Yesterday was my first speech and debate tournament of the year and I did terribly. Superior ribbons, no placing. Sucks. I think I've lost my touch.
But nothing cures a bad mood like a few wubwubs and some untz untz untz, so I went to a rave with Lionboy and a bunch of other people. It was tiny, we were basically the only people there, but the music were good and I met some really interesting people. And I got named.
One of the things ravers do is that they develop nick names and sometimes entire personas for raves. I don't really turn into a different person when I go to raves, I just let the publicly hidden aspects of my personality shine through a little more. But I got named Mousee because I'm tiny and cute (apparently). So Mousee it is.
Some kid complimented me on my 'fuzzies'. I was like "....que?" I don't think the dude realized that they are called fluffies, not 'fuzzies'. Oh well.
I'm getting gogo boots tomorrow. I'm pumped.
Aside from that, It's officially Thanksgiving break, and life is chill. I'm thinking I might go an impromptu road trip during the last few days. Any suggestions on where I should adventure to?
Wut. You already have Thanksgiving Break? Darn you!
ReplyDeleteAh...Speech and Debate. MY LOVE. Ah, don't worry. We have good days and bad days. Although my first tournament of the year I BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF MY OPPONENTS WITH MY PARTNER, the second one I got creamed by very experienced people. Meh...but don't be too upset over it.
Mousee. Yeah, I think that fits.
Ha ha. Fuzzies. Cute kid.
Oh, debate...I have *so many stories* to tell you. Oh my goodness.
ReplyDeleteAwh, "fuzzies" is an adorable term. This girl I know wore fluffies to school and I wasn't exactly sure how to feel.