"Why give up something you can't go a day without thinking about?"

COLLEGE

Fri, 05 Sep 2008 13:23:05 GMT

I just have to say that I am extremely pumped to be in college. It has been nearly one week (having moved in this past Sunday), but it feels like I've been here for three years. Crazy.
I suppose tomorrow I will wake up and I really HAVE been here for three years!

At Umass I'm living in Northeast, which has proven to be a very desirable location, having the gym across the road and the dining hall basically out my window. And always there is volleyball (which is, to tell you the truth, actually a whole lot more fun when you dive for the ball and skin your entire stomach on sand) and downstairs there is pingpong and pool and tv-watching.
In my room somehow there are always people watching tennis and eating and laughing and perhaps playing Apples to Apples. We stay up late and get up early to run. It doesn't make sense, but that's what's fun so that's what we do.
Also, our whole dorm seems to be very friendly, but I must say that we have the best floor around. Everyone to my roommate to the every single person (I am thinking) around the corner is wicked awesome and adds to the whole atmosphere of easy-going talks and inevitable stops to chat in who ever's room is open.
AND. We have about 26 guitarists on this one floor. Haha not quite that amount, but last night we had a concert by Jake and Graig and then I played (under request) guitar on Pengse's bed while he wrote some African-American paper, and then Chris came in and I taught him some chords.
Right next to us, that's another guitarist, and Nate around the corner, and I'm positive there are more but I simply am not writing them down.
ANYWAY. Last night we played volleyball (in the sandpaper sand) from around 8 to 11, or past that, I can't remember. We stayed up till this morning playing guitar and talking (Chris, Pengse, and I) and we made a plan with Hannah to wake up this morning to play tennis.
WELLL. Let me tell you how much the boys suck, for they still have not woken up, after and hour and 15 minutes of waiting. Wow, they are awful. Haha. Hannah has gone back to bed and I have gotten my boxing gloves on to give them each a nice punch in the face.
Juuuuuust kidding, it's not the END of the world.

So anyway, college has proved to be everything that I wanted and expected and so much more on top of that, which I think was made posseebs by the number of stupendous people I've met so far. Classes seem bearable and I find the time when I'm walking to class alone, it is THEEEE most enjoyable thing to listen to music while I walk, particularly Coldplay. Although I must admit, I undoubtedly look like a maniacal retard because sometimes my grin is rather hard to suppress.
Anywooooooo!
Perhaps sometime someone will get up and we will go to eat. And this time I am trying an omelet like Pengse so expertly makes. AH!
My one class today is only 50 minutes long, at 12:20. So that makes me happy, if you couldn't imagine. However, it sucks because I have to go home in the afternoon because on Saturday I must run a roadrace and play music with the FAM at Field Day in Hubbtown. Luckily my darling sista is bringing me back Saturday evening. Woop!

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 15:42:13 GMT

Last night went to the movies with a bunch of guys and Jenny Lynn and got home at 11:30 to Mel studying Spanish (just for her very own benefit) in the living room. Andrew and I had some much-needed eye contact going on, as Mel is a little strange at times. HA! (I'm sure we didn't help her mood anyway....)
Finished the important jobs on the job list for today and have been talking to Sean via im for a little bit. He is having problems with his relationship that may not be a relationship anymore. Wow, how detailed that sentence was. I just feel bad--while I was off walking beaches, there were still people at home running relatively normal lives and dealing with ridiculous problems.

Martha's

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 17:07:21 GMT

Just got back from Martha's Vineyard and have been trying to access my online accounts for Umass ever since. WHAT the heck. And Wednesday is orientation....

What is with the Sun?

