Life

Friday came and the day of Competitive Certamen Finals came too. Our Level I team--including Bradford, Stupski (my friend, who goes by his last name), Kade (another friend who is AMAZING!), and Pincus (one I met at National team tryouts, goes by last name, too)-- made it, and so too did our Level II Team.
During Level I, there was a Dark Knight question. In latin, the players were instricted to stand and translate the latin that was being spoken to them. It translated to "Why so serious?" But if you know anything of latin, you'll understand that the word for serious-- grave (gra-way)-- also means heavy, OR pregnant. So after the match, Kade (who answered the question as it was expected) informed us that he was about to translate it to "why so pregnant?"
During the question, We dropped I, D, and A, and spelled out ROFL.
Later, the level II placed first. Had the last question (which went to Virginia) been answered correctly, they would have tied. The entire present Florida and Virginia delegations held their breath.
I then proceeded to dress Julianne (from basement adventures) in one of my dresses as a stola, and toga Sarah and myself. I wore a red toga with black undershirt, one strap of which appeared on the right side. I layered the toga with exceptional skill, and wore black boots that went to the knee, My hair was down, curly, and I carried a black and gold dagger (booty from the basement) affixed to me with a black, satin ribbon. Lynn's first response to me? "You look dangerous." ^^
We then had a toga procession. North Dakota and North Carolina marched just behind Florida, and they chanted out. North Dakota said they were boring ("we think parkas are cute, our state is square-- North Dakota is BORING!") North Carolina all wore matching togas, carried matching signs and chanted and danced in perfect unison. I complimented North Carolina, then proceeded to compliment North Dakota. I THEN proceeded to judge a spirit-off right them and there. I declared it a tie, and they chanted about how amazing the "North" states are (being that they were the only ones with North in their name).
I then watched the WSOC (World Series of Certamen) where the teachers create teams and fight each other. Mr. B's team didn't name their team So I made a double-sided sign at the last General Assembly, at which I would have yelled "Hey, NERO! I'm havin' a baby!!" Had Kade, Stupski, and Bradford asked me instead of Lynn, that is.
The sign read "NAMELESS: because epic has a face and not a name!"
The other side read "NAMELESS: because we're not rooting for then, anyway!!!"
I attended WSOC in an evening gorn (Haha) because afterwards I attended the Farewell dance. For the record it was the dress I wore to homecoming last year... I'll post a pic.
So at the dance I rolled my ankle (in the toga boots of 3" heels) and Bradford carried me away from the dance to where I indignantly sat in rolling office chairs while everybody over-reacted. My multitude of friends were sent to Fellowship, excepting Bradford who I requested stay. When the adults were talking, I whispered to him "Guess what? I just got you out of Fellowship!" Bebergal ridiculed us for the obvious affection between us. Travis (a college latin student) upon leaving the room mouthed the words "I'd tap that!" and waggled his eyebrows at me.
I was fine (like I had been saying all along), and they gave me an ace bandageand ice pack (as I had been saying all along), and sent me to fellowship (you see the pattern, right?).
On the bus ride back (the second day of the trip back), there was more to the situation with James-- James wrote a suicidal-style note to me, and blamed me for what was wrong in his mind. Bradford put me at ease, and convinced me not to blame myself. I stole the seat next to him from a mutual friend (it was like musical seats on the bus, I swear!) and I rested my head on his shoulder, and then he rested on me, and he took my hand and we stayed like that until Tallahassee-- from Gainesville!-- ignoring our friends who took pictures of us for blackmail and fun.
After return to Tallahassee we acknowledged a mutual like for each other-- I first, and he was surprised that "such a lady," "such a southern belle" should harbor feelings for him. He entreated me to search "for a man of a higher caliber." He ignored his own feelings for a want of me to do "better" than him. After a while I softened his persistency that I deserved better than him (as if better existed!) and we were both content with that. We take high-level classes and are parts of multiple clubs and hold offices in multiple organizations. Both are inexperienced in dating-- and we don't want to screw this up, as we may only have one chance with each other.
I am now home; overworked, overstressed, and overtired-- as usual. And life goes on.
I am no longer speaking to James, I am in contact with Bradford, and I continue to enjoy Nationals. I've begun saving for Nationals 2009...
IN CALIFORNIA!!!!

The dress...