02.23.02
I spent some real quality time with my climbing shoes today.
(WHAT?
Erm…I have green hair?
(That’s not what I was going for, and you know it.)
Well, it used to be red. So that’s a change. Pat thought it was from the chlorine from swimming. He has half right – it was for States.
(Oh, right. How was that?)
It was awesome. My relay got eighth, which kicks ass. I got a medal <g>. It was interesting because, in prelims, there was a false start. However, they let us swim the entire fifty sprint before telling us it was a false start. Since I was lead off, I got to swim the fifty sprint without knowing that it was a false start. I was PISSED. I went 19 in my fifty, too, which was kind of frustrating. The top sixteen come back for points, and seventeen and eighteen are alternates. So I missed it by less than a tenth of a second. And 28th in the hundred, which is better than I expected. Overall, a decent weekend. Well, except for the Plague. I caught the Plague, and was sick. So I know I could’ve done better.
(Right, right. So what else is new?)
Um…
(Let me narrow it down. Done any good climbing lately?)
As a matter of fact, yes. I’d been busy with swimming, so I’d not had a lot of time to go, but I’ve been twice in as many days, and I’ve done some fun stuff. I feel strong, and the spring waiver I’m getting should give me more time to get even stronger. I may compete this summer…we’ll see. Oh, and I interviewed for a job there on Thursday. It was actually quite fun; more like me and Jay and Dave hanging out than actually interviewing for something…and Dustin made it sound like he’d heard good things. So that’ll be fun.
(Speaking of Dustin…how’s Steeeeven?)
How did you hear about that? I mean…he’s fine. He’s 23, so shut up and leave me alone. Believe me, I got grilled about all males enough at States.
(Care to clarify?)
No.
(…all right then. So what’s up with Sweet 16?)
Not much. Hate the dance, hate the concept, don’t want to have to find a date. Will have to find a date. And if the person I want to ask is going to be able to come, I need to do it in the next week. Shit.
(And who is that?)
Like I’d tell you.
(Right. What about singing?)
I can’t, right now, which kinda sucks. I mean, I love it, it makes me happy, and I’ve not had a voice for the past week and a half. I’m a little better (I was singing in the car on the way home), but I still can’t do the kind of stuff I need to in chorus and Camerata. Blah. We have a performance on Monday night.
But, in other news, District was two
weekends ago, as was my All-State audition.
And I MADE IT! That was
exciting alone…then I found out that Ms. P, Morgan, Laura Lee, myself, and
possibly Kitz will be taking a 6-hour road trip to
(Right. And school?)
Ew. I’m just feeling burned out is all. I currently have a C in English, which is shocking. I’ve not had anything below an A since middle school. And I don’t feel bad saying that because English is the only thing in school that I’m any good at. And the only reason it’s an issue is because my teacher sent home a progress report. She didn’t have to do that. She just did it because I’m not working up to my potential. Fuck that. I didn’t read Jane Eyre on time, so I got screwed. We’ve had two more grades since then, but because she didn’t read them before she sent out the report, I’m without my car. It’s just not fair.
(Life’s not fair.)
Bite me.
(Ok. So you’ve not updated in over a month. Why not?)
Because I have a life. And I’ve been spending a lot of time updating on TOD. I really should take more care to work on So There, but TOD’s just so much easier. And besides that, I get instant gratification (notes) on that network, whereas few people ever email me to tell me they like my site. I have, granted, received IMs and emails from a few very nice people (all of whom I plan to reply to), but it’s nothing like the notes I get. It’s a warm fuzzy feeling. And it’s immature and I don’t care.
(Good for you. Done any good writing lately?)
Funny you should ask that. I quit Ridges today. Ridges, the PBeM that I’ve been in since I was twelve. But I got into Last Pass Pern, a writing club where I have free rein over my territory and my characters. This is Pern the way it was meant to be played, and I plan to enjoy it.
Beyond that, I’ve done some rants that I’ll post eventually, and a lovely little inspired bit on socks that I’ll post whenever I get around to it. And I also got a spot on the Humour page for the Match this past issue – it was a point-counterpoint on Valentine’s Day between myself and Andrew.
(Andrew? Another boy in your life?)
Another? Right. We’ll just add him up there with the stacks of boys in my life. Boys are frustrating as hell. Right now I’m talking to two, both of whom are annoying me simply because they are male. I spoke with several today, who annoy me for the same reason. And John Daniel is just an idiot.
(They’re all idiots.)
And so are you. I’m going to bed.