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 02:55:55 GMT

Delectably cool breeze from this loud fan. And what a difference this last ten minutes has been compared to the rest of the day! I have spent every hour since 7:45 outside on a track, till 8:30. That's a stinking long time when the sun is as hot as ever and you can't even SIT calmly in the sun without breaking out the sweat.
7:45am arrived (thanks to Brendan, who also brought my parents' canopy, for extra shade) at Quabbin and set up tents and chairs and organized everything for the Special Olympics.
9:30am Special Olympics began, started off by Hank Stolz--all the athletes took a lap around the track, the band was playing an inspiring song, and the Flame of Hope was run in and the games began! Haha I am sounding dumb, but I believe it is actual delirium, whether or not you sea its' affects hear.
12:30pm Special Olympics was finished. Meg and I, being inexplicitly dumb, had nowhere to go. We went into the school and laid down in the nurses. When I went to go ask if we could shut the lights off, she asked us all these questions, and then Meg came out and said
"We're graduated. We had the blahblahblah Special Olympics and now we have another track meet and we're just trying to cool off."
The lady jumped on this opportunity to offer us everything--"Oh! Do you want to take a shower? We have towels. Here's some soap. Up! We even have some clean underwear (what?...). Come back in and tell us if the water's cold. Just go in the locker room and take a shower--you'll cool right off. You need to, being out in the sun all day. Here, here's some towels and soap; don't tell any girls that you're in there." Bloobloobloo, et cetera.
But Meg and I could not wait! We jumped on the chance and right as we were about to go into the girl's locker room around the corner came Kenny, Andrew, and Brendan. "You!" They said to us. "We're going to get ice-cream and you're coming with us."
Of course we refused because we were pumped about cooling off, but they agreed to wait 10 minutes for us anyway. We took showers and got ice-cream, all crammed into Kenny's car. Got back to school just in time to leave for the Pentathlon in Colleen's car (Melissa driving, a'course). Brendan was a darling person and drove the canopy home and dropped it off by the shed.
3:30pm Pentathlon started. 100m high hurtles went first, all girls in 18 heats, order chosen randomly--I was in the very last heat. Simply sitting on the track waiting to be called made my eyes bug out and my mouth hang open.
Anyway I fucking have to go to bed. Lisa, Colleen, and Kathleen all got in the top 25, which is so good. Kathleen got 2nd place!
I had a nice ride home with the pleasant-as-Heck Brekkas, and we ate at a little sandwich place (Caesar salad=delish) right as it was closing at 9 (even though we ARRIVED at 9, and then ordered, and then ate--the workers must have been pissed, trying to go home on time and totally failing).
Got home and remembered that tomorrow I must go play with my (old) orchestra (remember back from those high school days? hah retard), touring elementary schools and playing the same fucking song over and over again. YAY.
So this means I must get up at 5 (or before, if I want to take a shower like I like to take, since Mum and Bets and probs others all have to take showers before 6:30 or whateva), and this means that I will be ruther tirrred.
(Really? That's special)
Goodnight, freaks.

Oh another Sunday, my ladies.

