April 9. April 9. April 9. Less than a month. I suppose it doesn't really matter, since my father seems to be convinced that I'm 18 anyway...No, really. I didn't come home until like, 3:00 a.m. on Tuesday night--Wednesday morning, whatever--and he didn't care. He was all, "Oh, I can't tell you what to do anymore, son; you're 18." I was all like, ".....Damn straight, biatch!"

 Not really.

 But seriously.

 I finally got an AIM thingy. It's like...Uh...Well...I don't recall right now, but I'll get it posted one day. APRIL 9TH!

 WT. That's where I'm headed. For college I mean, not right now. It's nearly midnight. That would be silly.  Ugh, so I'm teaching small children how to sing at ALT, and it's pretty cool. Some of those little kids are freakin' talented, but a couple...yikes. Some of my REALLY FREAKIN good ones won't be there opening night. Oh, Ms. Campell. Shame on you. Hello to all of you that have commented and that I've ignored--Megan Slatan, sorry. I love you. Thanks for paying attention to my Xanga, even when I don't. Uh...That's..about it. Spring Break has been awesome thus far. I'm almost done with high school, and even though I don't have a car, I love my life. It's amazing. Oh--and Annie and I broke to Quarter-Finals. We were in the top, like, 29 duets out of 127. We rocked the house.  I love you a--I love most of you! Amanda Nicole Ratheal! <3!

Good God!

  So, update on the tournament last Saturday @ Tascosa. It was a two day tournament, so on Friday, Annie and I performed our duet-acting thingy in both of our preliminary rounds. Keep in mind, Annie and I needed to get at LEAST 2nd place in Finals to make it to State.  Annie was also entered in Poetry, and I was entered in Humorous Interpretation (basically, a funny monologue that's 10 minutes long) and Impromptu (see last post). We aren't supposed to see any scores until the tournament is over, but our coach, Lacy Venhaus, told us our scores anyway, just because she didn't want me and Annie to come back on Saturday just to find out that we didn't make it.

    Well, Annie and I got 1st place in both of our preliminary rounds, so we went on to semi-finals!! Annie went on to Semi-finals in Poetry, and I went to semi-finals in BOTH Impromptu AND Humorous! It rocked. Unfortunately, everyone and their dog signed up for this tournament, so there were FOUR semi-final rooms for Poetry, Impromptu and Humorous. (Normally, there are only two semi-final rooms with 6 people in each room. This means that if you are ranked 1st-3rd in your room, you make it to finals, which is one room with six people in it.) Since there were four semi-final rooms, this means that we would have to get 1st or 2nd to make it to finals. I got third in Humorous. Poopy.  My scores were all over the place in Impromptu. I think Venhaus said my judges (there were three this time) gave me, like, 2nd, 5th, and 6th. This was out of 7 speakers, though.

   So, my other events were out, but Annie made it to finals in Poetry. Annie and I also made it to finals in Duet. Good God, folks. Finals at this tournament were amazing. EVERYONE wanted to watch, so our tiny little classroom at Tascosa was full of people, it was hot, we were all dressed nicely, and half the people in the room were standing. For about an hour and a half. I was lucky to get a seat because I got there early, but my momma told me to give my seat up for a lady, so I gave it up to some chick, and tortured myself by standing for about an hour in my painfully nice shoes. Do I regret giving up my seat? I haven't decided yet. Our competition was amazing. Annie didn't know this, because she was competing in her Poetry finals, and would meet up with me in our Duet room later. I was standing, in this crowded, hot room, in a tremendous amount of pain and fear and nervousness because of our insane competition.

   Eight duets made it to finals. Not six. Eight. Annie and I were scheduled as the sixth performers, but went seventh, because the last speaker had to go early. Just when it was our turn to perform, Annie walked in. This sucks for her, because she had no time to gather herself--once she walked in, we had to start. She said she was nervous. HAHAHA. LAFF. SHE was nervous? She didn't just sit there and watch our competition for an hour or so! She didn't know how screwed we were! I was nervous too, but of course, I didn't tell her this. This would make her uncomfortable. So I said, "Don't worry about it. We'll be great." 

   I thought we did fine. Annie didn't. So, we went to Silver Ball, NOT knowing how we were going to place (we left the tournament early so we could make it to Silver Ball). Venhaus had to be at the Silver Ball too, to announce Sophomore class favorites. Annie and I waited out front for her to show up, and when she did, she came up to us and asked what we were doing from May 1st-5th. We knew those were the dates for State. Annie and I freaked out, because this means we placed 2nd--or so we thought. Venhause informed us that Annie and I got 1st! We won the whole thing! But WAIT! It gets better! A certain dread-locked young lady also placed 1st in Poetry! We're going to State, baby!

  Lengthy post, I know. Sorry.

Hollar! 

