Well, I have officially completed my first 2 days at Kent Denver. It's pretty much a party. I still don't really have all that many friends, but there are a couple I hang out with. Half of them are seniors on the Cross Country team, but that's ok! I have freshman pallies too. Like Tyler. He's amazing. And also my current best friend who's not a St. Anne's kid. But if you met him, you would think he's just about the coolest kid in the world. So yeah. There's another girl, who's in my advisory and also my choir and a few of my other classes who's really cool. So I'm well on my way to having friends.
Pretty much classes are really fun. I know that sounds like absolute BS, but my teachers are amazing. Mr. Burnham, my LST (science) teacher is crazy. He smashed a watch on our first day. It was really cool. My Western Civ. teacher, Mrs. Shannon, is totally nuts. I mean, complete and utter basket case. But she seems nice enough, so it's all good. Essentially, all my teachers are good, and none of the classes are too dreadful as of yet, so it's all good.
Cross country is a party as ever. The first meet is tomorrow, but I'm not running since I'm JV. What ever. I'll be running in spirit. Or something equally sappy and stupid. Because I love my team. They are amazing, and yeah. Amazing. You should all be jealous of my amazing team.
Ok, well, I'm really tired right now, my phone is beeping incessantly at me, and my music becons. Not to mention my lip is twitching. I don't think that's normal.
Good night, world!
~the supreme ruler of the universe
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Whatever My Poor Mind Comes Up With
Happy birthday to me. Ain't that exciting. Wow, I'm 15. Bet you all are really excited by that. Sadly, I'm not really either. I tcould have something to do with the fact that I'm not actually doing anything for my birthday today. I woke up at 6:20 for cross country, ran, and then I've been home alone since. Tonight my parents have a function to attend, so they're not getting home til later, and the my brother is out with a friend all night, so it's not even really a whole family affair. ANd to top it all off, it's not even totally my birthday. My mom's is the same day, so I don't even have the whole day to myself. It might sound selfish, but for once, I'd just like to have a day just for me.
So I'm sitting here alone and I have this strong desire to do something recless and crazy. Like get drunk. Except not really, cuz that's a really really stupid thing to do, not to mention my parents would kill me. And I don't even want to know what all my friends would do if I did something that stupid. The next thing that comes to mind is go out and dye my hair. Like blue or fire-engine red or something crazy. That's really tempting. So is either getting a haircut or cutting it myslef, and making it totally crazy. Like all ragged and stuff. It's really hard not to do that. The only thing, really, keeping me from doing it is the thought of my friends. Seriously, if I didn't have friends who would flip if I did something along those lines, I'd do it. Maybe I'll go get another piercing. It'd be seriously cool. Except I think I'd need a parent for that. Darn.
You know what I might go do now? I think I'm going to go blast extremely loud headbanging, explitive-laden music and party. It sounds like a lot of fun, and it would certainly break the monotony of the day. I guess I've finally lost it, as right now even going to school is sounding like fun. I guess boredom does weird things to you.
I'm so embarassed to be related to my brother. I know it's not very nice of me to be disgusted by his lack of writing talent (I mean, we can't all be super-geniuses, can we? :) )but seriously, it's pathetic. I wrote better in 4th grade! Listen to this, It's an excerpt from some of the stuff he did for his summer journal. He writes, and this is a direct quote,
"A-Rod's Criticism
Alex Rodriguez's season is farr too good to be getting all this from the fans and media. Some of this is good, but most of its bad. THe fans got on him last year when he was slumping, but this yeah he is roaring out of the gates with 39 homeruns. HE also made the all-star team in which he played six innings. He made the team because of his bat. THe critics are talking bad about his 'poor' fielding, but its average. They area also on him because he strikes out a lot, but power hitters strike out more than regular hitters."
Would somebody like to explain what the devil any of that means? I'd write more, but I don't actually feel like it. In fact, I may take a nap. I fdon't know.
i feel loved, Ms. Gilbert just called to wish me a happy birthday, and Alex called me during his lunch break. I love my friends. Even if they do keep me from being impulsive. ;)
love to all.
