Late Nights

I haven't posted for the past two days because I didn't get home until after midnight, at which point I figured there really wasn't much point, since it was actually tomorrow.

As far as Friday goes, Harry and I had a lovely conversation about celeste cues during rehearsal. I think he's finally gotten the hang of standard speech. Now, I just have to work up enough guts to have a serious discussion about his excessive pedaling, which I really probably shouldn't, it's just that it doesn't sound good! The Fugue for Tin Horns is supposed to be bouncy! After all, it's a fugue, not a dirge.

Dirge was, by the way, an SAT word that I learned over the summer that was actually on the PSAT. It made me extremely happy.

Then, yesterday was Halloween. I went to Nyx's house and participated in delightful activities like "Soda Pong," which is, really, quite quaint. Then we went trick-or-treating, because, really, you can never be too old for that. At one point, Kathrya and Cammie were singing "He Had It Coming," or whatever it's called, from Caberet, as we approached a group of skankily dressed teens. Then, right when they finished, Chelsea and Selena attacked them with silly string and the entire group bolted.

Ginny, Lysander and I had been lagging, but we did our best to keep up. I went sprinting after Samurai Nyx, who was in front of me. The group we'd attacked made a good chase.

"Who are you? Wanna fight?" they called.

"Sure," I yelled over my shoulder. "We have one sword. What've you got."

They were silent for a moment before someone yelled, "Nothing. Nice pants, though!"

"Thanks!"

The Dodgeball Vendetta

I feel that the best way to start a post about this as-of-yet-unintroduced character is a four word sentence about him: Berk is a jerk.

Well, Berk isn't always a total jerk, but he sure as hell is annoying. We've been playing dodgeball in gym for the past week, and Berk (run in through a translator of the language that Nyx's mom speaks (I think) to English for his last name) has embarked on an extremely personal and rude quest to destroy any of my already meager dodgeballing abilities.

The first day of dodgeball, he did nothing against me, and I contentedly hung out in the back with Kathrya, Chelsea, and Nia. The second day, however, Berk immediately began attacking me, following shouts of "TEAAAAA" with a poorly aimed dodgeball. The situation was made more ridiculous by the fact that I'm fairly certain that he could have thrown a lot harder, he was just enjoying the theatrical effect of making me squirm. Chelsea says that her favorite part of this day was when Nia was standing in front of me (not that she blocks much, considering our height difference) and Berk yelled "Duck! I'm trying to hit Tea!" The numerous attempts continued the next day, which Berk finished by going in for some strange sort of handshake that is understood only by him, involving some sort of hands to elbows to high fives to a whole lot of confused Tea.

Today, we played the juniors, but he politely announced that, even though we were on the same team, he would find some way to hit me. He accomplished this be grabbing my shoulders and ducking behind me, distracting me enough that I got hit with a dodgeball that wasn't even going that fast. This injury, however, was not as bad as the one sustained when Eli dodged out from in front of me and the high velocity ball going after him slammed into my leg, resulting in a strange bullseye pattern that took hours to fade.

In other news, this video is entirely hilarious

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