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Weekend update, with Kim
On Friday, I decided to go to a football game to see one of my good friends, Sean, play. It was high school football, and we were playing against La Quinta Blackhawks. The game started at about 7 p.m., so I was there just about an hour early. I hate crowds because I'm always really scared of running someone over, so getting there early was pretty mandatory. They had this band playing just inside the stadium. I'm guessing that it was one of those high school garage bands of someone from the school. I would have liked to watch them play, but I was very anxious about getting a good seat. Plus, they weren't that great.

I got a pretty good seat in the front (because that's where my seating is) along the 50 yd. line. I watched the football players jump around, er, warmup for the game. It was pretty amusing. I didn't think the other team really had a chance because the guys on their team were so tiny. One of them, who I affectionately call Evil Number Eight, was probably no more than 5 ft. 2 in.. As I sat there watching the warmup, I thought he was so bitty, and I wanted a little action figure. Anyway, fast-forward to the game: Evil Number Eight must have caught at least four of their five touchdowns. The dude was pretty unstoppable. Anyway, I blame myself for the Nighthawk's loss, because I think I probably projected all of my magical good karma onto Evil Number Eight.

I bought $7 worth of raffle tickets, and shockingly, did not win anything! Can you believe that? Anyway, it was really fun to watch the game because I was really paying attention this time. I think that this was the first time I have actually watched football and understood 90% of what was going on. During halftime, I got to watch the dance team perform, which was really cool, because dancers! Yay! The marching band also performed; their repertoire was of some seventies band I have never heard of. It was cool to watch, because I used to be in marching band. The band wasn't fantastic, but they didn't suck. Anyway, it was way better than last year's show which consisted of instrumentalists dressed up as baseball players marching around to "Take Me out to the Ballgame."

It was also a great opportunity to people-watch. It's so crazy that, while hairstyles and clothes may change, high school feels exactly the same whenever you go back. I never even went to this particular high school, but it still feels like high school. I also want to remember my favorite cheer: "T-O-U-C-H-down! Touchdown! Nighthawks!" (Who makes these up? I think "how funky is your chicken" was way better than that one.) There was also an overzealous father in the audience who always started the "Defense *clap* *clap*" cheer whenever we were defending. Good times. I also saw a bunch of people from church, and not to mention, Sean, who played very well.

I don't think I did anything Saturday. I did get a call asking me to teach in church. I guess my name is on the substitute teachers list. Anyway, I prepared the lesson that night, and I also helped KeriAnn with some homework and some flyers for church.

On Sunday, I got to teach the lesson entitled: Service in the Church. I think it went pretty well. At least, a lot of people told me that I did a good job afterwards. Truthfully, I think I could have done better, but it was last-minute. Plus, I probably spent a total of 30 minutes preparing for this lesson. I had to leave after I taught, though, due to my pretty accurate impression of Niagara Falls.

Also, my dad installed an update to my Dragon NaturallySpeaking software. This fancy 7.20 update trashed all of my user files, and I had to start over from scratch. It's cool, though. It only took a couple of minutes to retrain my computer, and then another couple of minutes to remake all of the old commands. What I'm really happy about is now I can say "Farscape" without having to correct it every single time.

In other news, my little sister Kellie decided she was 18 years old, and that it was time enough for her to be her own person, so she moved out yesterday. She just moved down the street to her friend's house. My parents were pretty upset, especially my mom. I advised against it, of course, but Kellie was pretty adamant. Her main qualm with my parents was curfew, and my parents' "insane" rules; she had to be home at 10:30 p.m. weeknights, 12 a.m. weekends, and also my parents required her check in every time she changed locations.

My good friend Justin also called me last night to talk about Everwood. Such a lovely little show. I can't wait for tonight's episode! This afternoon I also talked to an old friend, Lachelle. Good times.

I really don't want to end this entry on a sad note, but I have bad news. Sark is dead. My mom took him out of the habitat today to check on him, and he was dead. The poor little crab. I feel just awful about his demise. At least, now, he's free: having a blast in crab heaven, I'm sure.