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 04:25:53 GMT

Woke up early to the sound of parents yelling at me to get going, especially since Beck and Bets weren’t there to share some of it. Beck came home from Liz’s surprise party and we all (besides Bets) went to the Williamsville Chapel. [Bets got home around 2:00 and then her and Beck and Amy and Erik went for a swim and got back at 9:45 today.] (Just thought I'd let you know.)
While there we (Beck and dad fixed the sill in the back) rummaged and roamed through crap, unloaded cars, organized stuff, moved tables, vacuumed the world (ME! It was actually fun—I cleared up every stray piece of dirt and sand and dust from the stairs and the little 4-seater down cellar.), got annoyed at all the old, slow-moving people helping, et cetera.
And all in all it was so bloody hot out that simply walking to unload ONE box (be it light of weight, even) got a body full of sweat.
Went home, ate sandwiches, took a shower, Kayla picked me up and we went to Tricia Richardson’s party for 2 hours (she is Andrew’s neighbor, too....). We swam and ate delicious food from her house (I shouldn’t be complaining!) which was so incredibly disgusting—when I walked in I was hit with the smell of dog beds and cat sheddings and pet food and wet hair and you get it, and everything was strewn all over the place, even when they KNEW that their youngest daughter’s graduation party was today. I made the mistake of opening the fridge to look for a drink, and all over the bottom shelf was a repulsive brown mess, sliming it’s way through the whole world, and everything was ugh! But that’s okay because I love Tricia and I would never hold anyone’s house against them!
POURED for 15 minutes at Tricia’s, then we left. Met Jordan and she followed us to Jenny’s. [Side note: I’ve run by Jenny’s a couple times when we ran the 9-mile loop. Now I know the wonderful people who live inside that nice house.....)
When we got there everyone was playing volleyball. Joined a team and owned! Played a couple more games with the same results. Ate cake! With pictures of Jenny all over it and huge frosting flowers, so delicious in the industrial-waste-type way.
Super Soker and water balloon fight!!! That’s all I need to say. Except that Matt Enos KEPT getting me soaked with various tactics.
BONFIRE. A really good one, full of heat and light. Hamburgers and hotdogs. This time Andrew and I kept a tally on Brendan’s hamburger intake, but it only amounted to 2. He’s totally not up to par today; we shall give him another chance to beat his observed record of 7 hamburgers (senior cookout).
I felt bad for Andrew numerous times tonight (i.e. whenever I looked at him and he appeared not to be having so much fun, which was sometimes quite frequently) because I didn’t really hang out with him. Actually I was kind of being budsies with Matt.
Chris and Jenny Lynn and Nick Brown were OBSESSED with the glow-stick stuff—they went down over the hill away from the fire light and spread it all over themselves and then splattered it all over the ground. When Kayla and I went to give goodbye-hugs (that just sounded DUMB) it was the coolest thing ever—it looked 3-D and galaxy-like and as if you could dive right in, because you couldn’t see the actual grass and it looked like an eternal blackness or something.
Backrubs, hughughug, laugh!, marshmallow fight, run, walk, eat, drink, broken chair (thanks to Andrew), Super Soker?!, balloonandwaterballoonandwaterballoon, volleyball! soccer, chatchatchat, what am I doing?
I KEEP falling asleep. Any longer and this will not be good at all.
Whoa. Just did it again. AHG!
Anyway I feel bad about some things but I should not have to stand right by him all my life (wow, that sounded cruel) and talk to him all the time. But most likely he was jealous of Matt. What a retard I am! I don’t know. You’d have to talk to me to know what I’m talking about.
Oh my goodness all I know is that you canNOT trust what I’m writing right now because –see? I just fell asleep again—because I am not functioning correctly at all. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
That was on accident, obvs. Just for show I shall leave it up. Fuck! It’s too late for the time that I must get up tomorrow. Ugh. Anyway. Goodnight all.

Mugg eee

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 05:38:39 GMT

Sitting here in a pool of sweat, cloud of heat.
6:30am: Got up and went to the Relay for Life at Mount Wachusett Community College, wearing our graduation caps and gowns (a bunch of us from the senior class went to support); we only walked 2 miles but let me tell you. We were DIEING of heat in those things, and it was still morning. But we got free t-shirts and free beads and free samples of drinks every single time we went around, not to mention being cheered at randomly from all directions, hearing “Congratulations!” ring through the air. AND we got put in jail for 10 minutes (some little kid paid for us to sit in a wooden cage—it’s another way to make more money for the Cancer Fund).

10:30am: Got dropped off by Chris Garceau. Sean was there, already working, and everyone was inside visiting, as Nana and Pup still had not left!

12:30pm: Worked outside picking up rocks for an hour before I had to leave. It was so hot that sometimes I thought I was going to fall clean over. (Trust me, I am extremely happy that it was only an hour.)

2:30pm: Erik Finnegan (Bets’s bee-eff-eff) came over, so missing Bets and her so missing him, it was seen in every single movement they made. They stayed and chatted for a little but eventually they drove to Wheaton (Amy H.’s little place of college).

2:40pm: A knock at the door—Andrew. Chris’s car in the driveway, Kimmy Howell in the back seat. Drove to Cristen’s, piled in her van, drove to Aire. Ate deliciousness, played Imaginiff, talked, met Henry’s people, went to the park. While there we started a game of soccer in which we were all dieing of heat, et cetera (although it was fun). Then thunder sounded and eventually the rain came across the field and splattered us. Then we really got into the game and it was wicked fun, sliding around, soaked, yelling. Ah! Played for an hour or two, walked back. Sat outside on the porch (this time all the adults were inside somewhere) and talked some more. [While at the soccer game Jordan, Ali, Devon, and Kayla came.]

