Homecoming @ MindSay 
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Homecoming, total pain in the ass.
But an essential highschool experience.
Here's how it went down.
At the school at 8 in the morning. Worked a bunch, ate scrambled eggs halfway through the day. Talked to Jon Paul. Just friends officially. Watched a little of the game. Tried to paint faces. Nighthawks won! Went home 4:45-5:00. Tried to paint faces. Ate pizza, got ready for the dance.
Black tights, black leggings, black skirt, black shirt, black wings, black headband, silver and black heels, silver moon earrings and necklace, silver chain. Black mascara.
So the dance, now.
Got there half an hour early, just in case some Leadership stuff had to be done. People start showing up. Hang out with Carissa and Kayla the most at first. Can't help but glance at Dylan every so often. Most of the time what I see kinda is a little jealousy-inducing. Him hugging or swinging around some girl or another. But he's so cute I can't not look.
Jon Paul asks for a dance the next slow dance. I say sure, I figure I owe it to him. A slow song comes up, he's not around. So I dance with JR. JR askes where the other Michelle is, so we look for her but can't find her.
Hehehe. Dylan comes up, takes my headband. I tell him, 'You can have that if I can get a dance.' He grins. Sure.
Dance with Milly, Michelle, Jazzlyn.
Another slow song. Again JP isn't there, and Sam asks to dance. So we dance, talk, JP walks over so I break it off to dance with him.
JP says I don't have to dance if I don't want to. I say I want to do it for him. He gets pissy and walks off.
Thank god it's a long song.
Dylan walks up, smiling, 'I remembered.' So we slow dance, talk. He seems not only cute and funny, but like a nice guy, too. Ronnie takes pictures. The song ends. I say thanks and pull away. He steps up and hugs me.
No wonder so many girls are crazy about him.
Danced with my friends again. Ronnie takes pictures, blinds us, and is generally annoying. But I'm quiet because I want a copy of the picture he took. Again Dylan comes up. Wraps his arms around my waist so Ronnie can take more pictures. I'm really happy inside.
Of course he doesn't want to date, and is pretty much a huge flirt in general, but I'm ok with that. I'm happy that he'd even smile at me, let alone dance with me and hug me.
End of the dance JP comes up. 'I'm always the one who has to come up, even as friends.' Me- 'You walked away from me' More arguments. It's easier, anyway, to be mad. As opposed to guilty and sorry.
Over all, it was a good dance. Had fun. Danced with the guy I wanted to.
That's not a religious referance; it's just that I forgot homecoming last year so this, which was my first homecoming experience, will, in deed, be my last.
I woke up at about 10. I was supposed to show up for a blackbelt workout...but mueigh. I'll take crap for that on Monday. It's not that I didn't want to be there; I love those...but...date...
Woke up, made a couple of heavy metal cds, showered, dressed, called Jessica. She was ready. She was the only one that didn't drop the ball. I picked her up and went to go pick up the Aerosol child, but, of course, he wasn't there, and our LaserAssault reservation was in a half hour. So I drive around for a while explaining to Jessica how much this wasn't part of the plan, when I get a call from that turd asking where I am. What a n00b!
Picked him up, picked Bree up, went to Laser Assault. The other four hadn't showed up yet. They finnally did, and we managed to get a half hour of playing in. Went back home...Taylor and Clegg forgot lunch for their dates. Aerosol and I stalled for them as long as we could. We watched Oh Brother Where Art Thou and brought them down lunch. Half the group decided the movie wasn't date appropriate. Jessica didn't care, therefore, I didn't either ^_^
Since we were behind schedule so far, we had to call Erin up and pray she wasn't too busy to move her appointment up two hours. I guess it helped that she's at home with Zoe all day still. I felt bad, but she didn't seem to mind so much. We dropped the girls off, and I helped Mom any way I could while I put Dinner together. Showered, changed, got pretty, forgot rolls. Went and bought rolls in my suit and bowtie. Ich been ein j'sui boku wa ookii n00b desu.
That reminds me; I need to learn Greek.
Since I was late picking Jessica and Bree up (they both did their thing at Bro B's house), I didn't bother going to get William first; I just headed over. As it turns out, they weren't ready, and Sister Borup wanted pictures of all of us, so, before I even saw the girls, I headed BACK out to grab Aerosol and bring him back. They STILL weren't ready. Somehow I imagine that had more to do with Bree than with Jessica. Just a hunch.
They came down, and Bro B wouldn't look me in the eye, no doubt remembering the crap he gave me last year at the homecoming game with Casie Grospeck. They got their pictures. We were only...again...twenty minutes late for pictures.