~the supreme ruler of the universe
So I'm sitting here alone and I have this strong desire to do something recless and crazy. Like get drunk. Except not really, cuz that's a really really stupid thing to do, not to mention my parents would kill me. And I don't even want to know what all my friends would do if I did something that stupid. The next thing that comes to mind is go out and dye my hair. Like blue or fire-engine red or something crazy. That's really tempting. So is either getting a haircut or cutting it myslef, and making it totally crazy. Like all ragged and stuff. It's really hard not to do that. The only thing, really, keeping me from doing it is the thought of my friends. Seriously, if I didn't have friends who would flip if I did something along those lines, I'd do it. Maybe I'll go get another piercing. It'd be seriously cool. Except I think I'd need a parent for that. Darn.
You know what I might go do now? I think I'm going to go blast extremely loud headbanging, explitive-laden music and party. It sounds like a lot of fun, and it would certainly break the monotony of the day. I guess I've finally lost it, as right now even going to school is sounding like fun. I guess boredom does weird things to you.
I'm so embarassed to be related to my brother. I know it's not very nice of me to be disgusted by his lack of writing talent (I mean, we can't all be super-geniuses, can we? :) )but seriously, it's pathetic. I wrote better in 4th grade! Listen to this, It's an excerpt from some of the stuff he did for his summer journal. He writes, and this is a direct quote,
"A-Rod's Criticism
Alex Rodriguez's season is farr too good to be getting all this from the fans and media. Some of this is good, but most of its bad. THe fans got on him last year when he was slumping, but this yeah he is roaring out of the gates with 39 homeruns. HE also made the all-star team in which he played six innings. He made the team because of his bat. THe critics are talking bad about his 'poor' fielding, but its average. They area also on him because he strikes out a lot, but power hitters strike out more than regular hitters."
Would somebody like to explain what the devil any of that means? I'd write more, but I don't actually feel like it. In fact, I may take a nap. I fdon't know.
i feel loved, Ms. Gilbert just called to wish me a happy birthday, and Alex called me during his lunch break. I love my friends. Even if they do keep me from being impulsive. ;)
love to all.
~the supreme ruler of the universe
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Serious Insecurity and Other Stuff Like That
CAUTION: The following writing is me being ridiculously insecure and girly. It is more a release than actual information. If you have no desire to read me complaining about a multitude of problems, DON'T BOTHER READING ANY MORE!
I am officially a prig, a prat, a dither-spaz, and any number of other things. It's rather tragic, and also makes me want to cry. So essentially there was a freshman pizza party/ get to know the other kids type night tonight. And I made a complete and utter fool of my self on SO many levels. Which basically means that as of right now, I'm looking forward to having a looooong freshman year without a best friend. Which I have to say is really intimidating, because I haven't been without a best friend since preschool, 11 long years ago. And about 9 of those years, my best friend was the same person. So I'm having some serious insecurity issues at the moment. I really need a hug. Badly.
Anyway, I was hanging out with one of my friends, Paul, (yeah, so I'll still have my St. Anne's friends, but I need other friends. Especially since all my SAES pals are boys now.) and a boy who used to go to school with us but let after 5th grade was there. I never much liked him, but seeing as he was Paul's friend in lower school, I decided I could at least try to be civil. But Paul was going to drage me over to talk to him. While on my way over, right after Paul had gotten Richard's attention, I managed to trip into a little ditch. Then, after Richy (yeah, that's what they call him now) admitted to knowing me, I scolded him for not talking to me at weight training over the summer. Once he remembered that I was indeed there and apologized for not talking to me, I told him I didn't actually care. How stupid am I? Urg!
