Every year, our high school has a Powder Puff football game- the girls play the football, and the guys (if enough sign up, and unfortunately this year, not enough did) do the cheerleading. In skirts. Anyways, it's five bucks to get in, and you either do that or just hang out around the school. So, naturally, my friends and I all paid for the game (well, except Lori and Andrew, who didn't go, and Alex, who went but didn't pay).
While we were there, I turned to my friend Tyler and told him that if I had any spare money, I would bribe the announcer into yelling "TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" every time the non-seniors scored (the students and faculty in charge of the whole thing had pitted the seniors against the freshman, sophomores, and juniors), so guess what he did.
Every time the non-seniors scored, he would stand up and yell "TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!" Granted, we only scored twice, but whatever. It's the thought that counts. And it was hilarious. None of us- me, Tyler, Katie, Rachel, Fadia, Fadia's older sister (Nadia, I think?), Kayla, and Jenny- paid much attention to the game.
Tyler, Katie, and I shared jokes. All sorts of jokes: obscene jokes, yo mama jokes, lawyer jokes, blonde jokes (much to Jenny's dismay- she's a natural blonde). Mostly obscene jokes, naturally. Most of them were Christopher Titus quotes.
In case you're wondering, the game ended up as a tie.
Oh, and on a side note: I visited the guidance counselor this morning- she set up a meeting between me and a different counselor, whom deals solely with people like me, tomorrow morning.