June 1st, 2008
at 12:06 AM in
SchoolI’m not a sentimental person, so I’m terrible when it comes to scrapbooking.
In my English class, we’ve read The House on Mango Street, by Sandra Cisneros. And a project that we do is a scrapbook containing stories (the vignettes) of our life and pictures of it. It can be as artistic as we’d like, but it needs six stories minimum and ten pictures (drawn, photos, or any kind of visual representations), at least.
Too bad I’m an emotionless dummy when it comes to this.
I’ll try my best, it’s due on Tuesday.
I just finished sleeping. Relay For Life was completely draining because many people and I pulled an all-nighter. An all-nighter of torturous walking.
Relay For Life is an event for fundraising of the American Cancer Society. The service clubs at my school (or at least; Octagon, Interact, and Red Cross) went this year. And I signed up to be in the Octagon team, even though I helped Interact a lot.
Walking was tiring. I was hungry, mostly.
There was a drag contest. One of my friends was the team’s person in drag.
The place this all took place had a weather in extremes, the day was too hot, and it went to an extremely cold night, going on to a hotter but annoyingly windy dawn. Hot, cold!
I think I’m going to sleep again.
No, I’m not challenging you to a staring contest. But surfing on Digg and finding something about Jessica Alba and her own online staring contest makes me a bit sad that I’ve forfeited all staring contests.
The story is, during back-to-school night, I competed in a staring contest against this dude I knew. The stares went on forever, and my eyes were extremely dry as I had on my contacts. The by the middle, everything was blurred except my conpetition’s eye. And by the end, all I could see was his right cheek and eye. And the tears streaming down and down. Tears started streaming down my cheeks as well. But I won.
It was the longest staring contest ever. Ever. And I thought it felt like quite a few minutes. Maybe that was because I was participating. But my friend who watched it also said it was quite a few minutes. Perhaps. We never timed it, and I’ll never know my staring record.
But staring contests cause me so much anxiety. Sometimes, my eyes shift, and when your eyes are dry and stiff (can that be said?), shifting just a little bit makes me feel like I’m blinking, but I’m not. And I worry for a second if I did blink. This happens every ten-twenty-seconds.
However, if you want a tip to staring, just hang in there, keeping your pride as incentive, and you’ll reach a Good Point. This Point is where my eyes feel so numb and dry that blinking doesn’t matter anymore. I feel as if my eyes are so stiff, they’ll stay open forever. I don’t get that ‘did-I-blink’ anxiety. This lasts a lifetime until the tears. The tears burn, so much.
So much burning. And after the guy I was against lost, I couldn’t close my eyes for another minute or so. Because I knew it would burn so much.
That’s why I forfeit all future staring contests. Unless the person is easily beat. I did, however, beat Jessica Alba.