Homegoing.

Well, Brookwood lost Homecoming to Royal. Again. I think the last time we won our homecoming game, I was in elementary school. (And I don't think I've ever attended a winning Brookwood game. I'm a jinx. Seriously. I spent a portion of the game on the Royal side of the field--mingling with the enemy--and we were winning. Then I was dragged (quite literally) away from my new enemy friends back over to the Brookwood side, and we lost.) Do you know that we've never beaten Royal? Another interesting fact--Royal sucks. Last year they'd gone the entire season without a win. But, guess who they beat? Yup. Us.

Enough 'o that. Saturday, I was supposed to hand out papers in the Oktoberfest parade (nothing thrilling, but it's fun nonetheless) and then go to the Homecoming Dance. I had threats on my life if I didn't go. o_O But I woke up and I could barely breathe. I stumbled downstairs and got to the nebulizer as soon as I could.

Say, on a scale of one to ten, ten is a deep, normal breath. Yeah, I was breathing about a 2. Maybe a 1. So I got a treatment of that, and overdosed quite a bit on my regular inhaler (not that anyone actually follows the directions of how long you're supposed to wait between hits). Either way, there was no way I was going on a three mile hike with a bag 'o newspapers over my shoulder. (Sorry Cassie!) I still felt like crap by the end of the day, so I had to cancel on Homecoming too. Luckily, I was informed that the death threats were cancelled due to my annoying illness. =)

Fortunately, I woke up this morning with lungs that actually worked, to a certain degree. So I went to CranFest--yes, a festival of cranberries--it's hard to explain if you don't live in the area. (Keep in mind we're the same county that has Black Squirrel and Wood Turtle Days...) So, by tomorrow, I should be healthy enough.

I don't really watch TV a lot anymore--there isn't a whole lot worth watching these days. But ever once in a while, a show sucks me in, whether I want it to or not. The O.C. managed it last year. (Yes, it's a drama. Shut up. Beneath all of the sickening fashion crap the media is always covering about the show, there really is some greatness. Oh, shut up. ^^;; ) I think it's happening again. I almost never watch UPN, but today, I felt like seeing if there was anything on that could hold my attention better than Extreme Home Makeover. (Ok, it's not a bad show. But I didn't feel like watching the full 2 hours of it tonight.) So I spun the dial--yes, dial, my TV is ancient, and I love it--around to C--that's channel 23, UPN, exclusive to my bedroom, as it doesn't come in downstairs. And a weird show was on that caught my attention. So I watched it. It's called
Veronica Mars and it's...well...odd.

I like odd things.

Between this and The O.C., I might just have to buy a damn VCR to record these things. I always work when they air.

The Zombie Says "Unnggg..."

Back away! I'm highly contageous.

Ok, probably not. But I do have an annoying cold that's sucking away from my brain functions and turning it into snot to give tissues a purpose on this earth. This is probably the worst time to get sick, because even if I became deathly ill tomorrow, nobody'd believe me. They'd all think I'm just trying to get out of marching in the Homecoming parade. Gaarr...

So, that's pretty much it. My brain is leaking out my nose, and Homecoming's this weekend.

This update brought to you in part by the letter 4.

To Go Back To Where I Was Would Just Be Wrong--I'm Pressing On

News from the "Why didn't anyone tell me?" department. Turns out someone that I liked for a really long time (most of the people that read this thing know who that was) actually did like me at some point. o_O;; Interesting how things turn out.

But I'm not going to get hung up on that as I'm much less pathetic than I was way back then. (see also: still very pathetic, not all that long ago) I blew my chance, no reason to dwell on it. =)

That being said, the football game last night was fun. Mainly since I spent over half the game down in in the parking lot hanging out with Nick and John and Dawn and Martin. The game itself sucked. Bangor owned us, 60-8. Sixty to eight. That's just wrong. But at least I got to see a few people who'd gone off to La Crosse for college that I hadn't seen in a while. Afterwards we (crossing Dawn and Nick off the list and replacing their names with Merril and Lacy) went to Martin's house for a while. 'Round three in the morning I came back home and got up far too early (9:30) and so, I think I shall sleep till three tomorrow to make up for this err in judgement.

(Continued at 10:03 - everything before was at 8:11)

So anyway. I'm at Cody's now, and my train of thought is completely gone. So this is as good a place of any to end this post.