9:00pm: Arrived home exactly on the dot of Chris’s earlier estimate. Beck and Bets were both off sleeping over peoples’ places, so it was just Mum and Dad in the house, sitting and waiting it seemed for me to come home. They asked how Andrew was and what he blahblahblah all these questions and I don’t even know. No, I know. I just can’t say it.
Went in to play piano and get the weird feeling out.

9:40pm: Sam called and asked if I was coming to the party and I, not knowing that it was still going on, was completely surprised. But, she came and picked me up, a couple minutes from Sarah’s house, and we went back. Met all Sarah’s people, very enjoyable. Ate and talked and played with her little cousins and sat around a big fire and listened to “scary” stories. Actually, I fell asleep. But that’s okay.

11:50pm: Sean dropped me off. He told me (after a little coaxing) of his disturbances et cetera of his relationship and everything else that was wrong. Sometimes I wish people knew I cared more than they think. I just fell asleep (before this sentence) and wrote an entire page of “d’s”, but of course you can’t tell because of a wonderful button I’d like to call Delete.

1:34am: I am here, sitting sitting. Skin to the touch is damp and sticky because it is so gosh-damn humid and muggy. I canNOT wait to lay in bed with a fan.
Today I printed out Mel’s journal entries and shall read them when I find the chance tomorrow, all in a row so far. Can’t wait!

I’ve also just realized for about the one-hundred-trillionth time that my life is nearly pointless and all these endless entries CERTAINLY are. Well doesn’t it just suck for everyone to have to deal!?

If I wrote you a symphony, just to say how much you mean to me, what would you do?

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 05:28:02 GMT

5:00-6:00 All seniors (all those who wanted to come anyway) stood in the cafeteria with our caps and gowns on. Zack called me earlier (while I was making pies!) to find out the details and then found out that he wouldn’t be going because his parents weren’t coming and it’s pointless to give a rose to your parents without them there. But he DID come (he convinced his parents that it was indeed important to him for them to be there), and I talked to him....
Awesome?
6:00-7:40 Baccalaureate ceremony—I walked in with Jenny Waters (unplanned) and sat next to Kayla and Brittany Kubaska. Ms. K spoke for the class, and it was wonderful and funny and lively and interesting, and then she showed us her gift—a video. She was Austin Powers and throughout the whole thing there was a bunch of dancing students following her around, and she had big fake teeth and she pranced around everywhere, so hilariously full of energy.
Gave a rose to the parents, sat back down, watched the Senior Video. Walked out and matched perfectly up with Andrew, totally without meaning to. Woo!
Had a hard time getting into Andrew’s car because the parents and Beck and Bets wouldn’t stop hugging me and posing me into pictures.
7:55 Got to the Harding Allan Estate, ate and danced until 10:30. Andrew and a couple others didn’t dance to a single song—what IS this?
Walked to Meg’s house, Jill gave me a ride home for 11:10.
So gosh-darn tired. Perhaps I will stumble downstairs and eat a pie and fall asleep on the sofa in my clothes. Sounds good! And tomorrow morning I would like to go swimming with Sean and friends.... Maybe I shall.

Rainisdisdainandplainlyapain.

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 16:48:06 GMT

Yesterday:
Woke up to the sound of water pouring. Not on my head, as has been the case, but outside. Rain, rain. I was going to go running and everything! The one day I had motivation....
Track practice and shopping outing were both cancelled, dad stayed home but spent the entire morning at the Williamsville Chapel. I did nothing productive besides put on odd outfits and dance around and eat normal meal sizes. Dad came home and I made him lunch and helped him get some boards from the Lumber Yard for working this weekend.
5:00-6:00 family reception at Quabbin; met people's parents and ate orderves.
6:15-7:50 Senior Awards Night. Woop!
8:00-12:45 Spending time with Kayla, Jenny, Jenny, Kenny, Chris, Andrew, Alex, Cristen at movies (What Happens in Vegas) and at Denny's (breakfast!). Incredibly freaking fun, ah, HELP.

