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Feb. 13th, 2007 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageAcademic Olympics is consistently the highlight of my week.
I am an incorrigible nerd.
But a newspaper reporter was there today, so there might be a picture of me making a weird face at the end of the PV table in the newspaper sometime. She even took down the name of Christina Samale, spectator from Englewood. We all live random places: Englewood (1), Nokomis (1), North Port (2), Osprey (1), Sarasota (3). I think Mr Wiley lives in Venice?
We pwned the socially inept Michael Carmona. Next time I see him, I need to tell him I'm half Ukrainian/Polish. He's racist against Slavic people, you see.
He likes Taylor.
When out, Chester and I watched the score hit 200 and Sean get Bolivar right, but we all grumbled about Granny Weatherall and Hamlet. Keaton looked detached at the end of the table. By the team question, he just stared up at the light.
Grr... Henry James. Grr... 1/3600. Grr... directrix. Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins.
But other than that, Stefan impaled a water bottle on a fence and we threw it at Taylor Schwimmer in his Homeless Hat.
I climbed trees! except for the JesusCrownOfThorns tree that wouldn't let me get into it.
I climbed a wall with rusty nails sticking out of it and almost got on the roof until a far-off voice deterred me.
Taylor didn't want to go back to flower sale, so she turned her heat sadistically high and dropped Stefan off at his house rather than at school, then watched me go to my car to make sure I left.
I am an incorrigible nerd.
But a newspaper reporter was there today, so there might be a picture of me making a weird face at the end of the PV table in the newspaper sometime. She even took down the name of Christina Samale, spectator from Englewood. We all live random places: Englewood (1), Nokomis (1), North Port (2), Osprey (1), Sarasota (3). I think Mr Wiley lives in Venice?
We pwned the socially inept Michael Carmona. Next time I see him, I need to tell him I'm half Ukrainian/Polish. He's racist against Slavic people, you see.
He likes Taylor.
When out, Chester and I watched the score hit 200 and Sean get Bolivar right, but we all grumbled about Granny Weatherall and Hamlet. Keaton looked detached at the end of the table. By the team question, he just stared up at the light.
Grr... Henry James. Grr... 1/3600. Grr... directrix. Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins.
But other than that, Stefan impaled a water bottle on a fence and we threw it at Taylor Schwimmer in his Homeless Hat.
I climbed trees! except for the JesusCrownOfThorns tree that wouldn't let me get into it.
I climbed a wall with rusty nails sticking out of it and almost got on the roof until a far-off voice deterred me.
Taylor didn't want to go back to flower sale, so she turned her heat sadistically high and dropped Stefan off at his house rather than at school, then watched me go to my car to make sure I left.
