This Saturday I spent over 14 hours watching teenagers embarrass themselves and eating free cookies. I judged at my brother's high school's debate tournament.
Now, to be honest not all of the teenagers were embarrassed, they were quite good, and not all those cookies were free, I will be paying for those later in ass.
In case you memories have become fuzzy, high school still sucks. I have over a decade on all those kids and yet some how walking down the halls with them I still managed to feel uncool, awkward and fat. Squeezing into those chair/desk combos, man, did I feel fat. And old, let us not forget old.
Mark Micheal, you owe me big time! And you owe me five dollars!
Timmy judged too, and I got to judge a quarter finals extemp round with him. And he witnessed me have immoral (and very illegal) thoughts about a young man who hypnotized me with the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen. Where were all the pretty-eyed boys who could chat about world politics when I was in high school? Where?!? (Needless to say, I ranked him first, wrong I know, but I was hypnotized, I couldn't help it! Despite my dishonest efforts he didn't place.)
I judged a few different rounds with a nice woman. She was cool and funny and we bonded over our high school days of Speech and Debate. And I didn't get her name. Dang! Why can't I make friends properly? How hard would it of been to say "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" or "I am nearly thirty, everyone I know has either moved away, moved on or didn't and is stuck in the boozing and drugging of our college days. I don't have any grown up friends, except my poor husband who puts up with more of me than any one person should have to. Would you like to be my grown up friend?" How hard is that?
Sunday, Timmy and I slept until noon, got paid (hallelujah!) and went to see Cursed. I will not even bother to review Cursed as it is so totally horrible that someone actually shouted "This movie sucks!" as the final, horrible, horrible scenes played out and that comment is a completely accurate account. I am guessing Christina Ricci has a horrible gambling problem and was forced to make this painful atrocity to make some quick cash to avoid getting her kneecaps busted by mafia goons. I will forgive you Christina - but only this once.
Afterward we went out to my parents house, ate free pork, played with their ridiculously cute puppy (I will post pictures later) and watched Carnivale (Oh no! The evil preacher is checking out the butt of the sensitive psychic girl!) We have to find some one in town who has HBO so we don't have to mooch off my parents every Sunday, it makes me feel cheap.