Day o' splendid fun, night o' dumb concert

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 03:18:17 GMT

Last night I stayed up past 2:00 sitting on my bed playing guitar and ah, it was wonderoussss.
?????????
11:00-12:00 was the Blue/Gold Key luncheon
12:00-3:00 (although we are so incredibly well-behaved and intelligent that we were done by 2:20) we had rehearsal for baccalaureate (spelling = no idea) and graduation and got our caps and gowns (which are, by the way, extremely hot which I'm sure will make everyone incredibly happy on Friday in the predicted 90 degree weather).
2:30-3:30 track practice. hurdles and high-jump for the pentathalon. Lisa Trimby is SO incredibly good at high jump! (and hurdles obviously too, as it is her event)!! She got over 4'8, I think it was, and this is her first stinkin' time doing it. It's nearly amazing. And Melissa was SO happy for this success (actually part of it was because she had found someone who could take my place next year, because she said she worried about that), because of course Lisa is so good!
Home with Beck, fed animals, washed dishes, et cetera who the fuck cares et cetera, left at 5:30 for the concert.
Concert went well--sang "Morning" and "Earth Song" (which we LITERALLY learned tonight, and we still had to use the music and were so tentative about it but it turned out very well anyway, considering). Played five freaking songs in orchestra and broke our arms.
It is late. Tomorrow I would like to go shopping with friends that I don't usually see, but I do believe track is obstructing me from this adventure. If only....

A Tightnight!

Senior Barbeh-coo

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 03:12:56 GMT

Motha drove me to Kayla's at 8am and we picked Meg up on our way to Quabbin. Friday (this past Friday, when Beck and I went to Lake George with Betsy Turnbull) was supposed to be State Qualifiers, but it was postponed to today. Alas, (and thankfully, actually, as I never would have wanted to go anyway) nobody cared to tell me, as I could have gone for pole vault, had I known. Ah well it doesn't matter anyway, as I would have qualified for states but I wouldn't have won or come ANYwhere close.
8:30 We had donuts and such in the c-c-c-cafeteria.
From stinking 9:15 to 10:45 or whatever we took to get us all arranged in the proper seating. What a grand time THAT was. Done at 11:35.
From this time to 12:30 we went to get ice-cream (Cristen C, Jenny H, Chris, Alex, Andrew, Henry B, and I) in the centa of Barre. ]
Back to Quabbin for time-capsules (ah! fun stuff, but the videos were best...Kayla and I each made videos of our lives) and food.
A bunch of us befriended Erik Dewar and sat around him because he was all alone on a day which should be filled with laughter and friendship.
Brendan ate at LEAST 7 hamburgers (and some of them--if not all--were double hamburgers, completely filled to absolutely overflowing with slimy relish so that the whole mess--which of course he held squished in his hand without even a thought of a plate--resembled quite closely the parts of a mushed frog) and followed us around with spittle (gah!) flying everywhere. Beautious.
Went with Kayla to Andrew's house to watch Kayla's video. He makes the BEST ham and cheese omelets. Oh my word. And his mother is wonderfully welcoming, I don't even understand--it seems like magic that she just makes you feel at home.
I feel bad for Kayla because Chris was going to come after he dropped off his brother, but he called and said he had too much to do and blahblahblah. She really wanted him to come. We will all go to the movies sometime and everything will be fine-itty-tine-tine.
Walked around, went to my house, watched my video (I had to have a special video adapter-thing that obviously only I had), which was hilarious in manymany ways. PAH!
Kayla left to go to a Younglife leaders' meeting, and Beck made supper. We ate and played ball and blahblahblah. Bets and Dad came home from work and they were all motivated about a bet they were starting. This is it--Beck is involved too but they wouldn't let me be included, although I am still participating in all the activities except the winning money, since they are selfish bitches:
It is a race to see who can lose 5% of their body weight and keep it off for 3 weeks. Whoever does this first will win $60 (or $40, since each pooled $20), and will have a reward for going through all that work and being thinner. I cannot wait to partake in it on the side--my tally is a tissue hidden in the drawer below their tally chart on the bathroom bureau--they have columns for Dad, Bets, and Beck, how much they weigh every week once a week, starting today, and what clothes they were wearing during the weigh-ins, et cetera. I will spare you the details, such as how much people have to loose or how much we all weigh.
Afterwards Andrew and I were on a team against Beck and Bets and we totally kicked their butts at volleyball without the net and with a huge blow-up ball. We fed the animals and played Kill the Carrier and sat outside with the stars and all the gosh-darn bugs.
Tomorrow shall be fun. Ugh, except for the freaking concert at night which will likely ruin all plans for getting togetherness that would ever think about arising.
Zeezee! That's what I want, you seesee, tonight in bed. (I want to go to sleep, for those who cared and didn't get that)

Oh yes, you ARE right.

