Basketball is teh suck. We've only won one game so far. Holy crap. Suck.
Oh, well. You'll enjoy this story. So I'm sitting at the lunch table with some friends today at school. I don't remember what we were talking about, but that's not important anyway. One friend had six ketchup packets, each individually named, for some reason. A girl at the far end of the table takes one of the packets and is playing with it. --You probably know about where this is going by now.-- The majority of us are fairly deep in conversation at this point about video games or tv or something, when all of a sudden I see the girl at the far end of the table bring her hand down with great force into the ketchup packet she has placed on said table. Before I have time to do more than start to raise my hands in defense, I see small droplets of ketchup hurtling toward my face with astounding speed, closely resembling the stars in that scene of Star Wars when the Millenium Falcon makes the jump to light speed...except red and semi-liquidy. When it's over I slowly open my eyes, realizing what has just taken place, and look around to survey the damage. Apparently I'm the one who has taken the overwhelming majority of the ketchup attack, as the rest of the table is now looking at me between glances at each other and laughing hysterically. As I repeatedly ask for a napkin to begin undoing the damage that has been done, I can smell the strong odor of ketchup eminating from my face, jacket, and shirt. So I wipe off all the ketchup I can find and eventually go about the rest of my day, occasionally stumbling across another little pocket of condiment I've overlooked. When I get home and finally have time to take a good look in the mirror, I can see that some of my hair is a little matted together. As I start to brush through it (knowing that a brush is much more suitable for detangling than a comb), I uncover several globs of dried ketchup hiding in the vicinity of my scalp. My shower tonight will be extra thorough, as I'd rather not have a tomato-based dipping sauce setting up camp in the follicle forest that is my hair.
How was your day?