Thursday, September 29, 2005

I am drinking my strawberry milk with a Spiderman crazy straw.

My word of the day is Asianocity.

Yes I know it’s not a real word. Rainbow made it up in science today. I do not remember what inspired it. It might have had something to do with writing hate letters to Tiffany.

I am so exhausted. I cannot wait until tomorrow and the weekend so I can break this ongoing trend of physical activity. I am going to spend a few days doing practically nothing except homework. I went for a thirty-five to forty minute run today, down to Port Moody rec centre and city hall and back, talking to Ms Sayers the whole time about everything, from my trip last weekend, to which of my relatives she had gone to school with. Most of the team didn’t show up to practice because it was raining.

Choir was horrible today. Almost everyone had a cold. Most of us were very off-key. I was doing better today than I was on Tuesday, when I was so out of it that I couldn’t read my music, and every second note I sang was wrong.

I am crappy at tennis, and lost almost every single match I played. After playing against Joel, we agreed to go for Starbucks during a block two sometime soon.

DeVita told us lots of stories today. I can’t remember exactly what he told us today. I still find the seagull one strangely amusing.

In block five, all I did was take notes. It’s a good thing that I actually like socials.

Now, onto a brief summary of my trip.

I stayed over at Megan’s house on Thursday, and after doing some homework and showering, we went to bed really early because we had to be up at four the next morning. I am slowly getting used to getting up early, so I was pretty awake by the time we left. Cathy packed us breakfast and drove us to the airport, where we met up with Andrew (Mr Lenton,) and the other people going on the trip. Getting through customs was interesting, as most of us saw an old guy wearing really short shorts drop something that on closer inspection turned out to be a porno video.

The plane ride itself wasn’t very interesting. I was sitting between Alyssa, who was from Thomas Haney, and Mike, who was from some school in White Rock. Mike wouldn’t shut up and was reading my homework as I was trying to work on it. I finally put my homework away, told Mike to fuck off, and read my book until the plane landed.

The vans picking us up were late.

We finally got to our hotel room, and were quite disappointed with what we saw. Econolodge really lives up to its name. We were right in the middle of Hollywood. Megan and I were in the only unchaperoned room, along with Brittany, from a private school in Vancouver, and Erin, from Thomas Haney. We got changed and immediately left for UCLA, where the group of people I ended up hanging out with went to the UCLA store (I bought shorts) and went for a cutesy little eight hundred meter run around the track. We went for dinner at Tony Roma’s, where almost everyone ordered the fettuccini alfredo, because we were all craving carbs. When we got back to our hotel, most of us walked around the corner to the grocery store to buy food. Brittany and I collaborated, and she bought bagels, while I bought water for both of us.

The next morning we left early for our race. The drive took almost an hour and a half. I was in the large van with Andrew and Judy in the front, and all the guys, Brittany, another girl named Justine, and I squished in the back. Nobody talked much because we were all really tired. We got to the Dana Hills Invitational a few hours before any of our races started. It was really intimidating to see all these American schools with fifty or sixty people on each team, all wearing matching uniforms. I met up with the guy I was supposed to give Rainbow’s present to, and gave it to him after his race. I started warming up for my race about forty-five minutes before it started, and at twelve forty-five, started my race. It was brutal. It was only about four and a half km, but it was about thirty degrees out, and almost the whole course was on asphalt. I’m not used to the heat. I also have a cold and my knee was bitchy all weekend. I finished about five seconds after Megan. Afterwards, we traveled to Venice Beach, where Justine and I went shopping, and I bought a Nightmare Before Christmas shirt for five dollars. All the guys wanted to eat at In-n-Out Burger for dinner, so Brittany, Sammy, Justine, and I tagged along. Justine and I went across the street to Subway, where we gave the cashier woman a lesson on Canadian currency. On the way back to where we had parked, about six blocks away, all the girls got the guys to give us piggybacks. Tom carried me half the way back.

That night most of us saw The Exorcism of Emily Rose. It was okay, startling, but not very scary. We didn’t get back until around one in the morning. I had a shower at one thirty, and went to bed around twoish.

We spent all of Sunday at Universal Studios. It was fun. I ate nothing but crap all day. Megan and I hung out on rides, went shopping, and did all the things you would normally do on your first time at Universal Studios. We probably did something afterwards, but I can’t recall what. We ate at a Mexican restaurant not too far away from our hotel. Their tofu and grilled vegetable tacos were good. We walked part of the Walk of Fame, and I gave Mike a piggy back. At our hotel, all the guys, plus Justine came into our room, where we listened to music, then had a giant pillow fight, which ended when Paul launched himself at Jordan, missed, and accidentally put his foot through the wall. It was thick drywall too. We later told the owners that he had an epileptic fit (came from Emily Rose) and put his foot though the wall because of that. If they believe us he won’t be charged, but if they don’t most of us will chip in some money so Paul doesn’t have to pay so much. I later told my parents about the epilepsy excuse, and they thought it was hilarious. Megan went to bed fairly early, around one, but Brittany, Erin and I stayed up until two.

Monday was our last day and we went to Santa Monica Beach. Most of us went for a half an hour long run. We went near the water, and buried Jordan. I didn’t have my bathing suit, because I knew I wasn’t going to go swimming, but I felt left out, so I spent a while wandering around in a bra and a pair of man-shorts. Justine, Alyssa and I then spent most of the day wandering around the pier, and then we headed back to the beach, where we met up with Brittany, James, and Jamie. Brittany wanted to go swimming again, but she didn’t have access to her bathing suit, so I let her borrow my shorts. I ended up having to use James’s and Jamie’s shirts to change into her skirt. We hung out there for a while, and were eventually joined by everyone else. We took team photos, and then traveled to the airport, where we hung out for a few hours before boarding the plane. I was sitting between Mike and Alyssa again, but Mike wasn’t being annoying this time; he had a history test the next day and was studying. I spent half the time reading my book, and half the time using Mike as a pillow. When we got back to Vancouver, I got some weird looks from the customs officials because I was limping (forgot to wear my knee brace that morning.) Cathy and Terry picked Megan and I up and I met my parents at Megan’s house. I got home around midnight.

That was my trip. It wasn’t as brief as I thought. I want to do it again next year...
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