Act Naturally

The Spanish competencia went well, I suppose, though I accidentally skipped an entire line of the second poem I had to recite. I ended up getting an honorable mention, nothing new for me. I should write a book and call it Honorable Mention. I actually have a few titles planned for books I'm going to write someday. No idea about the content, just the titles: Fluourescent Cheerio (apparently an astronomical term; we had a quiz bowl question about it once); Thirty Pieces of Silver (reference to the price Judas was paid for the betrayal of Christ, a concept I'd like to deal with); and Penguin of Consciousness (the Flomester gets credit for this one; she depicted Freud's psyche as an iceberg, with the unconscious underwater and the tip of the iceberg as the conscious mind, complete with cartoon penguin).

Last night my mom and I worked concessions at the Auburn-Boylan basketball game. My sister was playing in the band, and my dad came to hang out, though he's not a big fan of basketball, so the whole family was there. It was Senior (K)Night, so at halftime of the sophomore game, they introduced all the "senior scholars," senior participants in winter sports who maintain a certain GPA or something like that. I guess I should say "sports," in quotes, because Will was honored for quiz bowl. It was kind of funny, but nice. Next year, of course, a whole group of us will be there: Tyler, Ross, Ryan, Patrick, Adam, and me, assuming we meet the requirements (I highly doubt that will be a problem). Will and his parents worked concessions, too, along with Ryan's parents, Ross' mom, Phil's dad, Matt's mom, Tyler, and Tori Langley's mom (Tori's not in quiz bowl; I think she was with Booster Club). They're all nice people, although it got pretty crowded and crazy in that little area, especially during breaks, when there would be an onslaught of people buying food. Some girl asked us if there were any vending machines. I hope I was polite, but my face may have given away my thoughts: "Um, hello? What's in a vending machine that we're not selling?" Phil's dad is pretty funny; he kept commenting on how salty the popcorn was, and offering tastes to everyone. The band was pretty good; they played some pop/rock hits from the last few years, like "Stacy's Mom" and "All the Small Things," which was different but nice.

Tonight should have been my Josh Groban concert, and then it should have been the winter dance, and then it should have been a night out with friends, but the concert was postponed, and dance plans kind of disintegrated, and I haven't heard from Ellen or April or anyone, so it looks like a lonely night for me...maybe I'll watch Gone With the Wind.