02.15.03
Contents of my trunk, 12 February 2003:
-
blue ballpoint
pen
-
black ballpoint
pen
-
swimming warmup
jackets: numbers 29 and 24 (I’m number 24.)
-
Flute
-
Orange
sweatshirt
-
Grey dragon
sweatshirt
-
Silver Gap shirt
-
Suit jacket
-
Tan shirt
-
Rope in rope bag
-
Grey shirt (2)
-
Rack of 10
quickdraws on rope ‘sling’
-
2 wiregate
biners
-
Bible, covered
in silver duct tape. Pretty.
-
Language &
Composition folder
-
An ‘Ultimately
Satisfying’ bathroom reader book (it was a gift.)
-
SR-71 CD case.
(The CD has been in the house for three weeks.)
-
Collegiate
2002-2003 directory
-
“I live in my
own little world. But it’s ok;
they know me there” t-shirt
-
green Prana
shirt
-
Boots
-
Character shoes
-
Dress shoes
-
Ski jacket with
detachable (and detached) fleece lining
-
Chorus dress
-
Bathing suit
wrapped in towel – both still damp (probably from two weeks ago.
Ew.)
-
1 pair pantyhose
-
Black shirt
-
Frosh play
script/notes
-
Various species
of underwear
-
Discman with
headphones (2 of each)
-
Cow finger
puppet
-
Fork
-
Dress pants
-
‘Mattress’
t-shirt
-
1999 champs
t-shirt
-
24 socks
-
4 footie-thingies
-
2 necklaces, neither
mine
-
4 plastic bags
-
a gift bag from
before Christmas
-
lots of petty
change
-
candy.
-
ITFS shirt
-
‘Good News’
t-shirt
-
Stanford
sweatshirt
-
X-files video
from English class
-
‘Mattress’
video
-
Mort
-
Spiral notebook
-
6 CD cases
-
negatives from a
roll of photos
-
chorus folder
(which I’ve been looking for since December)
-
District name
tag
-
Time
and Newsweek from the Columbia
week.
I just found that list amusing.
I also found some stuff in the front seats, but that was just
from the trunk. It got to the
point where a) I could dress myself out of my trunk – for any occasion! – on
a moment’s notice and b) I couldn’t fit both my swimming bag and school bag
in there at the same time. Also
notice that I did not find my sneakers
or my ‘Life is Good’ hat. Both
of these are depressing. I need a
hat; my head is cold.
Last week was long, despite it’s four-day-ness.
I went to every practice except Tuesday, ‘cuz the VCU pool sucks
people’s souls and burns their skin off. Fortunately,
it’s nearly taper week, ‘cuz we had LIS today.
So yesterday, and the Y, practice was quite short – only a 2100 or so
– and I actually felt good. (Maybe
it was all the sugar.) Anyway, I got
in, chugged along, and just before a 4 x 75 kick set, my lungs started burning
and I paused to cough. Noah
was hacking too, but Mike didn’t really pay any attention to us because we
always do that. So I did most of the
kick set, and by the time we finished that,
everyone was coughing. So we cracked
the door nearest to our end of the pool – leading to the 40 degree outside, I
might add – and stuck our heads out to get fresh air.
Didn’t help much. We were doing fifties on 2:00 just because we needed
that much time to recover. It
sucked.
So eventually Mike talked to the pool guy, who told him
something to the effect of “The pH in the pool is off, so there’s too much
chlorine, so the extra is seeping off as gas, and the previous kick set didn't
help. Or something."
Anyway, the point is that we were coughing, so they opened all of the
doors to the outside, which let in cold air, which sucked ‘cuz we were cold
and naked and the Y is cold anyway. It
was just an unfortunate practice, and I rolled fifteen minutes early for lack of
any drive to do anything else. Yup.
Last weekend was District.
It sucked, because Friday was supposed to be our first day of rehearsal,
and it snowed. So we had to cram
twelve + hours of scheduled rehearsal into one day…it was tiring, and we
weren’t nearly as good as we could have been…basically, our director talked
to us and tried to bond with us when we just needed to learn the music.
It wasn’t a day to have fun; it’s a performance-based festival, and
we should have been more focused on the music.
But whatever. All-State
auditions were that day, and I felt like I did ok…and yet, when they announced
the names, I was only first alternate for Altos.
Now don’t get me wrong; it rocks. But
I made it last year, and I was really looking forward to it this year.
But what was also shocking and/or disappointing was that I was the only
one from Collegiate to even be an alternate.
