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Self portraits (courtesy of Flair, by Facebook), part 1

This is me. I love books, nature, God, friendships, and music, but I am also totally crazy. I certainly have a serious side, but you won't see much of it here ;)

Me? Hyper? Never. BUT ITS SO FLUFFY.

THAT THING IS CREEPY.

Puget Sound Qualifier 2011

One tournament, it’s a headless bust of Lincoln. At another, it’s the disembodied head of Lincoln.  I don't know what to say. Actually, I do know what to say. "THAT THING IS CREEPY!"

Speech and debate is wonderful. It's especially wonderful when it makes you get up at 4:30. BUT. I WAS SAVED. The snow was my friend for the day. It delayed the tournament, and I got to sleep in until around 7! So nice. The sleep deprivation didn't make me feel like a 9 year old child pumped up on Red Bull running around a campfire wrapped in a carpet yelling "I SEE BEYOND! I AM A GIANT SALMON. WITH WINGS." :) It was quite refreshing.

But guess what? WE BROKE. Yup. Apparently, the outrounds can't stand Shorty's caffienated-ness, or something. We debated. And debated. And debated. IT WAS FUN AND TOTALLY AWESOME. So amazing.

But then semifinals came. And we had to debate people I didn't want to debate. And I thought we failed. I was pretty relaxed, because if we lost, we wouldn't advance to debate finals. I was wandering around downstairs, after watching speech finals, and then I saw dawgdude (our debate coach) sprinting down the hall towards me. My reaction? "Oh snap." Turns out we had actually won that round, and advanced to finals!!! It took me a bit to process the fact that we won the semi's round. I started to say "what the frizz!?!", but stopped halfway through. The people around me looked shocked, and dawgdude was slightly speechless. XD

Finals were really really really fun, and turned out surprisingly well.  I was standing about talking with some of my friends, when something round and gold entered my peripheral vision. Jabba (our other debate coach) had snuck up behind me, and was waving the disembodied head of a Lincoln statue over my shoulders. I cannot express how creepy it was. The Lincoln head had a hole where the neck should be, so Jabba put three of his fingers into the hole, and then pretended his pinky and thumb were the Lincoln head's arms. Jabba kept creeping up on me, sticking the Lincoln head over my shoulder, waving his fingers, and squeaking "HI THERE!"  Uncontestably the most disconcerting thing ever. Then, he made me rub the Lincoln head "for luck". I DON’T UNDERSTAND.

AND THEN WE WON. THAT WAS SO AMAZING. Shorty picked me up, and was going to carry me up the stairs for awards-- then she realized that she was in heels, and that doing so would probably ensure my destruction. So she didn't, and I was immensely grateful.

Speech and debate tournaments are wonderful. There, and only there, will you hear conversations about disembodied Lincoln heads and foreign policy towards Russia discussed in the same breath :)