Well, okay, we beat God. Jenny and I.

Yeah, I know the look you're giving me. Stop it. Stop it now.

Today was a kind of bittersweet meet. Jenny and I did fantastically, and beat some of our stiffest competition one-on-one, yet we got seventh place. One more point and we would have been in the final round. We should have been in the final round because somebody dropped out randomly! We were like, what the hell? 'Cause unless you're on your death bed, you don't generally drop out of a round in the middle of the day, especially when you've made it to finals!

So. Basic breakdown of the day:

Round One: In a completely new group of people. We haven't seen any of them before. We're possibly the only experienced team in there (everyone else seemed really shaky). Score? 1/100.

Round Two: See one group that we've seen before (Lurker), but otherwise they're all new again (there were about 35 duos there this week. Largest group yet), though they all seemed to have a better grasp on things than the people in the last round. Judge seems to think we need to be more emotional. Score: 3/98

Round Three: Jenny and I really pushed the time on this one. We have between seven and ten minutes to perform. First round was 9:32, second 9:37, this round 9:57. Whoo boy. And in this round, we had some of our stiffest competition. I don't think I've been in a stiffer competition this year. We were up against God and Anniversary, two duos that have been doing extremely well, along with a group from our first round (Dud Wars) and...another group that I'm forgetting at the moment. Oh, wait. An 'Importance of Being Earnest'. Score: 1/100 (compared to Anniversary's 2/99 and God's 4/97!)

Had lunch. Hung out with everyone. Consoled people as we saw postings and saw no-one was breaking. Finally see that we made it to semis. Yea!

Semis: God, this is a tough round. We're up against Your Mother's Butt, The Kissing Scene, a really powerful piece that I hadn't seen before about a man who goes off and has a one-night stand with another man and his (the first man) wife freaks out and uses language that I refuse to repeat, the scene that pissed me off last week about the wife who wants her husband to have sex with her, and then a funny, though questionably legal, piece about two mental patients. Had me in nearly hysterical laughter. See, one patient is giving the other tips on how to pick up women. The first guy thinks pretending to be a priest is the best way to meet women. He says something like "Y'know, I don't get to meet very many women. I'm a priest." The other guy, who's pretending to be a woman at a bar says, "I don't get to meet very many men. I'm a lesbian." First guy freaks out, saying how a priest couldn't pick up a lesbian, no one could pick up a lesbian. Second dead pans "A lesbian could." Cue hysterical laughter from Angela. It was too good. Jenny and I drew last to perform (bah) and during our piece Jenny's timer (which is in my bag) started going off. Oh my gosh. It was awful. but we were congratulated for not breaking character during that distraction. Scores: 3/98, 4/96.

That's the end of the day for us. Barely Our total score after that round was 492. God's was 493. Grrrr.

And throughout the day I hang out with Jake and Nicole, of course. Sang lots of Chicago songs with Jake since the crew all went out to Grandville last night and saw it. Grr@choir festival which kept me too late so I couldn't see it with them. And beat down the assholes who made some completely innapropriate remarks to Jake and Chris. Ooh. If I had been there...blood would have been shed. Okay, maybe not quite that extreme, but I certainly would have blown up at those asses. God, I feel horrible. Jake and Chris keep drawing the attention of assholes. Almost makes me nervous to go out with Rebecca (though I can see us just getting really lewd comments, what with the average American hetersexual man's obsession with lesbians). But, like I said, almost. Since especially with our first "date", we're gonna be in a group for all/most of the time. There may be a little bit of time in the morning when we're alone but...it'll be first thing in the morning at the mall. Punks don't get up that early ;-)

Eep. Six more days until Friday! I'm gonna freak. Though I'll never be bad as Nicole ;-) I'd like to point out that I was the only one on the bus on the way home who refrained from writing our her feelings for the object of her affection for the whole world to see on the bus windows. No, Nicole, I will never let up on you for your Brian obsession. At least not until you have a conversation with the guy about something besides forensics. And I mean a conversation that doesn't involve Jake or me pulling it along.

Thankfully, she hasn't brought up the whole "you have no room to talk" thing today. Obviously she missed the several huge posts in my diary during my Leila obsession, lol. 'Cause I can get obsessive over people. I just don't stand on the opposite side of the cafeteria from them and stare. I enjoy the subtle approach. 'Cause so far it's been rewarding. I got Rebecca, didn't I? ;-)

And now I'm making no sense...bleh. I'm tired. I'm going in to work with Jenny at some point tomorrow. We're thinking in the morning, since I'll probably have to go see my parents' play in the evening. And then we can't work Monday evening 'cause Jenny has things going on after school and I have Dutch Dance in the evening (curse that! Why can't I have it on Thursday instead of Monday? I'm not going to have anything to do Thursday night. Unless...hey, April, wanna get together that night and work on the spork project? lol)

Ooh, spork project. I can talk about that!

April and I needed something to do in art while everyone did the shadow project that we did last year. Propst suggested we try doing something together. I was hesitant at first since I hate working in group son anything, and how on Earth would April and I find something to agree on in art? I mean, I love things like the spork house (I helped inspire it for god's sake!) but that's not really my style, y'know?

But somehow we came up with the idea to make spork-representations of all our friends. Well, actually, we've given them all very general labels, but those labels happen to be applicable to many of our friends. I think there's only one that we've taken a lot of artistic license with. Here's the list of the sporks I remember:

Feminist spork (me)
Lesbian spork (Rebecca)
G-Spork (Jake...this is the one where we're using artistic license)
Gay Spork (Chris. 'Cause we needed a place for him!)
Coke Spork (April)
Thespian Spork (Brad)
TV Spork (Amanda. Not Amanda, though)
Reader Spork (Nicole)
Caffeinated Spork (Britt)
Artist Spork (Dana)
Swimmer Spork (John)
British Spork (Emily)
Perry Spork (...Perry)
Holy Spork (Laura)
And...there are lots more. Well, maybe not lots, but several more that aren't coming to mind immediately. April and I are working on designing all the sporks now, and we're going to sort of build a replica of JP's. We're gonna get some wood and paint it like two of the walls of JPs. And we're just gonna generally kick ass with this. It may not address an issue like Propst originally suggested, but we're having fun. And I'll have plenty of other opportunities to explore issues (controversially happy ones. I'm gonna get into that, especially after my angsty first piece) this year.

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--Angela

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