probably be just about only regarding the Star Trek party, because it was the best that can be imagined and then multiplied by two hundred twenty-four point three. (It seems Spock’s statistics have been rubbing off on me)
Here is a collection of the quotes and memories and everything else regarding the time from the end of school yesterday to the present time and date. I have numbered them, though merely for the presentation values as they are not purposely in chronological order.
[1]School let out. Rachel, Daniel, and I walked to the library and Giant as per usual. On the way, Spock and I bickered, also as per usual. Scotty remained amused and was the first to walk through the automatic doors of Giant.
[2]At Giant, we bought drinks and then were on our way to the logical destination: the library. It was there that we found the word search of the week. Can you possibly guess the INGENIUS theme for this week? Allow me to enlighten you: the word search was a STAR TREK WORD SEARCH. Can you imagine how thrilled we were to find that this was so? I was able to complete mine before Spock completed his, winning the unofficial contest, but there were no hard feelings between us.
[3]After a long while talking and looking at books and all else, Spock and I sat down and played truth or dare (in character, of course) and Scotty went to sleep.
[4]Once it was the proper time, Rachel and I were brought to her house by her mother. On the way there, we spoke of (I almost typed “Spock of”) the incident that occurred during Rachel’s drama class that involved Truckman roleplaying Spock. The horror did not end there, but I am trying to forget that now, so let us move on…
[5]We got right to work watching Star Trek, though first we recapped with a quick viewing of DJ Spock, among other videos. Over the course of the sleepover, we watched around the same amount of episodes as last time, six or seven or eight, and we also watched the second and third Star Trek movies, The Wrath of Khan and The Search for Spock. Both were fantastic though, as Rachel and I agreed, it was strange to see the characters over a decade older and with much better graphics. It was also disconcerting that they did not wear the original uniforms, instead opting for red attire.
[6]After dinner (broccoli chicken casserole) we went for a walk for me to take pictures for my Photography class, as the first roll of film didn’t come out. The assignment is to shoot a roll during night using certain settings. So, anyway, we began walking down the pathway which leads to a playground right off of Rachel’s neighborhood (as we were planning to take some pictures there). However, we soon heard children laughing at the playground, and not wishing to be interrupted and such, we decided to try and spy on them to see if they showed any signs of leaving soon. We attempted to look through the great mass of trees and shrubbery that was blocking our view of the playground. Still, we could not see anything through the trees, so we thought nothing more of it and began to walk down the path into a trail that goes through the woods, a creek and such. As we came to this opening into the woods not far from the playground, however, we saw that it was pitch-black in those woods, and, frightened because of the darkness, we both ran back up the hill and proceeded to go to the playground after all. Perhaps the children would be gone. We neared the playground and walked over to the fence area close to the woods and, much to our surprise, there was nobody at the playground and nobody anywhere around us either. There was no way the children could have run away that quickly, as there is a large open area running into two other neighborhoods that is perfectly visible from the playground. And, yet, there was no one there, no signs of anybody either. We were beginning to become more scared, and it was getting darker, but still we took a few pictures at the playground, swang on the swings, and looked upside-down at the houses behind the swings. It looked bizarre, as if we were in an alternate universe, trapped in a snow globe without the glittery confetti around us. Bored of the playground and also becoming more apprehensive at the shivery feelings surrounding us, we walked on our way to the middle school, which is very close to Rachel’s house. After all, there were still more pictures to be taken. So, we walked on, and I noticed a strange orange-yellow glare in the camera lens, but still, there were pictures to be taken. We crossed the street to get to the school parking lot and began walking aimlessly around the sidewalk on the side of the school, to the back of the school. On our way there, we saw three or four small frogs hopping, a sure sign of rain or something else soon to be amiss. There is a long series of steps behind the school, and we walked up these steps and recalled the yearbook signing parties we had there during middle school. As we neared the top of the steps, we could see the back windows and doors of the cafeteria, where church meetings are said to be held after school. As we glanced into the doors and windows, we saw many people there, presumably for such a meeting. It seemed these people were looking at us, so we turned and began to hurry back down the stairs. Rachel jokingly warned me not to look back, as the victims in horror movies often do so before meeting their untimely deaths. Still, like an idiotic horror movie character, I turned around on my way down the stairs. There were now large sheets covering the doors and windows, so that nobody and nothing could be seen through them. Even the tall bits of the doors were covered. It was terrifying and for a moment I thought I imagined it, and yet the sheets were there, and Rachel and I were running down the long series of stairs, trying not to scream. I told Rachel what had happened and we began to really freak out, thinking about the laughing children and the sheets on the doors and windows and everything else. All the while, it was getting darker and beginning to rain, the kind of rain that is not soft and comforting but instead spiky, like bullets covering the earth. I quickly took pictures of Rachel and the surrounding areas, sincerely hoping that apparitions would not be visible when I develop these pictures. I’m still scared to death that there will be a hand reaching out in the picture, or a faded face of a child in one of the pictures from the playground. On our way walking back to Rachel’s house, there was a strange form of lightning, lightning that was blue and purple, lighting up the sky like something nuclear and dangerous. We rushed back to her house as quickly as we could.
[7]Thank goodness the rest of the day was not terrifying in the least, though the images still haunted our thoughts. We got to her house and ate chocolate covered almonds and continued with our Star Trek episodes and such, and then at around three in the morning we were barely able to keep our eyes opened and so attempted to go to sleep. Naturally, once we lay down we were unable to go to sleep, and thus decided to put on boring YouTube videos to help us rest. First we tried “Are you Popular,” an informational video made in 1947. One would think that would tire us, but instead it made us more alert, and now I keep thinking of Wally saying, “Boy, what a headache!” and Carolyn asking enthusiastically if she can help with the props for a school play or something. After that unsuccessful attempt to sleep, we watched some videos that show some girl putting on makeup. Often these videos were ten minutes long, and yet they were hilarious and srved to make us even MORE awake and giggly and such. We watched videos of Mozart’s laugh from the movie Amadeus. Then, for the rest of the day, we kept laughing like Mozart.
[8]Eventually, after a very long while when it was after 5 am, we got to sleep. I woke up at around 11:30 this morning and for the rest of the time we watched Star Trek and more YouTube videos, as expected, and had cornflakes for breakfast and tofu soup for lunch (we pretended it was Vulcan soup).
[9]”I am going to get you, Captain!”
“Koyk out.”
“No blah blah blah!”
“If you’re gonna be nasty, I’ll leave.”
“I can see you’re fwustwated, Captain.”
etc., etc., etc.
It was a very very fun time.
It is going to be immensely strange to go to school tomorrow after a day off, and then subsequently to have a weekend. It feels like today is a Sunday.
Goodbye now. I think I may bake something, or perhaps knit or perhaps read some more of I am Spock or perhaps… I do not know.
That reminds me: “Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.”
Live long and prosper.
Slapdash Jargon 