My dad introduced me to TV show called Orphan Black over the vacation. It’s about clones and I’m totally hooked. I watch it while running on our elliptical, which motivates me to exercise. Sometimes it motivates me too much. After our DI meeting on Friday I watched one hour-long episode before dinner, which was no big deal. However, I decided that, since I didn’t have to do homework, I could watch another episode after dinner. I ended up running for three more hours. Every episode kept ending in a cliffhanger and I’m REALLY bad with cliffhangers. I just couldn’t stop! I had to know what happened! Every time it buffered between episodes I would scream at the TV, and I just kept running even after my legs started hurting. You’re probably wondering why I didn’t just watch without running, but that would have been cheating! I just couldn’t do that! After running for 4 hours, I stumbled into our living room and collapsed on the couch while my parents gave me are-you-crazy looks. It was strangely fun, though, and it makes a great story.
On Saturday evening we went to a play that my parents’ friend is in. It’s an Agatha Christi mystery called Black Coffee. It was really good. On the way home we were discussing how the culprit managed to hide the formula in a vase across the room while in pitch darkness. We decided that if I had been the culprit, everyone would have heard a duda-duda-duda-SLAM as I ran directly into a wall. We then realized that I would have done this whether I was the culprit or not, and that I might have run into the culprit and solved the mystery right then. Thus, I discovered my superhero (or villain, not sure) identity: Kaos, who runs around in circles randomly and destroys things. I am strangely proud of this.
On Sunday morning Mom’s new barbershop quartet came over to practice. They sounded really good, but it got really annoying after a while to listen to the same section of the same song over and over. Dad, Bryce, and I went out to lunch at the Blackbird Cafe to escape, and had great food. I love their guacamole BLT sandwiches. When we got home I did my homework in the lying in the sun on our driveway. It was great.
Pretty much all the rest of my weekend was devoted to DI. The tournament is a week away, and we are not ready. We had to rewrite our script a few days ago because one of our team members can’t make it to the tournament (it’s not her fault) and we needed to incorporate a required element. None of us know our lines, and we’re still finishing making our props and costumes. DI is very stressful right now for all of us because we are in the middle of our crazy tech week with everyday meetings at my house. I’m beginning to wish DI was over so I could have my home back. I love my team, but this is too much for introvert me.
That was my weekend! Now you know what happens when I’m not given a prompt.