So, High School Tournament Today

Okay, so my day. Is crazy. But my teams just walked in, so more in the break.

Back now. So, here's the thing: I feel bad when I favor one team that I'm reading for more than the other. And it's not the usual way that I've heard so many people say: people prefer the yellow team to win because their buzzers are less annoying. The yellow ones sound like a harpies dying call.

I feel biased towards those that I see as non-socially awkward--those who might one day actually see a boob. The one's who might be able to carry on a conversation with me. But I don't favor them; I actually force myself to be harsher on them (Lusi"t"ania not "Lu"th"isania) because I don't want my bias to surface. How Twilight is that? (By the way, I will be stealing Kathleen's phrase because I love it)

In other news, I have almost quadruple-booked my day:
--A-bowl tournament
--Coffee with Kwist
--Rehearsal
--Dinner with boy
--Homework
--Yearbook pictures for cover

And at some point, I need to rewrite I.3 of Love's Call so that Jamel doesn't have to cry but can instead injure himself. It'll be funnier and will actually give them stuff to do instead of just emotions to have. Hacha!

But, anyway, that's my day. I run my rounds fast, so there's no reason that I don't have time to write all this stuff. I think I'm going to go ahead and do a little FB-stalking before the next round starts. I can already tell that I'm not rooting for the red team.