Still, I got over it, and figured meh, it’s a free weekend in April.
That night I went to Trinity ‘cuz Jordan was there, and so
were three of his hot friends. I
wish I could have hot friends. I
stayed there for a bit, then went to Becca’s for a short while.
I entered her room with a piece of pizza and they all started
laughing…apparently if anyone were to let themselves into her house, snag some
pizza, and find them upstairs, it’d be me.
I stayed there for about ten minutes, then went back to Trinity to hang
out a bit more. Then I went to the
midnight movie, which was Mallrats and a bad idea. I
didn’t feel well, but I didn’t want to abandon Carter.
We shoulda just rented it and fallen asleep to it at my house, but
whatever.
Sunday I went to practice and planned a night out, ‘cuz we
didn’t have school Monday. It
ended up being myself, Spoon, Reid, Kim, Elissa, and…oh, that was it.
We ate dinner at Palani drive, when the three carnivores mocked the two
veggies judiciously, then hit Blockbuster to find a movie…we got Boondock
Saints, which is incredible and needs to be watched.
Yup.
Monday was a non-event, until I decided to go get some work
done at Barnes & Noble. I did,
and then decided to get a hamster. Seriously.
Becca got one, Suz got one, and I figured hey, why not join the crowd?
I got a baby, who’s adorable and tiny and I think I’m allergic.
I took her to Lauren’s house to show Suz, and Alan and Harrison were
also there…Harrison asked if he could throw her against a wall.
He’s funny. Then Lora and
Danny showed up, which was cool, ‘cuz I’ve not seen Danny since Christmas.
And then I went to Anthony’s, which was also great, because I’ve not
seen him in a while and he gives great hugs.
I came home and managed to sneak the hamster into my room
without any questions from my parents, got her set up, and then asked if I could have a hamster.
Mom said ‘no!’ and I said ‘well, then I’ll have to take her
back.’ They looked at me funny.
Anyway, she’s since grown on them, she’s been here
almost a week, isn’t dead yet, and has crapped on everyone that lays hands
on her (except Elissa.) After much
debate, I named her Dammit…other rejected names include Shithouse, Fuzzy
Harbinger of Cuddly Doom, and Poopie. Reid
called her a little ball of hate. I
found that amusing.
So yeah, I have a new friend, who is nocturnal and makes me
sneeze. Sweet.
Oh, and I also found out on Monday that I’m going to State.
Seriously. I was
sitting in Lauren’s living room, and my cell phone buzzed.
Ms. P was on the other end, and asked me if I wanted to take a trip to
Charlottesville in April. I flipped
out, especially since I’d been bitching the night before that alternates never
go. I’m still really thrilled
about the whole thing, and hopefully Brice’ll go too, so I’ll have someone
to hang out with.
The only problem is that the concert is the same weekend as
the Spring Play. This means that,
even though I didn’t get cast and was pissed about that, I can’t even tech
it. I think I’m doing sound design
or something, since I’m certainly going to work on it.
It just sucks that I can’t be there for closing night of the last show
of high school. But I guess I’ll
get over it…it means I won’t have to actively work with people that piss me
off.
The rest of this week went ok…lots of work, most of which
I didn’t do. Mrs. Griffin was back
in class after a week hiatus, and we missed
her like you’d not believe. The
sub was dry, somewhat dull, but he had a spark of humor.
Which he negated by pronouncing ‘cotyledon’ wrong.
This wouldn’t’ve been a problem if we hadn’t been on a chapter that
dealt almost exclusively with ‘cottle-dons.’
I was about to scream. I’m
hyper picky about grammar and stuff anyway
and I hate when people mis-pronounce
words. But.
Mamma G’s back, so all is right with the world.
Lesse...despite all my attempts to the contrary, yesterday
was Valentine’s Day, which was actually not that bad.
The Senior class officers decided that the Seniors should make
Valentine’s day bags for our lockers, like we did in Lower School.
It was an incredible idea, and it was so nice to have candy and cards in
my bag all day. Just very cool.
I was on an unnatural sugar high all day, which was also very nice.
What wasn’t so nice were all the couples.
Especially the ones in SAC.
I waged war on behalf of the Journalism room on Tuesday,
posting a sign which basically said ‘look, it’s a classroom, take your
loudness somewhere else…like perhaps across the hall to the enormous room
designed for that sort of thing.’ It’s
gotten quieter in there, and I think I made my point.
