01.06.02
I
am an Eleventh-Hour kinda chick.
I
have this AP US History paper that was, technically, due last year.
The normally uptight Mr. Weiser gave us an indefinite extension, and yes,
I’ve had ALL BREAK to work on it. Does
this mean that I do it? Of course
not.
I’ve
been spending a ton of time on TeenOpenDiary in the past few days (please, stop
sniggering…and go there for amusing entries and details), and I’ve found
it’s a fascinating place to watch human nature in action.
I mean, people are so desperate for attention they write suicide notes
and tales of the utmost woe…what happened to being a normal, happy person?
I know I’m cheerful most of the time.
Yeah, I’m a cynic. What
can you expect?
Oh,
and by the way, Taylor bailed on me. Again.
If my numbers are correct, that brings that tally up to…::count::
thirty-six. Sweet.
Can you BLAME me for being pissed off?
Lesse…swimming
today was a bitch, but mainly because my right shoulder is pissed at me again. And then the left gets mad at me for favoring the right, and
we have mutiny in the ranks. I hate
it when my limbs turn against me. We
did several 200 sets, which normally aren’t that big of a deal.
It just sucked today. Nevermind
the adventure I had with parking…
…so I parked behind the pool and
next to the Richmond Cathedral, which has ‘Church parking only’ signs all
over the place. I’ve ignored them
in the past, and so have many other people.
Today, however, a man (priest?) came out of the church and asked me and
my gym bag if I was coming to church. I
responded that no, I had swimming practice in the next building.
He asked me to please move Bradley…I responded that I’d have to check
in with my coach. So I ran the
two-blocks worth of flooded sidewalk (it was 33 and raining heavily this
afternoon) to the gym, dropped my stuff off, and told Stott where I was going.
I expected to return to Bradley, move him, and get back into the warm
pool environment, no problem. This
dude had other plans tho…when I got back, he and his umbrella were waiting
there, and decided to give me a lecture while I stood in the rain.
I don’t even remember what he said…I was too cold and dripping wet
and impatient to listen…I just nodded. It
had to do with other people needing to use those spots (which are ALWAYS empty),
and respecting signs and youth these days…blah, blah, blah.
Ten minutes later, he let me go, and it took me another five minutes to
find a spot. I got to practice
twenty minutes late, but at least everyone (else) got a laugh out of it.
Me?
I’m gong to hell, apparently. Parking
in a church’s spots without intending to pray devoutly is the eighth deadly
sin…right under leaving the toilet seat up and jumping on
hotel-room beds. Hey, as Sporto
says: “Jesus died for our sins – let us not disappoint him.”
AND, to top it all off, practice sucked.
And Taylor bailed on me. That
really pisses me off.
Anyway,
I’ve been having fun still being on Christmas break (STILL?) Yes, still.
We got hit with a snowstorm on Wednesday night that got us out Thursday
and Friday. Rock. Barring Thursday, when EVERYTHING was closed (even the
Cathedral), I’ve been to the gym every day since the 29th.
Last night I was there, just bouldering and avoiding this History paper,
and Amy asked if I wanted to go see Lord of the Rings with her and Patrick.
Patrick’s another guy that works at the gym, who likes early REM and is
rather cool and very funny. So I
got permission from my parents (which was amazing), and went to the 10:40
showing. However, since Amy
couldn’t contact her parents, she went home first and, for some reason, never
showed up. So Patrick and I got to
the theatre, a little late, and sat down…with one seat between us. I have NO idea why (I sat down first), but it would’ve been
more awkward to move, I think. So
when we got bored about ľ of the way through the movie, we started whispering
comments to each other across the empty seat.
As for the movie, the only complaint I have is that it was LONG.
Three hours long; I got home at near two.
AM. And I spent the entire movie cold and hungry and
fidgety…I’ve not seen a movie since July, so I’m not used to sitting still
THAT LONG. Plus, everything
reminded me of something else…the elfish dude reminded me of Link, the random
chick in white that told Frodo to look into the mirror was like Zelda, I swear
those were recycled Star Wars monsters I saw in there…and has anyone else
noticed how everything is the ‘stone of this place’ or the ‘sword of that
place’ or the ‘dungeon of this civilization’ and you can NEVER UNDERSTAND
THE NAMES. That’s distracting. It
served to pull me further out of the plot…which, fortunately, was easy to
follow. Meanwhile, the only names I
caught were Frodo, Bilbo, and their long-lost second cousin Dildo, plus Gandaulf
and Sauroman, who was good but went bad. So
the moral of the story is that I have the attention span of a three-year-old.
What
was I saying, again?
...
Come
on, you know that was funny.
I
have an audition on Wednesday, followed by a concert on Wednesday.
I’m interested to see if we or our outfits are going to be ready. I’m excited, tho…I love performing. So the audition should be fun, too.
Thursday’s
my birthday! I’m excited…I can finally buy R-rated tickets and carry
more than two people in my car. And,
if my parents don’t object, I’m going to try and go buy myself an R-movie
ticket that night. I want to see Amčlie
again…it’s this incredible French film (with subtitles) that is more artsy
than usual, but also very beautifully done and elegant and I really enjoyed it
the first time, so. Plus, I’m
hoping I can coerce Steven to come with me.
Another
one of my gym boys, you bet. He’s
Dustin’s roommate, and another very nice guy.
He threw money at me when I suggested he and Dustin were sleeping
together…where ‘threw money’ most nearly means ‘flicked a penny at
terminal velocity.’ But he taught
me how do to it, so it’s pretty much all good.
He’s a nice guy, and he gave me his number to call iffen I ever need
someone to climb with…which is often. And
he liked Amčlie. And he’s
intelligent and likes to read. And
he has this book that’s hilarious…I started reading it last night, and have
since forgotten who it’s by. Very
funny, at any rate.
I’ll
probably be updating on TOD more frequently than on So There for a
while…it’s easier, there’s controversy, and I know people read that
because they give me cool little note thingies that boost my self-esteem.
God knows I need that.
Thank
you again, Taylor.