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 02:41:42 GMT

I have gotten a pleasant little reminder from my dear friend Amy (CAKES!).... The night of the Senior Dinner Dance when Andrew and his family and I were taking pictures, Bets and Amy pranced on up the stairs and stood about giggling and cracking ridiculous remarks through the air, much to the delight and wonder of the incredulous people within sight and hearing of them.
Anyway, poor maniacal Amy wore a bright white bonnet atop her head, which of course looked marvelous on. But then, then then oh gosh. Someone had the idea of making the people in the pictures wear it. So, of course this was a wonderful way to make Andrew look dumb, and I enforced it. STUNNING, a nice crisp bonnet looked on him. Just beautiful. And of course he wouldn't let me get away without it either, so I obliged. Awessssomme!
Woohoo. And now I shall leave you, honeyboozoo.

I'm in a hurry to get things done!

Fri, 30 May 2008 03:24:29 GMT

Last night, or this morning rather, I went to bed past 1:30, thinking I might sleep in till at least 7 or so...NO. That did not happen. At 5:45 Beck came in and told me that I needed to go to school today for a mandatory freaking orchestra rehearsal (concert this coming Tuesday). So, I zipped (swearing) into the shower, threw some gym stuff in a bag for track later, and shoved some mashed potatoes in my face for breakfast. Rode the bus PISSED to school--I was NOT ready to go back just yet.
Waited and waited and played viola for twenty stinking minutes. My whole day was ruined for Ms. Ledoux's dumb little idea.
And then I also had a dumb little idea--why don't I walk home? Aw, yea. Great idea. It's like 12 miles or so, gross hills up and down, following the same road through the woods. Well, I ran most of the first part and then I realized how gosh-darn sore I was from the two previous track practices. So, I walked. And thank goodness mum let me borrow her cellphone (the ONE day I ever have), for I texted Meg and Kayla, and then Kayla called and asked if I wanted to get picked up (for she didn't actually have to work today, as we thought she would). I had traveled well past the Hubbardston line by this time, and had gone straight at the Barre Falls Damn intersection--my plan was to walk to Kayla's house and pick up my bike which I had left there yesterday and ride it home.
Kayla picked me up probably about a mile from 68 and we went to hang Younglife posters for a fundraising bottle and can drive. Then we went to visit Alex U. and Jared, roofing at the mill past Kayla's house. We joined them on the roof and later we all went to Kayla's for a well-deserved lunch of her marvelous grilled cheese. We were hungry from running/working all day, and so she made us more. What an angel!
Alex was trying to get to know me better by asking questions, but I must be dumb because he didn't seem as satisfied as he could have been with my answers. Ah well, I am what I am. WHAT!? Really? Mhm, I do believe so, sista.
Kayla and I went to track practice, although by this time I wanted nothing to do with the school and I was so tired I could hardly sit without falling asleep. But track was fun, nevertheless. The boys were basically all there, and all I did was run to the Water Tower and back (although I must admit I grumbled the entire way) and talk to Kevin Coates and play a reel and a jig on Brent's viola (under Melissa's DEMAND--that was the only way she would let me leave!) for Kathleen to dance in the grass.
Kayla and I went for ice-cream with Kenny Knobel, Alex Griffin, Andrew Proctor, and Chris Garceau. Talktalktalk. And then we went, of all places, to the playground at the center school in the center of barre (ruggles lane?). So much fun! We swung on the swings and rampaged the other parts and talktalked.
Kayla (lovely person carting me around all day) drove me home. Cleaned my room (probably about fifteen wheelbarrow loads of clothes could have come out of my closet)--well, everything is in piles everywhere currently--fuck. Fed the animals, shoved some more food in my face, took the math placement exams for Umass, and here I am.
I must pack for New York and get ready for tomorrow and put all my clothes and things away before dad gets home at 11:30 or 12:00 tonight from Wisconsin. AH! I can't do all that!
Goodnight.

Seendindance, or Senior Dinner Dance, as it has come to be called.

