Blogger time-travels in order to maintain update schedule

OK, so this wasn't actually posted on Monday; I just changed the date stamp. The idea was to have this be a weekly thing from now on, as I believe that's a schedule I could actually realistically maintain. However, due to the issue of having 87.6 metric tons of homework last Monday, and persistently forgetting to update after that, here we are. At any rate, I did plan to actually talk about stuff in this post, so, on to that, then.

Next, to further explain my tantalizing statement in the last post, wherein I mentioned that I was doing an English project involving railguns. It's nothing terribly exciting; we were creating annotated bibliographies for later use in writing a research paper, and I chose, as my research topic, railguns, the issues underlying their use, and the technology behind them.

On to the big event: Homecoming. Dear Lord, was it ever good to see you all again. Wait, wait, let's go through this in order: first, the pep rally. I CANNOT BELIEVE THE SENIORS DIDN'T WIN MUSICAL EX. Seriously, teachers? Seriously? Can you please just judge something based on the quality of the performance for once? It's not like the girls were topless. Matthew Chamberlain, you are a god among men. I was actually rather surprised at the quality of the junior musical ex; usually they manage to give the seniors quite a run for their money. As for the skits, I'd have to say that my favorite moment (besides Nicole Boyd as Sarah Palin) was during the senior skit, when the senior adventurers defeated the movie-quoting "juniors" at their own game with "frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."

Next: the game. I have an interesting story here. I was home until 1900 working on an engineering project, by which point I had forgotten about the game. I called Nicole around 2015 to ask whether she knew if she'd be coming to my after-party, and quickly realized what I was missing. I bolted for my truck and raced to TJ, getting there just in time for the TJMC show; you guys were great, by the way. Walex, you were the ONLY choice for homecoming king. I'm sorry to say that I didn't actually see Diana ask Robby to the dance, only the aftermath, but I do know that Robby is going to have rather a lot of trouble topping that. Barnside was an absolute fiasco; I'm pretty sure it took me somewhere on the order of an hour and a half to get a ham, egg, and cheese sandwich. Regardless, it was nice spending time with people. Also, I noticed something towards the end which was just awesome; "Nicole, listen!" Yeah, "Move Along" was playing on the restaurant speakers. Nobody except Nicole (and maybe Paul, to some extent) will even understand why exactly I find that so awesome, but suffice to say that it was.

Dinner was great; I swear there were three other groups from TJ at the same place we went. This is the second year in a row that I've been to a Japanese steakhouse for homecoming dinner; I don't think I'll ever stop thinking that those places rock, no matter how much the little cynic in the back of my head yells that I've seen everything they do. Our cook actually got the little cynic to shut up; instead of a smiley face like everyone else for the first big fireball, our guy actually drew a cartoon bomb on the wok, complete with a wick to light, which he did. He did another cool thing too, but it's a little too complicated to describe here. Also, I caught the bit of shrimp in my mouth on the second try.

The dance was nothing incredibly special; I really wished I'd brought my strings, but I guess I'll just keep that in mind for next time, whenever that ends up being. At least they didn't play "Soulja Boy" four gorram times this year. Also, there was a group of kids (freshmen, I think) that were playing Liquid War outside of Gym II for the entire dance. You have five seconds to think of something more utterly pathetic.

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Finally, the crown jewel: the after-party. This definitely ranks with Troupe Picnic and the parties I hosted over the summer as a memory I will forever treasure. And now I know that, thanks to me, there are a few more people that have shared in the phenomenon that is Troll 2.

I now have one task: make Thanksgiving even more epic. That and all the stuff my teachers give me to do, but frankly I care a lot more about you guys, on the order of billions and billions of times more.

Can't stop the signal.

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SMike