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Meaninglessness in a fancy box
Been too long since I've written a spontaneous entry in here. Need to write in here more. And not just "wow it's been so long since..." kind of entries that mean nothing to anyone anyway, but entries that make me proud for having written them. That doesn't happen very often. Starbucks coffee is disgusting. I don't think I've tasted anything so similar to melted shit in my life. At first, it was too hot and too bitter and too gritty, and then when it cooled down (after sitting there for, like, the better part of an hour. Maybe the stuff's radioactive) it tasted like sugary sludge. Speaking of sludge, today was just... the worst day to do anything important. (And then they go and cram a tournament and the homecoming dance into the same tiny calendar square, the bastards.) Mud. MUD! It was EVERYWHERE! And I found out this morning that I would be the sole representation of Min's Karate Academy at the tournament (except for my instructor, but he doesn't count). That was a little weird, to say the least. Now, I'd like to say that as the embodiment of the Min's country-handandfist-wayoflife I kicked major Tang Soo Do ass, but, erm... I didn't. A third place trophy in forms and a tie for third (which ended in me losing the trophy, but HEY, they stuck me in the freaking adult category, you can't expect too much) in weapons forms. Man, I wish doing nunchucks at tournaments didn't seem so beginneresque. I'm quite fond of my squeaky nunchucks. (Or numchucks. It depends on what page of the school's info booklet you're looking at. Grandmaster Min isn't one for consistency.) Stupid bow staff. After the tournament, and a brief sojourn at my cousin's house where I spent half an hour addicting myself to DDR (I have... no... sense... of rhythm...), I had exactly one hour to get ready for homecoming. Ser'slay. I flew up the steps, took a bath, fought my pantyhose, put on my dress, did my makeup, and stuck a barrette (one R? Two Rs?) in my hair. Homecoming itself was alright - the only song I actually danced to was the Cha Cha, which I like to dance to, thankyouverymuch, but I did randomly start, er, rocking from side to side (not like you can call it "dancing"). I spent most of the time with Beth (actually... glued to Beth's side), but I did spend some time with the GSA gang. I heart them, I heart them all. Blah. -Adrienne
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