"so fuck it all, 'cause i don't care..."

so yeah. we didn't make State. our performance went awesomely, and in critique all the of the judges seemed to like us, but apparently one of them was a lying bitch... 'cause in their individual rankings, we got placed 1st, 2nd, and 5th, respectively. ....5TH?! okay, 4th or something I could even understand... but the two plays that placed last overall (we placed 2nd overall) SUCKED ASS. Massive ass. We should've at least beat those, especially with the comments from the bitch who gave us 5th, but no. Gah. Really, what we SHOULD'VE gotten, at the very least, was 1st-2nd-2nd, but yeah.


so Gull Lake is going to State instead, with their theatrical rendition of Orwell's 1984. Which, I guess... I mean, they were okay. Their set was fucking AWESOME, as always... the acting was a bit weak, though, and the cutting of the play seemed bad at parts (2 minutes in with characters that just met... "I love you!" Um, what the fuck?) but overall it WAS a gorgeous effect. biggest annoyance -- they got an assload of Superior awards for mostly for things that, um, no one else HAD. "Projections Crew"? "Media Crew"? Um, yeah.


Friday night when we got to Ann Arbor I was dreading my rooming accomodation because of who they were with, but one of the crew girls had her own room by chance, so she let me switch in with her. Worked out pretty well.


But yeah, Saturday basically sucked ass. I spent the who day hanging around with people who I felt couldn't care less about whether I was there since they never acknowledged my existence... basically a lot of feeling useless and unwanted. For a while I was hanging out with this guy I knew who WOULD actually talk to me, but then I made a slight criticism of the lobby display he painted (yeah, I'm sorry, it looked like shit, learn to mask things off so you can have actual straight lines, dipshit) he got all pissy and refused to talk to me for the rest of the day. His loss, I suppose -- the night before, he'd given me his Beowulf comparison paper to proofread, and he never came and talked to me to get it back. It's due Tuesday and his was handwritten. Ah well, not my problem...


I also fell down the stairs of the auditorium we were competing at, pulling a muscle in the back of my left leg (while everyone I was with walked off and left me lying there on the stairs whimpering... thanks guys), and during load-in at 12:30 AM someone managed to club me in the back of the head with something large and heavy and metal, so yeah, I have a 4-inch-across lump on the back of my head and I can't walk right today. Happy days.


Oh, and the Lakeshore Forensics team, or at least about a dozen members of such, had a total of over $250 stolen. We all left our stuff in our homeroom, and anyone who left their wallet came back after awards ceremony to find it open with all of their cash gone. One girl had $63 of her own money (that is, not parent-given for food) stolen. I'm just glad that A). they didn't find/take my iPod, and B). I had my $70 with me all day. Yeah, and MIFA and Dexter (the school we were at) refuses to do anything about it. Which really fucking sucks. We were really nice to all the schools, gave them all valentines and handed out candy, and what do we get? Fucking robbed. It's bullshit. I don't know who did it... homerooms aren't locked and avyone can go in there... we know Litchfield was in there at one point, but they wrote all this stuff complimenting us on our performance on the board, and it seems really weird that they'd do it... so yeah, I don't know. It's bad. Oh, and my mother bitched at me for offering to buy dinner for the people who had all their money stolen and therefore couldn't eat.


I feel bad for saying it, but I'm almost glad that Forensics is over. This year fucking sucked.