Came back from what I term Homecoming Dinner at Tara Asia, since I didn't have a ticket to go to actual homecoming. Everyone looked spectacularly nice. I remember what the girls were wearing, and since the guys probably didn't notice and girls spent so much time "primping" I ought to give them credit. Basically the first half of this blog entry is fashion commentary. Not very detailed though, for which I apologize.

-Elissa: Dark blue dress with black lace and a black necklace thingy, similar to those loopy tattoo necklaces but not.

-Janis: Black strapless dress that people kept commenting about and black gloves.

-Silvia: Red dress.. of some sort. Her hair was down, like in her senior photos that she showed me. She was sitting at the end of the table so I didn't really see her really closely.

-Lizzie: High waisted red dress with beading on the bodice, spaghetti straps.

-Cathy: Red dress, darker than Lizzie's, no beading on the bodice. It was sleeveless with a scooped neckline. I think. Nick B said that the two dresses looked exactly the same. Fool. It's not like the red dress pairing was planned.. apparently Cathy and Lizzie had both undeliberately both worn blue dresses to prom too. I say it's not a big deal- there are only so many colors in the world.

-Sharon: V neck sleeveless black dress, and she put her hair up, which is something I actually have not seen before.

-Dena: Black dress with silver stitching going diagonally down across the waist. She curled her hair, which made people comment that she looked like a female Tadzio. In a good way.

-Ranwa: Black shawl and a black dress.

-Ruchita: Lavender dress, which Sarah commented really complimented her complexion.

-Sarah (Gordon): It was black.. all the black dresses are running together in my head. She had curled her hair, and was commenting how much she felt like Emma.


We got 17 people... poor Alex left his ticket at home and had to get it, but he came back. The restaurant was rather crowded with .. everyone else going to homecoming (but presumably not the freshmen, who were rumored to be eating at.. Taco Bell), so we encountered craploads of people we know, like Carmel (in a short dress that looks black but actually turned out to be very very dark blue) and Lili (Sarah said she'd cut her hair so that when she put it in a bun it'd be small enough to fit into the metal spiral thing) and Polomma (purple dress with a high neck) so it took a while to get seats and we were scattered across this long table. My food was weird.. seafood (scallops, mussels, squid or something) in coconut milk.. it's the weirdest thing I've ever eaten, and Alex agreed when he tried some. I have notoriously bad luck randomly picking things off menus. I stole Nick B's bowl of rice and his cashews since he wasn't eating them. Um.. anyhow. Plentiful jokes about Nick B's lack of masculinity, which he tried to rectify by wearing sunglasses (which just functioned to make him blind indoors), and other bold women tried to rectify by attempting to attack him with lipstick, and threats of eyeliner and mascara. People made sexual comments about Alex "tying Nick's tie." Nick S moved to our end of the table to counter the overwhelming female ratio.

People were frightened by the prospect of red bean ice cream or green tea ice cream for dessert, so we relocated to Ben and Jerry's after trying to get Puffy to divide the check for us in his head, but he'd forgotten all arithmatic. We ended up dividing it wrong and Nick B ended up padding the bill by paying a twenty, but he generously declined offers by us to pay him back when we realized our math errors, saying that it was his parents' money anyways. How cavalier.

I should note that the Nicks were hella dashing tonight, possibly because Nick B didn't have stubble. Nick S was our resident photographer and Nick B gets brownie points for giving his jacket to Lizzie when she was cold. (It wasn't really cold, as it still feels like summer in Rockville, but rather windy, making me glad I was I had sleeves.) See.. I have this theory that modern fashion has it so that men wear jackets with their suits and women wear evening gowns with low necklines so that men are obligated to give their coats to the women. (Edit: Nick B says the jacket was Lizzie's to begin with. Well hell, I still stand by my 'jackets and evening gowns' fashion theory.)

