Deserving

Yesterday morning, I was just telling my seminary class about one of the seven cities John the Beloved wrote to, you know, the whole deal about not being lukewarm or the Lord would spew them out of his mouth. Because their water supply system was such that once water reached the city, it was no longer cold, but lukewarm. Revelation chapter 3, or thereabouts. The city named Laodicea.

And the winning word for this year’s bee? Laodicean. Further evidence seminary is inspired.

This article has a weird grammar typo subtitle. Somebody might have gotten a little too excited writing it. Ironic. Hilarious. Love it. I hope no one catches it.

Congratulations, Kavya. You were calm and poised and exceptionally prepared. You totally earned it.

What an incredibly fun bee.

Prime-Number Time

11 finalists. 8pm, tonight, ABC. My crazy friends are humoring me by watching with me. Thanks, you guys.

It’s going to be a lot of fun.

OH! You know what was exciting? One of the Round Three words was sesquipedalian. That was one of the words I spelled at stake singles spelling bee in January 2007. Ooh. It was a third-round word for me, too! I struggled a little bit with that one, but I pulled it off.

No Canadians this year. The Midwest dominates the competition with six spellers. Everyone else is from California, Florida, Nevada, New York, Virginia. The Mormon boy from Hawaii is out.

I’m rooting for them all.

Little Bee

I’m watching the semifinals on DVR right now. Extremely exciting stuff. Um, speller 18 is supposedly 13 years old. Um, early testosterone boost?

Went to the temple this morning after seminary. Good experience.

I’m a little weepy. Feeling extremely vulnerable.

But, I totally spelled nescience correctly. Me and New Hampshire, Speller 159, we’re buds.

Almost Done

Down to 41. Looks like it’s gonna be a pretty exciting semifinal. The kids look pretty cool, and I recognize quite a few returning contestants.

I can’t really sleep. It’s almost 2am. I’m in the living room with my laptop. Maybe I could sleep, but I don’t know how much rest I would get, if that makes any sense.

If any of you can’t tell, I’m in pure escapist mode right now. Yes, I know I need to follow up on resume submissions. Yes, I know I could go out and look for temporary work. Yes, I know I should also probably apply to schools. Yes, I know I need to be praying more specifically about what’s happening next in my life. Yes, I know I could use a priesthood blessing. I know I need to be sensible. I know these things.

I feel like I’m fading. Emotionally, psychologically. I know it’s high time to be gone from New York City, and I’m doing my best to accept it, but I haven’t said anything about accepting it, and I pretty much won’t talk about it because I’m too busy escaping, not from New York, but from myself. Acceptance doesn’t mean painlessness. And I feel like I’ve blended into the background, like everybody else knows but they won’t say, but it doesn’t matter because they’ve already acknowledged it some other way and it’s like I’m already gone.

So it should be easier to leave then, right? Just slip out the back door.

I’m giving another talk this Sunday. It’s supposed to last 10 to 15 minutes.

Bedtime.