Imaginary Fondue.

I just got home from a [large number]-hour day of school, filming, and some of that good old fashioned frustration. You fall to your knees, cursing to the heavens, "WHY DO THESE PEOPLE ACT LIKE SUCH HIGH SCHOOLERS??" And then you remember.

ASB organized some "Club Week" competitions between the clubs. Some ASB blondie kept breathing down my neck about it, so we did it. My friend won the first round yesterday. Today, we needed three people: two to do the human wheelbarrow, and one to carry an egg on a spoon. Nobody wanted to do it, so I had to make some quick recruits. I was having a difficult time, and Blondie kept being curt and pushing me around... literally. Well, I ended up being the human wheelbarrow and some dude who I've never met was holding my ankles. About five seconds in I toppled over in front of a decent-sized group of peers. Wonderful. Too bad I don't care about their opinions of me since I'm never going to see any of them ever again in about a week. BOO YA.

Today (and yesterday) we had Toby Awards filming/rehearsal until late. ONE person cannot start until 4 o clock, so as a result we ALL have to wait that time, and waste valuable sunlight. Seriously, I never fully appreciated the sun's importance until I started doing this barrage of filming. People... are people. It's tiresome constantly having to cap all digressions, because there are a lot of them. Some people just say things to be funny and end up being distracting, sometimes issues occur in the middle and people go off on extensive conversations. What really annoys me is when they start bringing up irrelevant stuff, like where we're going to eat lunch or if someone should wear lipstick or whether these pills look like real pills blah blah blah. IT DOESN'T MATTER. At all! The awards are THIS Friday and we have less than half of the show done. With any luck we'll get stuff tomorrow. I just wish I wasn't the only one getting people on task. I feel like the mean ol' fuddy duddy telling the children to behave, and it shouldn't be like that. We're a team. We're supposed to look out for one another. And we're supposed to help each other.

Filming is fun; don't get me wrong. It's a lot better than coming home and finding that every item of food in the house has been tagged with a sticky note reading "DO NOT EAT. SAVE FOR FONDUE." Notes left by none other than cottage cheese-thighs herself. What fondue?! And I'm stressed! So I don't give a crap about your imaginary fondue. I'm going to eat this entire block of solid, semi-sweet chocolate.

EEEEE HEEE HEWWWWWW! Some weird bug was crawling on my bed spread. I took a tissue and went to smoosh it, but it just bounced off the spread and into oblivion... somewhere else in my bed. Ahhh! What's even worse is as I was looking for it, I found ANOTHER one (it was shorter...). That one I successfully killed, but I'm still not so hot with the idea of falling asleep and having a Silverfish crawl into my nose and take over my brain, causing my body to do its evil bidding.


"70 on the death ray!"