I met the team at the dorms a little early, and we all leaft 15 minutes before schedule. I rode with Tiff, Jason, and Kelly in an antiquated state land yacht. It was an interesting. We had to stop and get gas, but then it was a non-stop (and non-smoke) drive all the way to about Montgomery, where we had to stop for a piss break. I made a judgement call, and decided that I could hold the pee. I needed a smoke instead. Traffic was a total bitch, and we were a little delayed. While stuck in traffic with the sun glaring in my eyes, I pulled down the sun visor. It broke, and little pieces went flying all over Tiff. That was funny. Then the windshield wipers came on for absolutely no reason. It must've been a message from god or something.
We got there on time, though, and it was all good. The competition got started, and we played. A lot. Twelve rounds of scholar's bowl boring funness. There were a few times that I thought I would absolutely die while we had this terribly boring reader. The next round we had him again. Then we had a short break, and then had him three more times. I wanted to shoot myself. But if I'd've shot myself, I couldn't see all the cute guys there. And boy were there cute guys. We got second place, losing to two teams, and Adam beat Chris! YAY!!!!!!
We stopped at Ruby Tuesday's on the way home. I ordered one thing, but got something a little different, with ribs instead of kabobs, and slaw and onion strings instead of as many fries they could fit on a plate. It was ok, though, because the waiter was a little cute, even if a little slow. He kept my drink filled, too. We left, Jason and Kelly leaving Tiff and I alone in the car. It was fun, we talked about lots of liberal stuff. And ranted against the institution a little. And listened to some great fucking music. I'd had Sunday Bloody Sunday stuck in my head all day, so we pulled out the U2 cassette and I heard it. I have it on my computer, so I listened to it when I got home.
Well, I get home at about 11:30, and find Bobby already in bed asleep. I turned on the lights for a moment, so I cand get situated in bed, and he wakes up. He tellsme all hell had broken loose while I was away. Mom called, she wants her car back. I'm killing my grandmother. And I don't get tomorrow off, but instead have to go to work and get fired for not being there today. They said I didn't tell anybody. I told Mr. Brown, but the old fool probably doesn't remember it. Senility shouldn't keep a man from doing his horribly hard job of sitting on his ass all day, no sirree! Oh, and as a final act of betrayal, mommy dearest tried to convince Bobby to kick me out. She says she doesn't care if I have no place to go. Stupid bitch. I'm going to do what I have to do, and to hell with anybody who gets in my way. If I have to destroy my own mother, so help me I will not hesitate to do so. That bitch has held me back for far too long. As of now, I have no family.
