Yesterday and everything about it

Woke up yesterday at 5.00 am to go to mass at 6, which was too bad-- I was having a nice dream about revisiting this awesomely ornate house that had kick-ass thick garter things hanging from the ceiling where you either bungee jumped with or get tortured on (a recurring dream, if you may, although I'm not sure if it really is that or the people in my dream just want me to believe I had visited it before; dream logic is highly inconsistent, although they do make sense when you're asleep).

Bianca and I went straight to UST, after a quick breakfast, for the CYA-YA summer sports event. There was supposed to be mass there at 8; unfortunately, they had it later, which meant that we had to sit through another mass. *sigh*

An hour later, we were already being grouped into four teams. I got into Red, Bianca in Green. Of course, they then make you do the whole getting-to-know-you thing, which is unbelievably awkward, all the more because we were reduced to nodding and smiling like there's no tomorrow, and because we couldn't hear each other over the noise:

Person A: Ah, so incoming third year ka na? Anong pipiliin mong course sa college?
ME: What?
Person A: Course?
ME: WHAT?
Person A: Course mo-- sa college?
ME: OH. *embarrassed silence* I don't know yet.
Person A: What?
ME: I don't know yet.
Person A: WHAT?
ME: EWAN KO PA.
Person A: Aaah...

I wish we didn't stand around talking about the weather-- and smiling. Pfft, small talk... it's such an experience.

There were five sports to play: Volleyball, Soccer, Basketball, Ultimate Frisbee and modified Patintero (not exactly a sport though... hehe). I only liked the last two. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to play nor watch the Frisbee games. Boo. They made me do Soccer and Volleyball, at which I am spectacularly bad at. (I nearly caught the soccer ball in my hands-- I mean seriously, what goof ball does that?!)

I think I may have a phobia with balls that are A) bigger than my head, and B) hurling straight towards me.

Then there was this "amazing" race-esque activity later in the afternoon. There was this dude who kept on yelling at us to "Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon!!!!!!!!!", with no regard to anyone's feelings whatsoever. The jerk. You'd think we were dumb slow pokes from the way he kept on yapping and snapping and clapping his hands. His name was Krell, or Crel, or Cryl, or Crelle, or Krel-- dammit, how many times can you spell a shrimp's name anyway?!?

And his shirt said CSB. *glares pointedly at someone* Haha, I'm kidding; all schools have their own unfortunate share of loserdom.

In the end we won anyway (explains the bingeing on Flat Tops-- woohoo!). But I didn't feel any better for it. I felt drained, being kept wary of all different personalities I was meeting one after the next. I was sore from smiling.

In effect, I felt like a tightly coiled spring with so much tension. I was glad it finally finished, and I can go home and literally unwind. We got a ride with PJ and Vincent(with their dad). And it was so fun to get along with them that I went from tightly-coiled-spring to overcooked-limp-noodle. Hahaha, tawa ako nang tawa, parang nasobrahan ako sa Flat Tops. I do think that's the only thing that saved me from nearly hating the whole day of unbearable social interaction and sweaty sports.

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I looked in the mirror when I got home; YIKES, my hair was springing off in all directions imaginable. It's been doing that ever since I got a haircut. I thought "Hey, I can always tie it up if anything goes wrong," not considering what I'd do if it can't be tied properly without it looking weird.

HAAAAY...

Grow hair, grow.