a website mailing address and my subscriptions to xanga and newsletters and whatnot. It's too difficult to get all my friends to change their address books. And then Justin (Claire's Justin) posted a link on how evil and diabolical google's mail is. Whatever.

I'm too tired to think right now. Bah.

I'm so tired... I haven't slept a wink

Well, Eric hasn't, anyway.

It's been an interesting week. Buffy is gone, so when I returned home (at 12:50 in the am) Kasha let out a solitary disgruntled bark before shuffling off to bed, and my parents were presumably undisturbed.

This is another reason to love the laptop; instead of hogging me mum's computer, I can just type away on my own before I go to bed. And in the comfort of my very own room!

Mosque today was cool. I'm glad I went. It was Sara, Eric, Chaffin, Danika, and I. There was much moving about and praying and such. I liked it, even if I didn't follow it too well. The arabic was very pretty even though I didn't understand it.

Our dance... will be awesome.

Tonight we watched Star Trek VI, supposedly "the best" star trek movie, though I liked IV, and the next gen movies are fun too. Like the one where they go back in time, that's a good one. I like the drunk inventor of warp speed. But it was good. Gotta love Shatner, he's so bad it's good. Just like the libertarian candidate.

Ian gave me a ride home. Props to Ian. And apparently he remembers Melissa Jackson, little sister to my best friend in fifth and sixth grades. She was, apparently, in his same grade. It all makes sense.

Carram board, or however you spell it, is awesome. I must learn how to play it better.

dog from HELL

Hoo boy. Well the layout SHOULD have been changed Monday, but blogger was being a butthole and refused to publish itself. How sad. Eh. If I had been less lazy I would have come on to post something before now anyways.

I've now decided that Sara is awesome. That's right, AWESOME!

I think some of my recent confusion stems from... eh, I dunno, it's just one of those "things" I get. I get restless at times and bored, so I idolize people or situations, and it's just a way to get away from the present. Did that make any sense? No, of course it didn't, why do I even ask. At any rate, I've decided that Greg is cool and I'll call him sometime. We should go see a movie. Fahrenheit 911, perhaps?

Speaking of which, I blame my inability to participate in the movie going festivities on the dog we are currently watching over, Buffy (AKA Evildog). Buffy has been quite an annoyance to our family. I've decided that when I get older, I'm getting a cat. Dammit. A cat.

Buffy, oh lovely doggie that she is, has:

• not eaten her food, making us worry
• sat next to me on the couch, making me uncomfortable
• raided my bathroom garbage for - ewness - dirty pads, strewing them about the house and forcing me to pick up the bloody remains and carry them back to the trashcan (ewewewewew... but it gives me much pleasure to gross you, the reader, out similarly)
• pulled the butter off the table and started eating it
• gotten diarrhea
• peed in the house three times in two different places
• farted up a storm in mom's office upstairs
• tried to mount Kasha

Oh goody. Her owner comes to pick her up tomorrow. I can't wait!

Now don't get me wrong, she's a sweet dog and as bad as she is, she's just a dog, she can't help it if she's evil. But still.