"Sometimes I think grownups only pretend to know what they're doing"

Ach...The ants have begun their yearly invasion of our house. I think they've got a nest in the ceiling above my bathroom/bedroom, cause that's where they keep appearing. I usually end up killing about 8 of them a day. Not fun stuff. This morning though we put an old trash bag over the fan in my bathroom, which is where we suspect them of coming from. Hopefully it'll help.
Yesterday I got back from the state Mathcounts competition, which is essentially a convention of math geeks who compete to get trophies and stuff. I placed 7th in the state, and got a massive trophy, which made me feel pretty special. However I have my suspicions, along with the two coaches, that they somehow screwed up grading my test. We think this because usually on state level tests I do about 18 problems, and get at least 15 right. However at the competition I did 18 problems, and felt quite good about how I did on them, but supposedly only got 9 right. However suspicious this is, the most we can do is write a letter of complaining suspicion, and even if they find I should have gotten 3rd or something the most they can do is write a letter back saying "We failed...don't say anything to any of our sponsors...we can't actually change the placings so go away." Ah well, I'm content to get a trophy at all.
In other competition related news our school had it's second annual "Battle of the Bands" last Friday. Battle of the Bands at my school is essentially the graduating class playing badly rehearsed and occasionally listenable to songs that they've made up. I was in one of the bands this year...and my god, the song we had was bad. By bad, I mean that if you heard it on the radio you'd turn it off fairly quickly, maybe wonder how the heck someone could write that, but that'd be it. The other two bands (we have a small school) had songs that were apparently even worse, because my band, by some miracle, won. The band that took second in my opinion should have been third. They had two of the girls in our class who can't sing that amazingly singing notes 5 times too high for their voices, along with mildly disturbing drumming and a piano and guitar that didn't fit in at all.
Progress on Ninjava: Just about none. My friend and I came up with a sort of storyline for it on the way back from state. Here it is: You are a Ninja, but your awesome pimpin' clothes got stolen by jealous people who wanted cool clothes. You've got to retrieve you awesome accessories, which give you powers as you go through the game. We were thinking something like three worlds, one for each item, and the final boss of each one being the person who stole your item.
That's all for now, I'll post something next time anything interesting happens, which isn't too often.