Maybe I pissed some people off, but to be quite honest, I don’t care.
I just…don’t. I don’t
need people that are going to fuck with me and with people I love.
I don’t need people to whom our friendship means so little that
they’ll call me a bitch to others but smile to my face.
I don’t fucking need that.
That said, I gave the whole love-thing some thought, which
was further spurred by a singles party I had last night.
I don’t want a boyfriend who
I’m going to get attached to and miss when I leave.
I don’t want to get with an underclassman, either, because you have to
deal with the whole separation thing when you go to college and what happens to
the relationship? I don’t want to
feel like I’m leaving somebody behind. Nor
do I want something serious and deep and emotional.
I’m leaving in six months. I
don’t know where I’m going, but I’m going to cut all the ties I possibly
can and only keep the friends that I love and that I know love me.
I’m starting to do that now. I
can’t wait till I can do it for final.
Anyway, I basically want a guy I can curl up with to watch a
movie. I want a companion, someone
to talk to and laugh with and flirt with and kiss and hug and hold hands with.
I want someone who I know enjoys my company, and whose company I enjoy.
Someone who might be willing to make me feel like a girl every once in a
while. Someone with whom I can joke
about castration, severe beatings, or dead babies (in any order.)
I don’t’ want someone to fall in love with.
I think I covered it pretty well last entry: I’m neither ready nor
willing to fall in love, and I think anyone who is at my age is either full or
shit or fucked up beyond common sense. (Or
just selfish, but we’re not going to go there because then I’ll get angry
again.)
Last night I was able to lean into someone and laugh with
him, and enjoy the feeling of having someone who was, for whatever duration of
time, in some way enjoying that I was there.
Not that he was doing anything but existing, laughing, and warming my
back. But the fact that he didn’t
move away – stayed when I got up, came back when he did – was enough that I
felt like, perhaps, I’m not always in the way.
I don’t know what’s next (probably nothing, and I guess I’m cool with
that), but for a few hours at least, I felt comfortable.
We watched Lock,
Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels (‘we’ being me, Kim, Carter, Reid, Spoon,
and Elissa for a bit); played with Dammit, and then Spoon suggested we watch The
Matrix since it was in the DVD player and I’d never seen it.
(Sacrilege, I know.) Both
movies were incredible, but I need to watch the end of Lock, Stock again ‘cuz my idiot friends talked through it.
Oh, and since Spoon has no perception of time, he ended up staying
‘till almost 11 when roll time was supposed to be 10.
We finished the movie, but everyone else but Spoon left before that because, well,
Reid and I had to be at school at FIVE FIFTY this morning to leave for
Randolph-Macon and League Champs.
And that was an adventure.
I napped the way there, got in for warm-ups, napped ‘till the meet
started, and then was pretty much awake for the rest of it.
It was only four hours long, which, for a League meet in a six-lane pool,
isn’t that bad. Our medley relay
sucked – we got fourth and should’ve won – but we picked it up in the
second half. I went a PR for the
season in the fifty – my only individual – at 27:47.
Got sixth. Our 200 free relay
won, ‘cuz we’re awesome like that, and I think I split at a low 27.
I just need to work on my breathing and I’ll break 27.
I’m sure of it.
The final scores were incredible; at the beginning, we
weren’t sure we’d win. This is
crazy, because we’ve been League champs every year since the team’s
inception. The final scores proved
that we’re just amazing:
COOL
558.5
NA
395
Saint Catherine's 371.5
GERT
271
TES
211
Saint Margaret
83
(We’re COOL, by the way.)
Boys got fifth, which isn’t that bad, considering Andrew was sick and
we’ve got a tiny boys’ team this year. And
girls got a trophy, go girls.
States is in two weeks.
Next weekend I’m either going skiing or to a play at Christopher
Newport…not sure which, or even if my parents will let me do either.
Ah well, it’ll work out.
It’s been icing all day (not that I noticed, since I slept from when I got home at two ‘till almost 8), and we’ll probably not have school on Monday. I plan to wreak havoc among neighborhood children tomorrow. Whee.
That’s about all for this update.
It’s been fun to write…I got some mundane stuff as well as some
philosophical stuff. If you’ve
read this far, you’re quite cool. Now
go check out the rest of the new design (which is slowly taking over the old
one…) and lemme know what you think.
Quote of the day:
Me:
“I think I scared Spoon.”
Elissa: “Well, you told
him you were gonna castrate him with a spoon.
That’s pretty scary.”