Agh, so sore...And so glad homecoming is over.
Monday: Decorating stuff and TPing the school. For having never done it before, I was surprisingly good. >>;
Tuesday: "Twin day" was the theme. The seniors all wore pink t-shirts that said "Yup, in my PINK TEE". It stems from the homecoming debacle of last year, when the then-sophomores-now-juniors decided they had a sense of entitlement and began to tread on the seniors' traditions. This year, for the class color day, we seniors thought it would be clever to do tie-dye. The juniors had a hissy fit because they proclaimed it was their idea, so they decided to do white to boycott all color. Their shirts read "Yup, in my WHITE TEE"...yeah, you can see where we had our fun.
What was funny was seeing the reactions from the juniors to them. "Don't you dare talk to us with that shirt on!" a duo said. Good God it was hilarious.
Wednesday: TOGA TOGA TOGA TOGA! "Decade day" was the theme, and seniors picked Roman times because our original idea for a toga day got shot down. We did a group shot (two missing, we dunno where) in AP art. I enjoy my little Kevin Murphy-esque hand gesture.
Thursday: Class color day, along with the pep rally. Being in the band, it was a bit surreal to see the juniors in their white and the seniors in their tie-dye standing next to each other in the bleachers from our balcony view. The senior, sophomore, and freshmen classes booed at the juniors when they went up for the tug-of-war, which was amazingly fantastic. Of course, band is the neutral party and didn't do any booing. I just screamed for the seniors, that's all.
Best part, however, was our drum captain Dave winning homecoming king. Is he a jock? No. Is he the guy people riff on? Nope. He's just...you know, not in that loop. It all started at lunch a few weeks ago, when we had to write down a boy and a girl we wanted for homecoming nominations. Our group was about to not do it, until we came up with the idea to put Jazz (who's in the toga pic above as the one on the desks) and Dave. You know, just 'cause. "JAZZ-DAVE '08!" was our slogan, and it spawned out from there. They made it to the big list, then the semi-finals, and then...yeap.
Right after school, I darted home to e-mail the senior night band t-shirt design...Then I came back at 3:30 for tech club. As we began to prime the set for painting, Ryu began asking for nicknames for the backs of the club shirts.
Ryu: "Kat, what do you want?!"
Kat: "I don't know! I don't have a nickname!"
Ryu: "Pick one!" (We were shouting across the auditorium, by the way.)
Kat: "Grrrr...Missy, pick something."
Missy: "Uh, uh - Crow!"
Kat: "..."
Ryu: "Okay, Crow then!"
I'm Crow.
At five was the senior spaghetti dinner. That was a good time. Seven, I went out and bought hair gel, and by the time I got home and plopped in the front of the laptop, I realized I was exhausted. And it was only 8.
Friday: Blue and white day (school colors). This was also my pre-Halloween test run day to see how well I could spike my hair. For only spending ten minutes on it, half of which was devoted to putting color in, I think it went well. People seem to like me with spiky hair, and I had a little photo-op demanded of me in AP art.
It hit me third hour that I was wiped and essentially running on negative. Three sessions with the bass drum the previous day (morning practice, pep rally, and then an hour rehearsing the field show), painting, and running the spaghetti dinner completely killed me. By the time the homecoming parade rolled around, I was ready to collapse. Luckily, we got out of school at 2 rather than 2:30, so I came home and slept until 5 before darting back to school for the game.
Homecoming football game with our glorious sucky team...We lost! Wooh! 21 to 0, haha. It was combo high-middle school band night, so the drumline was on the track rather than in the bleachers to make room. After playing "Gimme Some Loving" (which is just constant eighth notes on bass drum), my arms were screaming at me and asking what the hell I was doing. But this was just the break between the JV and varsity games, wooh. I was able to pull through, though.
I heard a great story from Phil, a sophomore on mellophone who is also a Doctor Who fan and who I loaned some MST to and got him into it. He told me of a moment in class, where he was talking to some kid whose life goal is to get high and such...Anyways, the kid asked Phil if he was on any drugs. And going off a joke we made Thursday in band...
Phil: "Oh yeah, I'm on MST."
Kid: "Woaaaaah!"
Phil: "Yeap, MST3K."
Kid: "Woah! Dude! You gotta hook me up!"
I love the younger generation.
Slept from roughly 11:30pm to 12:30pm today. =D; I never looked forward to sleeping in like I had all week to today. Got work tonight, so unless I get off early, I won't be able to make Anime Club.
I'm going to shut up now.