Then I pulled a classic Emily dither-spaz meeting a new person moment. I have this nack (is that how you spell that?) for goiong totally crazy when I meet new people, and I definately did that. So this kid Thomas introduced himself to me, and he was a very nice boy. Then I proceeded to say something to the extrent of "I'm Emily. I'm crazy. In case you hadn't noticed. Anyway, this is Caroline. She's not crazy. Well, at least, not as crazy as I am, not that that's actually saying ,much seeing as I'm pretty crazy...I'm going to stop talking now." The poor kid. I'm pretty sure I terrified him. Now, all of this was in a higher, slightly hysterical-sounding voice. I always do that. I just can't make my self stop talking. Sort of like now, except I can't stop reliving it.
Someone please help me out here, tell me I'm not crazy and an absolute freak, and that I will make friends. I need a hug.
~the insecure ruler of dither-spazzes
I am officially a prig, a prat, a dither-spaz, and any number of other things. It's rather tragic, and also makes me want to cry. So essentially there was a freshman pizza party/ get to know the other kids type night tonight. And I made a complete and utter fool of my self on SO many levels. Which basically means that as of right now, I'm looking forward to having a looooong freshman year without a best friend. Which I have to say is really intimidating, because I haven't been without a best friend since preschool, 11 long years ago. And about 9 of those years, my best friend was the same person. So I'm having some serious insecurity issues at the moment. I really need a hug. Badly.
Anyway, I was hanging out with one of my friends, Paul, (yeah, so I'll still have my St. Anne's friends, but I need other friends. Especially since all my SAES pals are boys now.) and a boy who used to go to school with us but let after 5th grade was there. I never much liked him, but seeing as he was Paul's friend in lower school, I decided I could at least try to be civil. But Paul was going to drage me over to talk to him. While on my way over, right after Paul had gotten Richard's attention, I managed to trip into a little ditch. Then, after Richy (yeah, that's what they call him now) admitted to knowing me, I scolded him for not talking to me at weight training over the summer. Once he remembered that I was indeed there and apologized for not talking to me, I told him I didn't actually care. How stupid am I? Urg!
Then I pulled a classic Emily dither-spaz meeting a new person moment. I have this nack (is that how you spell that?) for goiong totally crazy when I meet new people, and I definately did that. So this kid Thomas introduced himself to me, and he was a very nice boy. Then I proceeded to say something to the extrent of "I'm Emily. I'm crazy. In case you hadn't noticed. Anyway, this is Caroline. She's not crazy. Well, at least, not as crazy as I am, not that that's actually saying ,much seeing as I'm pretty crazy...I'm going to stop talking now." The poor kid. I'm pretty sure I terrified him. Now, all of this was in a higher, slightly hysterical-sounding voice. I always do that. I just can't make my self stop talking. Sort of like now, except I can't stop reliving it.
Someone please help me out here, tell me I'm not crazy and an absolute freak, and that I will make friends. I need a hug.
~the insecure ruler of dither-spazzes
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Back From the Wild Blue Yonder and all that...
HELLO LOYAL READERS!
Sorry it's been so long since my last post, but I've been on vacation in New Hampshire. (New Hampster for you cool people) Anyway, I spent my days there swimming, running, reading, and eating on the shores of Spofford Lake. For those of you who know anything about New Hampshire, Spofford is just outside of Keene on the Vermont boarder. THe nearest VT. town in Brattleboro. In case any ofyou care. So essentially it was a lot of fun, even if I only ran once and my shoulder started acting up again. For full details on the woes of my shoulder, call or e-mail me and I'll tell you the whole sad story.
So, alas, it's that time of year; the time we all dread: the end of summer! Cue scary, powerful music Anyway, I start school the 28th, although the vast majority of my friends start about the 20th. Poor them. It would figure that the last few weeks of summer are the hottest. I swear, it's been over 90 more in the last week than it has been the rest of the year. Dreadful, really, seeing as I have cross country practice. Running in the aweful heat is no fun. None at all.
I've started cross country pre-season. It's pretty cool. All the kids seem pretty nice, which is good. I'm really really slow, but at the moment, I don't care. I know I'm not a varsity runner, and frankly, I don't really care. It's fun just being on the team. Every one is crazy, and I know a hand-full of people from middle-school, so it's "jolly good fun" as my coach says. Yes yes. Cross country is definately the best thing ever. Especially as we listened to Brittney Spears, the BackStreet Boys, N*Sync, and Disney songs in the bus. I already love my team, and I hardly know them. Heck yes!
