In fact, I shouldn't even be blogging. I've procrastinated on studying, and because I didn't go to school today, I have three tests and a quiz tomorrow.
Three.
Fuck.
Anyway. This weekend was both ridiculously fun, and absolutely heartbreaking.
On Friday, I didn't do much more than go to church.
On Saturday, I woke up at 5:45 AM and got ready to go to the school. I had my Science Olympiad competition, and that went rather well, I suppose. I placed fourth in Anatomy, ahead of Russel and Stuart, which was shocking. I tried so hard to place ahead of Tripp and Joshua in Solar System, and I thought I had it in the bag until I saw the test. The majority of the test was calcuating an example diameter of the planets in millemeters compared to its actual size in kilometers.
One, I suck at Math.
Two, my partner sucked equally at Math.
Three, Tripp and Joshua both get A's in Math,
Four, I was generally screwed.
In Anatomy, Ben and I were at station six, answering a question on the upper arm muscles, when Ben lets out a fart. Imagine, a quiet room, all of us bent over our tables trying to answer our questions in the two minute time limit, when out of the silence comes this deafening squeak. It was hilarious, and Russel and Stuart were laughing so hard they could't breathe. All of the little over achieving kids who looked like five year olds compared to me and my classmates turned and looked at Ben and I with a look of complete disgust, which, led us to laugh even more. Also, the majority of the kids competing were Indians, Asians, and homeschoolers. Sometimes stereotypes are humerously acurate.
Anyway, after another round of testing in Meteorology (which was equally hilarious- my teammate was both an adorable and hilarious 7th grader) we took our break before the Awards ceremony to go to the mall for lunch at the food court. Lindsey and I had decided previously to save our cash and spend it on band shirts at Hot Topic.
When we got to the store, I found two matching Pink Floyd Wish You Were Here shirts for seven dollars (!!). So, Lindsey and I left Hot Topic triumphantly with our matching shirts swinging happily in their bags. We went to F.Y.E. music next, and Lindsey found a super-sized Sweeney Todd movie poster for five dollars,
And I picked up two posters. A Led Zeppelin one:
And a Foo Fighters one.
After we drove ourselves broke with merch, Lindsey and I ran back to the parking lot where everyone was reboarding the bus. We went to attend the Awards ceremony where I received my aforementioned Anatomy award.
We piled back into the bus after that, and started the forty-five minute drive back to the school. Once there, I packed my overnight things into Lindsey's Camaro and we drove to her house. We dropped my things off and her mom drove us out into the boons to attend a friend's party we had been invited to. The party itself was alright. It was awkward for the first bit, but towards the end I warmed up the kids and it was pretty fun.
When Lindsey's dad had picked us up and took us back to her house, I was already exhausted. However, I somehow managed to stay up until midnight, where I finally crashed after running for fifteen hours off of what... two hours of sleep? The next morning I woke up at nine, watched the Hangover with Lindsey, and packed up my things. Her and her mom took me home while her dad stayed home.
Everything was going great until I got the text from Julie. "Please pray for Lindsey's dad." I was like, what the heck is going on, I just saw him a few hours ago? So, I text Lindsey and ask her what's up. Her only response was, "He's gone."
While they were dropping me off, her dad had a heart attack.
I was in shock. He was just alive! Everything had been normal! And just like that, he was gone. My heart went out to Lindsey, she's one of my closest friends, and now she just lost her dad? What? I told my mom, and all I could do was cry in her arms. I wanted to make it all better for Lindsey, and I didn't know how to do that. I just didn't know what to do for her.
I saw her today. My mom and I stopped at Walmart and picked her up some chocolates, and took it to her. She seemed perfectly happy surrounded by friends and family, but grief shows itself in strange ways. She could be crying right now.
I know her recovering from this is going to be a long journey, and all I want to do is help her through it. Make it as easy for her as I possibly can. She deserves it.
