Convowithdanandjoeyaboutkevinwashington

So I think I'm done studying for the night, and it's only 9:30, which is pretty awesome. Though, I did study for about 6 hours today. I decided that I would waste time by helping you to waste time, i.e. I'll update my blog so you can read it.

December 4th was the coolest, most awesome day ever: The Baraka Bouts. I walked into the gym and there was a huge boxing ring on a raised platform. This was a little intimidating. Before the match, I got pumped up by working on a bag, doing cals, and watching other people box. Yes, I was nervous, but this mostly came from a fear of tripping over the ropes when getting into and out of the ring, causing me to be too embarassed to throw a punch. Fortunately, this did not happen. We all got to pick nicknames for the match. Mine was "Glass Eye." Let me give you the summarized reason: When I was in 5th grade, I had eye surgery where the lenses in my eyes were replaced with artificial ones. The synthetic lenses catch the light in a strange way, making my eyes reflect light and "glow" like a cats when the light hits them right. So people think I have glass eyes. My opponent for the day was Christina "Why Can't We Be Friends" Lee. We got to wear uniforms and the satin robes, which was pretty freakin' cool, but since mine was the 16th fight out of 17 and there wasn't enough gear for everyone, I was wearing a lot of other people's sweat. Gross. The announcer calls my name and I enter the ring. The ref (who wore a bowtie) told us to touch gloves, the bell rang, and the match began. Now, just because this is girls' boxing doesn't mean these are pansy punches. Granted, they aren't as intense as the boys' bouts, but we girls are tough and throw are punches hard and straight. During the first round, Lee had me against the ropes for a couple seconds. During the break, my cornermen (yeah I had cornermen. I also had a stool and a spit-bucket) gave me some advice and I went back into the ring. The second round was pretty even and we both got our punches in. By the third round, I was running on adrenaline and still ready to fight. Lee was worn out, but kept going. She dropped her hands, and I made her eat my glove. This round was amazing. I kept getting her in the face and the cheers kept getting louder. She was getting shots in, too, of course, but I dominated the third round. The bell rang, and Lee and I hugged. That's the funny thing about women's boxing--everyone hugs their opponent. The ref quietly said to us that this was some of the best boxing he'd seen all day and that there was only a one point difference to decide the winner. And then, the announcer called out the winner...in the gold...Elise "Glass Eye" Yahner! Yay! I didn't expect to win at all, so this was an awesome bonus. Thanks to everyone who came to cheer the women's boxers on! And to those of you back in Ohio who thought I would/could never do it...WHAT NOW?!!!
Ok, enough of that. Notre Dame gives us the Thursday and Friday before the first Monday exam off to study. Yeah, study. These study days are the best days ever. Thursday night was the most awesome, intense, biggest snowball fight-no, war- I have ever seen. It just started out with the Mod Quaders playing in the snow. Then the snowball fight encompassed all of North Quad. After about an hour, someone shouted "Let's take on South Quad!" and all of North Quad stormed over to South Quad for an all-out snow civil war. North, dominated, of course, but the battle was intense. I have never tackled so many people or been tackled so many times. War brings out a side of people you never knew existed. Like sweet red-head Jess who loves inspirational quotes and would never hurt a fly. She pinned me face down in the snow and quietly, but maliciously said "Elise, this is your face and this is the snow. If you don't yell mercy as loud as you can, your face in going in the snow!" I screamed mercy but Jess only said "That's not loud enough!" She eventually let me go, but let me tell you, I am never messing with Jess again. The girls of 6A joined forces to bring down a few football players, and that was pretty awesome. But what was cooler was that Caitlin brought one (specifically Kevin Washington) down by herself. Afterwards we had high-fived a plenty and the like, a look of dread passed across Caitlin's face. What if she had inadvertantly injured a football player so close to the Fiesta Bowl? She would have to flee the school with people running after her with pitchforks and torches! However, it seemed impossible that she had hurt anyone, so this was brushed off. Her worst nightmare had seemed to come true during this AIM conversation with the lovely Dan Canders, who is Kevin's roommate. (Caitlin sent me this convo and titled it "convowithdanandjoeyaboutkevinwashington." I found this hilarious, as it was all one word)

Caitlin: I told my parents I tackled some football players. They've never been prouder
Dan: Yeah, well Kevin has a really swollen ankle and can't really walk.
C: Shut up, you're lying
D: I'm serious. He said the coaches are going to kill him
C: You're making me really nervous Dan! Shut up!
D: He's really hurt! This isn't funny!
C: You're a liar!
D: No I'm not! Ask Joey

Joey: Kevin's right ankle is really swollen. He may never be able to play again.
C: Joey! That's not funny!
J: I know. It's really quite depressing, in fact
C: I don't believe you guys!
J: You ruined the man's life!

C: He's not really hurt, is he?
D: Well not seriously. He can't really walk that well.
C: Dan, this is not funny
D: I wish it was funny
C: Stop Dan! You're totally lying!
D: haha damn it! ok he's fine

During this conversation, Caitlin looked up at me with those big sad brown eyes and said in a very serious voice, "I killed Kevin Washington." I about died laughing. So in conclusion, Caitlin can bring a football player down, but she (fortunately) cannot injure one.

Last night, I finished studying around 10:00 (woot, I rock!) and thought, "Ok, I'll go to bed at 11 since I have an exam at 8 am." As soon as the thought crossed my mind, Dan Canders says, "Hey, let's go to LaFortune!" Of coures, I say yes. And of course, I have such a good time that I completely lose track of time and end up not coming back until one. My joy at a good night suddenly turned to panic at the thought of having an exam in 7 hours. I woke up at 6:50 and left for breakfast at 7:00. I don't really remember doing this. I was tired. I realize that getting five hours of sleep is not so bad, but I'm used to getting a lot more and I think I might be a bear or something because I feel a strong urge to hibernate. Anyway, let me just present to you my half-awake stream-of-conscience at the dining hall.

It's still dark
Woah, I got the first tray off the stack
There are no lines
Does food exist this early?
Dana says there's a funny Phillipino man making omelettes
The card swiper lady is far too perky for such an early hour
Someone tells Dana she should go outside and watch the sunrise. Do people really do that?
The sausage doesn't look so disgusting this early in the morning. Blech, still tastes bad.
Dana's omelette is white. She said it's because it's albino
I hate it when people say "could care less" when they really mean "couldn't care less"
Nice pencil case -Dana
Thanks, I've had it since high school - Me
Gross - Dana
I'm sure she's washed it - Caitlin (always the optimist)
No, never -Me

Then I took an exam and went back to bed.
Well, I've provided you all with enough of a study break. I'm off to use what's left of my flex point at Starbucks!