Impromptu! It's quite exciting. It's one of two events that I entered at this past debate tournament that I went to on Saturday, in Hereford, and I ended up making it to finals, and placing 4th over all. I'd never done it before. I was thrilled. Impromptu consists of walking up to an envelope full of quotes (totally random quotes, about anything) and you draw three. Of the three quotes that you draw, and must select one, and in a period of seven minutes, you have to prepare and deliver a speech to a panel of three judges. This means you get to choose how much time you spend to prepare and how much time you spend delivering your speech. I usually chose two minutes to prepare, and performed for my remaining five. The first stage consists of two preliminary rounds.  This means that no matter how much you suck, you get to perform at least twice before you're rejected. In my first round, (keep in mind, I don't get to see ANY scores until the tournament is all finished and we're on our way back home) I received 2nd, 2nd, 4th. (Three judges, remember?) Yeah, apparently, one of the judges really didn't like me. There are only six people in each room. The second round, there was only one judge. She was old, but pretty cool. She gave me 2nd. I'm not sure how the scores work, but apparently, I did well enough to get into semi-finals. So, off I went to Room 111! I performed again, and got the scores 1st, 1st, 5th. What the fuck, right? I was quite upset at this. Anyway, once again, I apparently did well enough to make it to finals. This means there were only six people left.  My final scores were 1st, 4th, 4th. Over all, I placed fourth. Went on stage, got a trophie...It rocked. I have another tournament next Sat, at Tascosa.  That's right! Silver Ball day! Don't worry, folks, I'm still going. Your class favorite nominee DOES care! Although Tyler Klien probably deserves it, I still hope I get it. Mostly because he didn't have a pencil to fill out the last ballot, so I lent him mine, and he voted for himself instead of me anyway. Shithead. Naw, T.K. rocks, he's a cool dude. I love my asian! Kuo to the Ting! Bad things shouldn't happen to good people, and never fear, for you have many friends and we all love you. Taylor Huey, if you ever get a chance to read this, I DO NOT HATE YOU. You lost points, but you've got plenty in the bank. I will not assault you in the halls of Randall High. To those of you who I don't really..talk to....I did make Jr. Co., and have been cast in three shows since then, but got kicked out of one and the third one hasn't opened yet. My humanities class is amazing, and life without a car sucks. If any of you are planning on getting into a motor-vehicle wreck, I strongly urge you to reconsider. I don't have a specific date for Silver Ball, but girls I intend to dance with at least one time include:

Kuoting Lian, of course. (Notice she's at the top of the list.)

Mary Ann Suhl (Oh God.)

Maegan Arnold (It was her idea, not mine.)

Adrienne Huseman (Despite her eerie eyes.)

Diana Martinez (My initial date-would-be.)

 It should be exciting. I also hope to score a couple of dances with some MORE insanely hot chicks because, unlike any other dance, I'm important to the Silver Ball. I'm top three for Senior Class Favorite, top three for Senior Most Talented, and Senior Most Versatile! I think my little black heart will be cracked if I go home empty handed. I'm bound to at least win one, right?
 

    As a reminder, Chelsea Bridges WILL be engaged in highly difficult, agonizing, and most likely inappropriate tangoing with a foreigner. You've been warned. Please have safety glasses on your face the entire duration of the tango music, assume fetal position, and create as little noise as possible, for any sound can and will be taken as encouragement from Ms. Bridges, and she might be tempted to approach you. If this occurs, then the alleged victim must take extreme measures and play dead. Fleeing is also an option, for Chelsea's pace will be greatly hindered with her painful heels and massive knockers.

 To My Kuoting:

Roses are real,

 Violets are fake,

Matty loves you,

 Like a fat kid loves cake.

So, I've been working.  A lot.  My boss, Sabouyi, is really cool.  Actually, it's pronounced "Say-Bee-you," really quickly.  I've been working with Chel.  Err--working and living with Chel.  We've made brownies, we've filled little tubes with sand, we've got a new car, we played in Clorox bleach.  Side effects of working in a green house include red skin, extreme fatigue, dirty clothes, soreness specific muscles, fluidic flatulence, sandy hands and under nails, occasional moisture upon the clothing (if you piss Matt and/or Chel off while he or she has the hose) and temporary bitchy personalities.  I have a new car, and it's mine.  It's silver, and it's mine.  It has hail damage, good gas milage, a working airconditioner, the volume control isn't on crack and Chel was the first person to ride in the back seat.  Well, and the front, I guess, but whatever.  But, most importantly, it's mine.  Chelsee was also the first person to dance on the hood.  (Yes, she is beside me dictating what I say in my Xanga.)  It's mine.  And, Will isn't taking it to college.  My car, I mean, not my Xanga.  0 Tah everyone, I love you, except Kenny, who's a fag. 

--Ulsar

P.S. 

Hot damn.  I forgot Quoting.  Quoting is my friend, and she's asian.  There.  I mentioned her.