NEWS FROM WORLD: "DEXTERITY CHECK!"

HeLLO Everynone,

As Mario would say when I play him on the Wii, get a game over, then give up, "Imma back." And um, Imma Tired. Also, Imma Bee. So I'm just gonna kind of tell you about the 5 days that made me tired at TeamSpirit RI, 2010.

Wednesday, I had to be on the other side of Rhode Island at 9:00AM (SO far away, I know. All of you non-Rhode Islanders.) and get ready for the FOLLOWING day, when all the PARTICIPANTS came. So we made our signs that hang up at the front of the Dorm when everyone walks in that say our color team name and all our kiddehz on teh tem. (UMZEBRA.) We also filled up their goodie bags with the stuff we bought (cause TeamSpirit IS THAT COOL. Like if you don't like goodie bags, gtfo. Mostly because ours contained Playdoh, Hot Wheels racecars, a Zebra bandanna, and a sh*tload of candy. After that we shot the video to be played the following morning, introducing everyone to us in the form of movies.

The day went by so fast, that around 6:00 there was nothing else to do. So we sit around, play Catchphrase along with Apples to Apples, try to decipher riddles, and then that was that while we were together.

"So if I'M a Banana, and SHE'S a Banana, he's a Banana?"
"No. Listen. If YOU'RE a Banana, and SHE'S a Banana, THENNN he's a Banana."

"Ok, I have the ball. I pass the ball to Conor. Conor throws it to Sara. Sara gives it to Heather. Okay? Heather throws it to Space, and an Astronaut gets it. HE then throws it to a Gorilla out in some deep forest, who pops it and spends 3 months fixing it, then throwing it all the way up to some french guy in France, who then goes to the beach and gives it to a Narwhale who swims it back to ME. Now, WHO HAS THE BALL???"
"You!"
"No. Heather has the ball. Stupid."

When we call it a night, the male leaders go to their section and conform in one room, play terrible Rap Music, talk about sports, random people from their town, and creep all of the people that they have on their team on Facebook. With MY iPod. All of these men are from THAT side of the State, so I have no idea who these people they are talking about, are, and Sports. Puh. Like, sports. Sally Cohn>Sports. And I didn't even creep MY team, they were all being pubescent little men while I was TWEETING. Well that was before they took my iPod, cause my phone is still off. Then we just talked about the sluts that infest their school.

"Like, you don't even know. She's THE Sluttopatra."

SO THURSDAY! Everyone came and there was screaming and checking in and MANY people infesting the dorm afterward! Ohhhh that's what she said. But my color team leader and I met our team! We then went through the various workshops for the day, had some fun, cried at some stories, and had to build a gratitude belt out of random craft items we were given in a Garbage Bag. TeamSpirit had STARTED. There was constant cheering, random outbursts of Color Team names where you would here one color, and everyone was fighting back with theirs. One kid on Yellow going into 9th Grade, around 4'11", kept screaming "YELLOW!!!111" whenever possible, and definitely had the most spirit. Like, TOO much.

Alright, so anyone reading this can vouch for me, that at their school when a teacher says "Who wants to present first?", no one raises their hands. Well at TeamSpirit, everyone sitting on the floor stands up and starts screaming their team name to get picked to show everyone else what they made for a belt. Like, no one ever sees that including me, EXCEPT at TeamSpirit. So the energy levels were already soaring which was GOOD.

After that, we concluded the night with some KARAOKE that ISN'T CORNY THERE! I met people, creeped them on Facebook when they walked away, then listened to everyone else with Charlotte and Franklin. (FROM MY TOWN CAUSE WE HAVE MORE THEN 2 PEOPLE THIS YEAR!) At one point, we were sitting on the couch near the window just talking and listening and such, right? Well one girl from our Team, Megan, went back to her dorm early. While she was there, she sent Charlotte a picture. Of US. Sitting on the couch. A picture taken by Megan, from Megan and Charlotte's ROOM. She's the Ultimate Creeper, and I award her. Like this is just a win of epic proportions, and an amazing way to end the day.

Friday started at 7:30 like every other, eating breakfast. Our town sat at one table, dead, trying to eat while we talked. Breakfast went by, and by, and by...and BY...then we looked around. We didn't see many people with Red Nametags.

"Where is everyone..."

"Oh my GOD."

So we kind of leave, then start the fun part of the day, leaders wearing pinkish shirts that the Youth Coordinator called Paprika when it wasn't, and we go through some more workshops, one dedicated to Country Line Dancing, then had a Scavenger Hunt in the rain. (Zebra won. Oh yes.) Last event of the day, a School Spirit themed Dinner Dance. Jo-Anne started puking and had to go home early before we left campus for The Villiage Haven, and I didn't get to give her the copy of the Grease Soundtrack I burned for her. But oh well, our team sat down with one less, ate some noms, then danced, occasionally taking another break back at the table from the terrible music most of the people there listen to.

