Actually

Anna, that's a good idea...
Not the actual omelette. Well maybe.

And yes I know what time it is so this perhaps has something to do with it, but mean while, allow me my indulgences.

I'm going to randomly type down memories I have that are "Lunatics" related. I, of course, encourage everyone to do the same (it would be fun, but if that's not enough, I'd greatly appreciate it?). Of course, this'd be much more helpful if the people we're mainly aiming this at remembers their account and the blog's existence, but oh well.
One step at a time. We can try to get those in the middle, right?

Enough divergences. Memories. I should start them from my 10th grade year because that's when the group we now call "lunatics" first really began to form. I'll list 10 then go and let my brain off for the night.

1. Ms. Kelly putting 2 times 3 equals 8 on the board while I stared with horrified fanscination at Lusine's Spongebob shirt, having never been previously acquainted with something that looked like radioactive cheese (my very words at those times, I believe), that had big blue eyes. Christine going "doom" and scrawling "doom" on the whiteboard at the back, when we later moved classrooms, because the math final's coming and we were so, so doomed.

2. Anna in multimedia and Victoria as Voltaire, together with a notebook which had a record of a poem which, I believe, went something like "Mac doesn't have right clicks/ And they don't have solitaire" something something "I really should tell Voltaire/ But he is a Neanderthal (joking!)/ Who lives behind the shopping mall" then something more or less along the lines of "I really should kill this poem /And it's stupid rhyming scheme/ because I'm so bored in multimedia/ I think I could scream."

3. First period, watching Soniya as she did her calculus homework, marveling at those little funny looking marks which I later found out (the horror the horror!) to be integral signs. Finishing the lab early and testing for faulty wires with her. Waiting for the bell to ring.

4. Waiting for the bus with Kate, vaguely worried that she might get run over sitting on the curb but deciding (my intuition was right at the time!) that that was probably the least of her worries. Walking home and wondering what's the TLV for alyssums as that my friend seems insistent on inhaling the flower. The bus missing my stop, repeatedly and cracking jokes about that.

5. Anna, Malvina, singing. Enough said. Actually no, not enough. The endless bouts of "Miss Amerian Pie" out there in the out fields during baseball, as inspired by our math teachers as a method of strange and unusual punishment; the discussion about Anna as an e-omelette who speaks Belt-buckle (remember that?). Our alternating attempts to hit the baseball at Mr. Sartwell and Anna tell me "the root of negative 99" when I asked her how many fingers I was holding up (I think it was either 2 or 3) after one of his more "inventive" runs.

6. Beginning of congregation outside of library. Continuation of meeting under the tree for lunch. Anna and Malvina singing "Pinky and the Brain" and me learning the words for the first time. Then there's always the "What, Huh" song which...makes me want to smack myself over the head occasionally...but it does have a certain ring to it.

7. Being threatened by Kate twice a week, then watching her develope a tolerance. Then watching her attempt to strangle Anna with her scarf and realizing that I need another tolerance-developement-theory.

8. Studying for the math final with Christine and Lucy in the library and actually feeling a sense of impending doom (partial contribution to Christine). Making so much fun of Ms. Kelly after proving to selves that we get along much further if we do not listen to her. Christine's list of "Why Ms. Kelly Is A Very Bad Teacher", or something like that, I think it's 50 reasons, but might be 100, depending on how charitable she was feeling. Wait. Christine? Charitable?

9. Victoria's Snape obsession. Continuous and multiplied over time, gradually merging with Kate, then later merging with Christine as a large sector of our group developed Slytherin-worshipping-syndromes.

10. Rather damp Christmas as I recalled it, bumping into people a lot randomly. A tangle of ribbons and colored papers and well-wishes. Gray skies. Candy canes. Wish I'd taken more picture of then.

I'm going to go and get some sleep.