Brush the Dust Off of the Old Blog

It's been so long. I've been neglecting writing anything new seeing as nothing production had really happened as of late.

But yesterday kind of changed that.

Saturday was an awesome day and a much needed relaxant. I have been sick this past week and so spent most of my time in pain and sick, or trying to function on medicine. But as Saturday started, my health decided to pay me a visit. I woke up to snow. Aww, beautiful, white snow. But the snow basically caused my mother to go into a panic about "If you go to the Mottaz's, you'll get snowed in and I wont see you for days!!" Then she kept trying to tell me that quiz would be canceled because of the dangers involved with a snowy day. At the moment, the snow was barely sticking. Too bad for her, I was already up, showered, dressed, and half of my make up was already on. There's no turning back. I was going to quiz whether she liked it or not. I quickly called Evan to get his assurance that League 2 would still continue. He couldn't give me a straight answer and told me he'd call once he had everything figured out. So, I made the decision to finish getting ready just in case I had to leave. Sure enough, Evan called, quiz was on, and I convinced my mom that I should go and that I wanted to go.

Some how I ended up late. I'm still not entirely sure how it happened, but I do have some theories. Anyways, quiz went fine. I was an official for the novice division which was a little strange, and frankly, really boring. The only highlight was when a lady asked me if I was a foreigner. Just like that "Oh, are you a foreigner?" Hahaha. Beautiful.

Now, the bus ride back to the church was probably one of the most... argumentative moments of my life. Not a full debate in any way shape or form, but the fact that I was constantly accused of murdering my fellow teammates. No matter how hard I tried to defend myself, everyone always voted to have me executed. Well, I guess I was in the mafia for the majority of the trip.

Then I had a snowball fight when we returned to the church. It started when I decided to ambush one of my coaches. It ended in running and laughing and screaming and ducking and hiding. Too bad it only last a maximum of 5 minutes.

A much better snow experience occurred once I arrived at the Mottaz's. They have this crazy steep hill that was full of snow. Oh my goodness. So much fun. Even grown men took time to revert to their childhood. The whole thing resulted in the loss of my voice. Then we migrated to the inside of the house for food and movies. Good stuff. I also had the chance to examine two grown men sleeping on a bean bag together. One of which curled up like a sweet baby. Very different from his everyday display.

Oh, today was pretty fun, too. Discovered I'm a secondhand zombie.