Alas and alack, school is almost here. Aparantly in high school, you're too mature for supply lists, so I have NO idea what I need for school. It's pretty amazing. I don't have my schedule yet, which is tragic, but I have school books coming out my ears. It's really ridiculous the stuff you need for all the classes. One thing I'm looking forward to is English. My old school has such and insanely strong English porgram that I'm going to be able to sleep through English, and also possibly math. That should be exciting, no?
Hmmm, it's thundering and lightning-ing (it that right? Paul?) outside. That's fun! I hope it rains! Rain is the best! Although if it does it means I have to sit in the snack bar with absolutely nothing to do for hours and hours. That's not much fun. But it'll be worth it to listen to the rain come down. I really really like rain. A lot. And also Irish accents, so I think I'll move to Ireland. I want to do a semester abroad at University of Dublin or something like that in college. I'll ask my old English teacher about that, as he did that. I'm jealous!
Alright, well, that's about all, folks. Oh yeah, and if anyone in this wide wide world knows how to make the comment button thingy show up in some of my old posts, I'd really appreciate it if they'd give me a hand. (NICK!)
~the supreme ruler of the universe
Sorry it's been so long since my last post, but I've been on vacation in New Hampshire. (New Hampster for you cool people) Anyway, I spent my days there swimming, running, reading, and eating on the shores of Spofford Lake. For those of you who know anything about New Hampshire, Spofford is just outside of Keene on the Vermont boarder. THe nearest VT. town in Brattleboro. In case any ofyou care. So essentially it was a lot of fun, even if I only ran once and my shoulder started acting up again. For full details on the woes of my shoulder, call or e-mail me and I'll tell you the whole sad story.
So, alas, it's that time of year; the time we all dread: the end of summer! Cue scary, powerful music Anyway, I start school the 28th, although the vast majority of my friends start about the 20th. Poor them. It would figure that the last few weeks of summer are the hottest. I swear, it's been over 90 more in the last week than it has been the rest of the year. Dreadful, really, seeing as I have cross country practice. Running in the aweful heat is no fun. None at all.
I've started cross country pre-season. It's pretty cool. All the kids seem pretty nice, which is good. I'm really really slow, but at the moment, I don't care. I know I'm not a varsity runner, and frankly, I don't really care. It's fun just being on the team. Every one is crazy, and I know a hand-full of people from middle-school, so it's "jolly good fun" as my coach says. Yes yes. Cross country is definately the best thing ever. Especially as we listened to Brittney Spears, the BackStreet Boys, N*Sync, and Disney songs in the bus. I already love my team, and I hardly know them. Heck yes!
Alas and alack, school is almost here. Aparantly in high school, you're too mature for supply lists, so I have NO idea what I need for school. It's pretty amazing. I don't have my schedule yet, which is tragic, but I have school books coming out my ears. It's really ridiculous the stuff you need for all the classes. One thing I'm looking forward to is English. My old school has such and insanely strong English porgram that I'm going to be able to sleep through English, and also possibly math. That should be exciting, no?
Hmmm, it's thundering and lightning-ing (it that right? Paul?) outside. That's fun! I hope it rains! Rain is the best! Although if it does it means I have to sit in the snack bar with absolutely nothing to do for hours and hours. That's not much fun. But it'll be worth it to listen to the rain come down. I really really like rain. A lot. And also Irish accents, so I think I'll move to Ireland. I want to do a semester abroad at University of Dublin or something like that in college. I'll ask my old English teacher about that, as he did that. I'm jealous!
Alright, well, that's about all, folks. Oh yeah, and if anyone in this wide wide world knows how to make the comment button thingy show up in some of my old posts, I'd really appreciate it if they'd give me a hand. (NICK!)
~the supreme ruler of the universe
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