Spirit Week, an Imaginary Left Hook, and the Dakota Fanning Marathon

Before I sink into an explanation of the above title, I would like to comment a bit on two things: the rest of the Pro-Life trip, and my ongoing illness.

The Pro-Life march went well...it wasn't as cold that day as it had been the day before, and there were plenty of interesting people to look at and things to take pictures of. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera on the bus, so Joe let me use his digital camera and he carried a sign. I got to carry the sign for awhile, but I got tired of it quickly, and returned it to him. Some of the people in our group made up a chant that they gladly shouted for the benefit of everyone around, oh, and another highlight! One man was wandering around, dressed like Jesus...no shoes or anything. Craziness.

The bus ride home was considerably shorter; we got back to St. Barnabas only about an hour and a half after our itinerary stated that we would. I will say again that it is impossible to compare this trip to the two previous ones...it was so different...but it was good in its own way and I'm really glad that I went.

As for my illness, well...either I'm truly sick, or I'm allergic to cheerleading; either answer would make perfect sense. Now, I might be vain sometimes...admittedly...but it sure brings a person down a few notches when everyone at school makes one of the following comments:

a) "You don't look so good today."

b) "Are you on cold medication?"

c) "You look really pale. No, I mean really pale. And when I say pale, I'm not talking Vogue-I'm-pale-because-I'm-cool-and-I-can-get-away-with-it, no, I'm talking vampire-before-I-suck-someone's-blood-pale. You should really go home."

Honestly, I have never had so many of these, er, "compliments" in my life.

And on top of it all, I have to deal with continuous ignorance, idiocy, and all around bitchiness from certain members of an organization of which I am an unwilling member. It really WAS a lot of fun before, as Sarah said. It was. And somethings are still cool...ahem...who has a full scorpion without a front spot? Yay for Sarah and Caroline and Jen and me. But other parts, well...that's where the "imaginary left hook" comes in. I wish I had a real left hook, but then again, I'd probably get in trouble for its overuse. Then again, Leebs did mention something about enjoying seeing some of the cheerleaders play Russian Roulette. Ahh it was a classic, almost blissful statement. Sigh...ah, ok, my anger has subsided for a bit. Until tomorrow morning, at least. I told Leebs I wasn't cheering today because of my sickness...the only reason I'm going to school at all is so that I don't miss more tests and to be there for my stunt group because we're rehearsing our big routine for Friday's pep rally, which is coming along rather crappily, I might add. Meh I really don't need this.

Speaking of the pep rally Friday...this Spirit Week is running along an interesting pathway. Pajama Day, a Monday tradition, was followed with Camo Day...an interesting choice on the part of the Student Council, and I'm allowed to say that because I am a member. But, as one representative pointed out, lots of the guys who never partake in any spirit activity showed up today decked out in, well, what they usually wear. Ha, I suppose someone had a good idea.

Now for what was undoubtedly the most confusing part of my title for this evening: The Dakota Fanning Marathon. Sadly, such a grand title masks a slight disappointment of a story. If anyone watched much of the lead-up to the Golden Globes, they might know that Kathy Griffin was making a continuous joke about young Dakota Fanning being in rehab (note to the slow people -- she's not!) Well, tell that to my sister and her friends...they are having a marathon dedicated to Dakota, in remembrance of her good days. Yes, they know it was just a joke...and yet...they continue on. I have in front of me a list of movies that they are renting for the occasion.

Somehow, I think that mental illness runs somewhat strongly in my family.

Just kidding.

Actually, I'm not kidding at all, I just want you to think that I am.

Or am I lying?

Or is this the lie?

Ok, I'm sooo done.

Off to do my monumental amounts of homework, perhaps take a nap. Yeah, right. Gilmore Girls is on the horizon...and it's going to be good :-D

Everyone read Girls in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood. On second hand, all girls read it. And boys, if you're brave.

Tootles.

Natalie