"Hey Mike. Put your arms up out in front of you. *...* You have armpit hair. When did you GET it. How long has it been there. You shouldn't have it. Because you're Michael. Alright, ONE year ago? ...Two...??? Well you SHOULD keep track."

After many hours of dancing, we had a raffle in which Charlotte won some cheap imitation of Playdoh, Megan won a glow stick flower wand, and some annoying voiced prep next to me that I didn't know kept becoming Freakout Kid whenever the ticket that was called wasn't hers. When she finally won and spazzed, she received a Road Atlas.

*Megan creating something with the dough* "Guys. Guys. Guess who this is. Yes! Mike! See! He's even got Armpit hair."

Okay, OKAY, this isn't a WEIRD thing for teenage men to have ARMPIT HAIR. LIKE WHY ARE WE EVEN DISCUSSING THIS.

Oh hai Saturday. Same old same old, fun workshops, amazing Cafeteria food, yeah. Yet this day, one of our workshops was called "Let's get physical" with Drew White, brother of Tim White, lead singer of the Coming Weak. You know, that band Lila and I saw with Monty Are I and got raped at. Well anyway, BOTH of them are TS Alumni, and were THERE since it was the 20th Anniversary of TeamSpirit RI. After the workshop which consisted of exercising and sweating, I was talking in the common (ROOM HARRY POTTER WAS THERE TOO) area at the dorm with Megan, when 2 girls who I met at Karaoke that happened to be Megan and Charlotte's roommates as well, called me over to where they were sitting. One of them...um...:

"Hey sit down, we have a question. Um, do you have Abs? Like, we were talking about how hot you were, and she only likes guys with abs. Well so what if you don't count! Life it up and we'll count for you! Oh, ok! Bye!"

So um I run back over to Megan and tell her what happened.

"Well maybe they asked you because you worked out really well in that workshop!"

"No they like me...I'm pretty good at deciphering...that..."

As I finish ^that sentence, I slowly look over back at them, and they're staring at me, not caring if I see them or not.

Concluding the night consisted of making a Public Service Announcement that rocked, combining the Mad TV Skit "Can I have your Number" and the Double Rainbow Video. Lastly, everyone stayed up till 1:00am listening to what everyone was grateful for throughout the week.

AWWWWWWW. So when I got home Sunday, that night I took my TeamSpirit binder and went through it again before I went to bed, saw a beetle, and used the binder to try and squish it. Hey, TeamSpirit was AWESOME, involving the power of 200 kids SCREAMING just because! So that power was needed to kill that little fucker of a beetle.

So there's my TeamSpirit story! There are probably a million things I didn't say, but oh well. Now what do I talk about. Paramore's today! It's finally been all worked out and we're NOT selling the tickets, since our seats are good and it's been really difficult to find someone who wants them. I hungout with Kanye in Mystic yesterday, which was really ironic since Paramore is somewhere in Connecticut and I didn't know about it. But I doubt Hayley Josh Taylor Zac and Jeremy would all go somewhere as popular as Downtown Mystic, since it's A GODLY PLACE. Either way, you watch. They probably WERE there. Just because of my past luck with bands being near me without my knowledge of it.

My camera came in, and it is my BABY. I've uploaded pictures everyday, literally. Well, besides TeamSpirit of course but you get it. I think it's a She, I just really can't think of what to name it. I'm stuck between Louise Versailles, and Mercedes-Franquaqua. Maybe Susan Boyle 2.0, or Ojibwa. Yolanda. I don't really know.

I'm also considering moving to Tumblr...I've heard it's really easy, plus it looks fun! I'm just really, REALLY not sure about the other 55 posts on here, and if I can just move them to Tumblr, not having them all appear on the same day. Another downfall would be that in order to follow me, people would need a Tumblr as WELL, unlike blogger when you can follow me with email. (Achem. FOLLOW ME. With EMAIL.) But nothings set in stone, so for now RLC is here to stay on loyal, true, and brave little blogger.com.

And last but NOT least, the reason for the jizz occupying my pants at the moment. This. THISTHISTHISTHISTHIS. THAT'S RIGHT. GLEE IS DOING A ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW EPISODE. I screamed. Like a woman. I just, CANNOT wait. Two worlds are ORGASMICALLY COLLIDING. I'm honestly speechless. Just, SPEECHLESS. Must pay very close attention to more info on this in the future...*creepish sniff*

So that's all I have to give to you! So till next time, here.

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