We went walking to.. uh.. the homecoming place, singing really loudly (Nick B, anyways) but since there weren't many songs all 17 of us knew, we ended up singing the Star Spangled Banner spontaneously until we cracked up laughing when people who passed us, like cops, gave us funny looks. I must say we actually sounded good though. Ranwa suggested "Onward Christian Soldiers" but none of us knew that and none of us were Christian. Puffy and Nick B broke into "Hava Nagila" and Puffy sung three verses of Battle Hymn of the Republic (he knows all five, but he stopped, mercifully). Barry was prancing around clicking his heels together. When we got to the homecoming place, most of the girls pleaded fatigue due to walking around in heels and went inside, while a handful of us continued wandering around the block singing loudly and badly. I think we did that again until we came back around in a circle. So.. me and Puffy went around the block.

Again.

It's actually a lot more fun than my blog is making it sound. We encountered Josh going to homecoming with his date, who advised us on his devious ways of getting into the previous homecoming dances without a ticket, but Puffy declined because of moral issues and I declined because I wasn't dressed for the occasion (Brutal but true.) J Ro argued that since Puffy was already using stolen chopsticks from Tara Asia as afro picks, he was corrupted already, but Puffy didn't buy it, so we went on our way. Puffy later imitated being a geisha. I walked him to the Metro. I was being picked up at 9 and we still had 15 minutes left, so he walked me back to Rockville Town Center. And then he went back to the Metro.

Yeaah. So that's my story.

It was sort of funny seeing RM on the news last night... they were covering our homecoming game and float, and they interviewed Tyler as a sort of representative for our school (!) and had Amy and Kristen and other people on, you know, doing "normal" stuff. It was sort of funny. You know, sort of as a "Montgomery County conducts business of usual in the face of roaming murderers with high powered rifles." Walt Whitman was on too, but during a different (but similarly-themed) subject.

The news people have been consistantly mispronouncing "Montgomery," much to my annoyance. Everyone knows you pronounce it "Mungummery" and sort of mumble it, not "Mont-gom-er-y." That's just silly.

No prep rally today. I was sort of disappointed, because unlike other people, I actually like them. We get shortened periods and I'm also a shameless sucker for pagentry. Yay! Brass instruments! Crowds and people yelling! Whee! Anyhow.

Finally auditioned for lunch bunch. It was sort of a spur of the moment thing. I'm in concert choir as an alto. I come on.. Wednesdays and Thursdays. I'll have such a hard time remembering.

Some news person was filming our school as we were let out. And I'm like.. why?

On a lighter note, I must say that Andrew Durfor is duct tape GOD!

I never thought of him as a really spirited type of guy- I just think he's using School Spirit days as an excuse to wear duct tape. Yesterday he was a Monty Python knight with duct tape armor and complete with clonky coconut shells. Today he was a duct tape lobster. Don't ask me how that works.

Homecoming dance tickets are sold out, to both my disappointment and relief, since I won't need to toss away $19 and then search for a date and clothes. I am, however, still coming to Tara Asia, much to your collective disappointment.

Thursday's Title:

Belgium Is A Country

So, on Thursday, I was coloring my map during lunch (I actually don't see why this is immoral. As long as your homework is done before the class where it's due and you don't do it in other classes, it doesn't matter what part of your free time you use to do it.) But I didn't get to eat lunch. Ah. But archaeology had a pizza party. Still didn't entice me to volunteer for the Harvest Festival though I'm tempted to go just as a visitor. I hate little kids.

Sort of strange because Gordon asked Angela to go to homecoming with him but not. ("This is a failed attempt to ask you to go to homecoming with me." -Gordon to Angela) Since technically Gordon didn't ask, only failed to ask, Angela didn't answer the non-question, and I spent some time with Angela debating it. Andrew said that Gordon actually did ask, but in a guy's form of asking, which apparently would be by not asking. I understand. Anyhow, Angela arranged for me to go to homecoming with Gordon and I thought this was okay, though I think someone ought to tell Gordon about this.

Spent some time for some reason talking about sandals to Jason Hall, who we found in band practice on our futile search for Malex so that I could mooch a ride, and found it a minor annoyance that Angela would respond when Jason was addressing "Angie" and I would respond when he was addressing "Angela" so we'd end up answering things at the same time. I went home on the Rideon after Jason got creeped out by this Twinangie-ness and stumbled away in a dazed stupor.

Quote of the Day:

Rob (in history, pointing to an itty bitty piece of map I didn't color): Hey, you didn't color in Finland.
Me: Who cares about Finland??? (turn around to find Milla walking in)