Saturday, December 8, 2007

Remind, Remember, Um, Something Else That Starts With "R"...

Remind me never to make friends with crazy, psychopathic nutcases again. Please! Really. I was taking a nap, because frankly I feel dead, and then my phone rings. I didn't bother to look who was calling, I just picked up. 
"Hello?"
*Muted background crowd noises*
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
 "Hello?"
"Who is this?"
Now, at this point, I'm a little weirded out. Not going to lie, it's a little strange when you call someone and ask who you're calling. Still, I told 'mystery person' who I was. 
"You're a bitch."
"What?"
"Why aren't you at speech and debate?"
At this point, I realize it's Darin. Or possibly Hendrik. Or both. And, even though I had explained that I had a 3-hour choir rehearsal and couldn't come to the tournament, they decided to call and see why I wasn't there. After the two of them (I think it was the two of them; the voice kept changing) yelled at me for not being there, Darin told me I sucked and hung up. This is why you all need to keep me from making more crazy friends. It's crazy!

Yeah. Oh, wow. Last night was fantastic. I didn't have dry-land, which was nice, seeing as I'm still sore from Thursday's dry-land. But then I went to go see Beowulf with Patrick. Amazing. The movie was good, but it was made all the better with Packy there. I love that boy. Anyway, we were there like 15 or 20 minutes before the movie started, so we got to watch all the stupid pre-preview shows. Thankfully, the theatre was nearly empty, so no one yelled at us for all our smart remarks during that bit. We had an abundance of them. We made smart remarks during the movie, too. Just more quietly. Hahaha, my personal favorite was about Grendel's mother. Hrothgar was honoring Beowulf for "killing" Grendel's mother. They both knew that he hadn't killed her, and had, in fact, slept with her. But Hrothgar said something to the effect of "Beowulf laid the deamon's mother in it's grave." So I turn to Packy and say, "Define 'laid'." He was in semi-silent peals of laughter for about 3 minutes. It made me laugh. Also, during the credits, they played the more modern version of this stupid semi-love song that was in the movie. So I groan about that. Patrick says "Oh, yeah. The vikings had all sorts of love songs. Like that one they were singing when Grendel attacked." For the record, it was a very racy song involving virgins and their female relatives. "Good thing that wasn't a love song." Every witty, he replies, "Yeah, a making love song." It made me laugh. I adore that boy. It's really a pity I only see him like once a year. 

Then I went up to Belmar and skated with the gang for Marchel's sort-of birthday. It was way fun. I love ice skating, even though I'm not very good at it. Oh, well. 

Ok, well, I'd best do something like homework. Or sleep. I'm so tired!
~the supreme ruler of the universe

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