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There's a plan. I kid you not, Shawna and I actually came up with a near perfect plan. I would say perfect, however, you'd be surprised at what I'm capable of royally screwing up, so just in case I find some way to ruin it, I will refer to it as a near perfect plan.
Now, shocking as this may be, it wasn't even that hard to come up with. I mean, obviously I'm not going to post it out here, because that would be a pretty effective way of ruining it, but all I'm saying is that it wasn't tough to think of. I mean, seriously, it's not like the judges will pick something difficult to put into a dessert because, let's just face it, we're all afraid of what Ryan will try to pass off as food this year and they're the ones that have to taste it (And in case any of you have had the good fortune of forgetting last year's creation I have so kindly provided a visual aid below)
Everything is in place, other than the fact that we still need to make our mix CD to pump us up and put us in the mood. But that can be done rather quickly and shouldn't be too difficult to arrange so long as we're provided with a stereo (which, for the record, we officially requested weeks ago and we have not heard any complaints in response, so we're expecting to have it there). So, basically, we're ready for Ironic Chef 2007. Bring it on.
The ghost hunting adventure didn't really start as planned. Actually, after parking on Hillside, we decided to run around in the snow covered parking lot of Central making designs... but after that, it was down to business.
We entered near the gravel parking lot into a woodsy area (with a convenient trail running through it). Upon entering, a rabbit got scared and started running.... and upon hearing the rabbit, Veronica and her friend Kristen got scared and started screaming
Past that point it was a little disappointing. I mean, the camera gave out because even though it had been plugged in for 24 hours, apparently the battery was dead? Although I suppose maybe it was the ghosts telling us they didn't want to be filmed. Always a possibility. So then we just took pictures. Unfortunately, Adam has all the pictures, but if he gives me a good one, I'll put it on here.
For the first 15 minutes the walk through the dark woods was frightening. But, frankly, after a while we weren't scared anymore and it was just cold. My pants were wet up to the knee and the water in my shoes had soaked all the way through my three pairs of socks.
However, last night, I had a dream that I communicated with our poltergeist, Paul, through the walkie talkies we had. And I woke up this morning and the walkie talkie was beeping. So, naturally, I flipped out and ran upstairs and waited for my dad to get out of the shower (so he could hear my screams if I was attacked by a ghost) before I went back downstairs.
It was an eventful morning, and I've decided that the ghost hunt outside was useless. I mean, obviously no self-respecting ghost would hang out in some lame woodsy area across the street from a high school. And as for a graveyard? That's just cliché. So I shall instead enlist the help of Veronica to go on a midnight ghost hunt in the house to find our buddy Paul.
In light of the poltergeist we decided was haunting our house last June 27th, Veronica and I started to do some research.Let me just say, any website with an official Ghost Hunters' Code (also known as CREDO, in case you were wondering), is most definitely worth my time. So I read it, laughing throughout most of it, and decided it was time for an adventure. Not just any adventure, a ghost hunt.As for the materials needed?-Digital camera-Video camera-Tape recorder-Compass (to detect paranormal activity by detecting magnetic fields)-Recording of "Ghost Busters" and speakers-A group of people ridiculous enough to come with me-Protective goggles-Dark clothing-A list of places to visitFortunately, I have found the vast majority of the things I need, so this Saturday night I will be going on a journey with a group of about 9, Veronica included, to go ghost hunting. It will be absurd, and, better yet, documented in night vision on a video camera Blair Witch style. I'm excited.
Okay, so I have 3rd period French, and often times when we arrive we show up before the teacher. Now my teacher always leaves the door locked with the lights off when he's out of the room, so when people see a closed door and no lights they assume no teacher. This got me thinking... does anyone really ever check to see if the door might be open?And the answer to that, my friends, is no. After second period my friend Elizabeth and I rushed down to M. Whitt's room, borrowed his keys, purposely unlocked the door, shut it, and sat inside with the lights off. He looked at us like we were crazy, then thought it was ridiculous and told us that no one would ever fall for it.Clearly he severely overestimates the intelligence of his French 4 class. The first person showed up, we could see the shadow, and we were expecting to hear the knob turn any second, but nothing happened. So there we were, M. Whitt, Elizabeth, me, and Vic French(who, ironically, is not even in French, he just saw us unlock the door and ran in and wanted to be part of the experiment), just sitting in the room laughing. Finally after a couple minutes, at precisely 9:37, M. Whitt said we had to let them in at 9:38. The next minute was thrilling. The four of us sat there looking at the lap top screen waiting for 9:38 to come, which would be mine and Elizabeth's official victory over the people in the hallway, and in complete silence with the exception of M. Whitt's loving comment: "This is the longest minute of my life"9:38 came and Elizabeth and I walked to the door, waved, and just casually asked why no one had opened the door. And I kid you not, I counted, there were 12 people waiting outside for someone to show up and open the unlocked door for them. Brilliant, truly.
This morning was by far the most interesting morning I have had in a long time, all due to our fabulous convertible that seems to be out to get me. I awoke this morning at 5:15 so I could put my laundry in the dryer and go back to sleep. It was a fantastic plan: let my clothes dry while I slept so I could get up precisely 10 minutes before leaving to warm up the car and change into warm dryer clothes, maybe even eat an extremely rushed breakfast. However, my plan started falling apart at stage one when I went outside in my pajamas to open the car only to find that the door was frozen shut. The only way to open it was to lean back with all my body weight, which worked out fine expect for the fact that after it opened I went sprawling into the grass. But being half asleep, I didn't really mind all that much, so I turned on the car, turned up the heat and went back inside to get ready. After my 10 minute process of getting ready for school, I was fully prepared to face the car again. I lugged my 4 1/2 foot bari sax case (not an exact measurement, but I guarantee you it is at least 4 1/2 feet long) out the door to load it into the car. Now, this instrument is so monstrous that I actually have to slide it in the car, then get the car to position it just so because it barely fits across the entire back seat. I stepped into the backseat of the car and.... slipped and fell backwards. Yes, a layer of ice had accumulated in the back of the car and coated the ground. Apparently the windows leaked when all the rain and snow came this weekend and it froze to the floor. At this point I was becoming fed up, but the car felt the need to anger me just one more time. Instead of frosting up on the outside of the windshield, it happened on the inside, since the leak caused there to be so much water in the car. So when the heater melted all the ice of the windshield, it left a pool of water on the dashboard that slid around as I drove, occasionally spilling onto me or my school supplies. Needless to say, it was a bit of an irritating ride to school, but at the very least it woke me up and I was alert on my Monday morning at school. Plus, as soon as my pants dried off from falling on the ice rink that is the floor of my car I thought it was hilarious.
A couple days ago I sat down, camcorder in hand, ready to watch previous Christmas videos on the big screen. I figured it'd be fun because I used to like watching the ones from when I was really little, so I put in Christmas of 2001. From the bottom of my heart, I am truly sorry to everyone who was irritated by ten year old me. To make a long, useless story short (aren't you proud Daddy?) Christmas 2001 was a gigantic blow to my self esteem. The immediate family has agreed that the last one alive will burn those tapes, as many of them have had a similar experience with some other Christmas video, but I'm just not sure why we're waiting.
Hooray everyone, let's, once again, go vote for Ironic Chef. Shawna has demanded representation, so, being the kind sister that I am, I have created a new poll with Shawna included. Perhaps this incredibly kind doing of mine will inspire her to return my polka dot tank top that I have been searching for for several weeks. Probably not, but maybe.
