Es na soundoff. But just as cool.

AT FPS INTERNATIONALS 2009. (Anita's take.)
Planned a date in the Microsoft Public Bathroom, which is free. And also has music. And exotic ... er ... ..... .. .. . .. .smells. *twitch* Larry's idea I swear. Went on a date with Bonnie. In the airport bathroom. Experiences galore.
Made a soap opera. David should be a comedy actor =] Also we sang loudly and obnoxiously to a bunch of songs, and David could also be an opera diva. Yes.
Finally experienced REAL jetlag. Slept a lot. ATE SO MUCH. I think I could have gained an extra stomach. Except you can't see it. Just wait. I'll die of a heart attack next year because of all the oily fatty cloggy stuff. EEEEEEEEww
Sang a bunch of songs, danced to Wannabe in our dorm room (Lucinda and Angela didn't dance T.T" which left me and Bonnie.) and watched a bunch of cute Flash animations. Read David's Chinese homework, played Tooth or Dare and Truth or Door, watched Michael dance/lip sync to the Pokemon theme song, listened to epic tales about squishing flies, experimented with different ways of flushing the toilet *shiftyeyes!shiftyeyes.*
Exchanged a bunch of souvenirs, ate some ICE CREAM (which, by the way, wasn't wonderful/that much different from our ice cream. I guess most cows give the same tasting milk. o.O) phoned home, went to a dance, took speed showers in order to not stand in that creepy dirty shower stall too long, ranted about the chaperones (10:00PM is too early for a high school field trip curfew >[ roar.)
Took a test, made a skit, didn't get a trophy (got a placque, alright.) didn't get a medal. Lost to the guys, discovered that our rank got inputted wrong, got either 15th (with messed up ranking) or 12th (with self-corrected ranking.) Was happy the guys got trophies! And extra thing...board...with shiny metal on it! Was slightly jealous of them, rabidly reviewed test, moaned, sulked, got over it eventually.
Read some fairy tales in the back of a used book shop, belted out random Jonas Brothers' songs while walking in downtown East Lansing, took a picture with a statue of a guy that was really, really tall and stood in awkward positions *twitch*, exchanged height jokes with Larry, was NOT fooled by magic lock-pushing skills of Michael/Bonnie, ate a lot of Asian candy,
Took a lot of random pictures with our awesome team t-shirts, risked my life while waking up THE BUNNY *doom*, made an amazing chorus ("seriously?" "Seriously." "SERIOUSLY!!" "seriously.!" etc...), taught Preston how to be a gentleman from a Borders book, thought that the plane was crashing when it landed, ate half a Whopper, poked at the death-inducing soysauce-soaked rice that Preston was eating, drank tons of Fanta, heard a very special story about a SNAKE and a LEVER
Almost missed dinner, slept through breakfast, ate ice cream/popsicle thing almost every day, spazzed out at the DONUTS!, scolded Bonnie for not finishing her food, was an extremely good example at finishing all her food, sneezed, watched people get sick, hung a lot of things from around her neck because of all the stuff (pouch, lanyard, passport, cellphone), bounced on the bed, drank ginger ale + took 'drunk' pictures, was hyper, was sleepy, was WHOA'd, was happy.

Problem: THERE'S LIKE, EIGHTY MILLION TWENTY NINE THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED FOURTY THREE TONS OF MAKE UP WORK TO DO.
Curse you, fools! I WANT AN EXTRA DAY TO MAKE UP WORK *sobs*
*stops wasting time*
*I wish*