We had originally planned to do pictures at the Castle Theatre, but seeing as how it was rained out, we did it in my living room. I won't make that mistake again; there was no room. But the pictures turned out great. We high-tailed it over to Restaraunt d'Campbell, where Bree was getting freaky with Maddie. It was a sight to see. Forgot the rolls in my car -_-'
The dance was held in an unknown location on the far side of the lake.
"It's not unknown! I know....where it is!!"
That's not only HILARIOUS because of the BSG referance; I had actually been out there and knew where it was. 103 miles since my fillup on Friday. Son of a
The dance itself....I need to stop dating ballroom dancers....like...I REALLY need to stop dating ballroom dancers. I know every last stinking one of them is frakking BEAUTIFUL, but I always feel like such a n00b when all I know how to do is Waltz, Ginga, and an abridged, n00bular form of the samba. It's ESPECIALLY emberassing when I have to clap my hands for twenty seconds before I can be sure I can use one dance or the other for that particular measure...or cout...or whatever the %#!! it's called.
I'm sore.
All in all, it's just another brick in the...wait...WAIT A MINUTE!
Okay, let me try that again. Ahem...
All in all, it was a success. My measure of success has never changed: If the young lady in question had a good time, it was a sucess. Thus, success was pretty much inevitable, because Jessica is having fun no matter where she is or what she's doing. I love that girl! I love everybody in that group! Despite the hurried, monotonous tone this entry had, I really did have a great time. Spending that much time with someone who legitimately wanted to be there with me did wonders for me. Pretty much salvaged a shitty week.
I almost made it to the end of this post without swearing. Oh well ^_^;;;
So...quick update.
A number of students from Lindon tested to their next rank today, including three of my students. Everybody passed, even though I did make them fix the suggestions on their papers before I gave them their belts. Brian and Gill did very well, which was a releif, because they only put forth good effort sometimes. I never doubt their ability of their skill, which is why I reccomended them, but they often don't try very hard. Hailey, on the other hand, I didn't worry about one bit. Her technique isn't perfect, for lack of power and deep stances, but she ALWAYS tries. She shows up for class every time and she's always excited to learn. Now if only her parents would feed her.
Aside from those three, I reccomended Rylee, who was probably best qualified for the promotion, but he wasn't able to make it for some reason. I'm going to ask Mrs. West if I can test him privately, because he deserves to be at the head of the class.
From the Adults class, Ryan tested. For some reason, her mother and Mrs. West have been cracking down on her rather harshly, whereas I think she's doing great, one of the best in the class, actually. The vests tested, which is good. Sydney pretested, but she's not even close yet. I need to work with her on her short-spears, and she needs to learn the names of her forms, and get more comfortable with them. It's too bad I'm not going to be able to stay for the Saturday class, not that I'd get a chance to work with the redbelts anyway.
So I filmed the AF game. It was an entertaining...well...not an entertaining game, exactly. The first and fourth quarters were fun to watch, but by the end of the third I was about ready to cry...not for the reason you think, but that's beside the point. By all rights, I think we should have one, or at least done A LOT better than we did. Our offense had it together probably as well or better than theirs, if for no other reason, because we can run more than one play. AF had zero passing game, but that was okay, because they could pull off that same damn run every time, up until the fourth quarter when our defense finnally got it together. I will concede that AF earned every touchdown they got in that quarter, but our defense handed them the rest of the game on a silver platter. That one running back is good...but not seven TD's in one game-good. That, and it's time for us to get a new kicker...and start Skatty. Stewart needs to play second string....or golf.
Even I've got the sense to get rid of the ball on time. Not that trying to pick up a few in a last desperate attempt is a bad idea; usually it's prefered, but not past a certain point of indecision. Christian sees that point a little too often.
AF's marching band kicks ass.
No, really. Better than BYU. It's friggin super bowl.
And their cheerleaders are hot.
Homecoming prep is going well. Things are coming together, and all things considdered, I'm getting off easy in the wallet. It's still a lot of money, but it's reasonable. I'm getting off easier than I did with prom anyway, but back then I could afford it.
The only thing that has yet to be determined still is how we're going to manage lunch if the wheather is too cold or nasty. I'm past the point of apprehension of not having anything planned, but I still don't know how this is going to come across. Jessica is really the only person I'm worried about impressing, and somehow I'm not too nurvous about that, but we'll see. It doesn't help that I don't know her incredibly well. But hey, we did this same activity for her seventh birthday, so at least I've got that on my side. I worry a little about Kim, but she's so happy-go-lucky anyway, I'm sure things will work out there too. Besides that, I don't answer to Kim, and much less do I answer to the other two. I'm not the female expert, but I think the measure of the success of a group date doesn't reflect on the dynamics of the group so much as it does the individual male escort.
And even if I'm wrong about any of that, it will come across as Taylor's fault -_-'
Now, if only they would pick some place ON THIS SIDE OF THE LAKE to host homecoming >_>
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