Thu, 29 May 2008 04:14:45 GMT

The day of our District track meet was dumb--I pole-vaulted in the morning and then took a nap under the team' tent, wrapped in some blankets and a windbreaker. I don't have any idea how much time passed. Then I got up and went out to find people. I ran the 800m shortly after and didn't come in last (to beat Megbo was my only goal, and I succeeded--she came in last, but it must have been dumb to watch this race--the first runner was Kathleen, who won, and then Quabbin's two other runners picked up the rear. Oh golly.)
Meg, Kathleen, and I were all going to the Senior Dinner Dance, so immediately after running we went home with parents (I was so intent on leaving as quickly as possible that I ended up having a horrible coughing fit that lasted about 7 minutes--every time I coughed I nearly gagged, and my eyes almost popped out of my head. No water, tissues, or cough-drops could save me, but finally it got under enough control that I could get in the car and we could get going.)
Got home, got ready, Beck drove me to Andrew's house, and he came to the car and walked me to his house with his arm out, like a gentleman in the movies. Hilariousness, everything that was so perfect. I went inside and his brother and sister-in-law were standing with their little son in the living room, so I met them, and it was all nice and quiet and sort of dumb (Beck was also standing in the door, wanting to be in on things, I suppose). Andrew called up the stairs "Momma!" (which cracks me up every time), and his mom came into the kitchen and positively LIT up when she saw me, and came over and hugged me and it was just so darn nice. I felt immediately at home, and it was wonderful (she reminds me of someone else I know--she seemed familiar in her coziness).
We went out to the porch to take pictures, and then Bets and Amy Hopkinson came bumbling up the stairs, full of laughter and joy and giddy remarks and looking as similar as ever, with their red hair and laughing eyes and twin bodies. We all took pictures and he gave me flowers and Chris G. and Jenny W. and Alex G. and Jenny H. came and we all got pictures. (It was the dumbest thing--when Andrew and I were getting pictures, he stood a little behind me, one step lower, because he was much too tall. I think he's a foot taller than me. Which doesn't seem THAT bad, but then again, I suppose it is a lot. Or around there....
Anyway. I have had enough of writing about this--all I am going to say is that the dance was so incredibly fun because of the people I was sitting with, and the people I danced with (pretty much the hilarious ROTC people versus my older friends, and anyone else who cared about anything....and anyway....
By far my favorite song was the last one, a slow dance song--it wasn't my favorite SONG, but I enjoyed it the most. Don't ask me why and everything will be all set. After the dance our table minus Henry and Becca went out to Denny's. I didn't have any money but Andrew would have payed for me anyway (which he had been doing for this entire night for everything that needed paying for, and I simply feel awful for being such a person). We all ate and talked and talked and ate, late into the night. I never called the parents because I didn't have a cell phone and I thought they wouldn't care where I was around 12:30 Saturday night (or early Sunday morning).
We carpooled with Alex and Jenny H, so he drove Andrew and I back to his house, and we snuck in silently so he could change out of his suit and I could change out of my dress (I don't know why I would, since it was just from Barre to Hubbardston, but I suppose he might have been too tired to think straight. Just kidding, I believe he was perfectly sane. So anyway I stole some of his pjs to wear) and he drove me home and I tried to thank him sincerely for everything that he had done, but I don't think he realized HOW thankful I was....
I don't know. I fell asleep on the sofa around 2:15 and I had never called mum or dad. Around 5 or 6 in the morning dad came down and started yelling at me from the doorway (probably apparently immediately when he saw that I was actually home), saying I was completely irresponsible and I didn't call and I didn't think of calling and what was going on I'm surprised you're home, what is wrong with you blahblahblah I am going to continue belching at this volume because I know that when you've had three hours of sleep and are rudely interrupted at your peaking hour, that your brain is completely in check and you'll know precisely what I'm talking about!!!!
[[I know, I know. I am awful, because I should have called, and believe me I thought of it at least twenty times, but I just couldn't make myself do it because after a while I thought it was too late and I didn't want to wake anyone up. It turns out that mum had stayed up past 1, watching tv and pacing the living room, just waiting for me to show up. When I never did she finally went to bed. I just feel awful, really, but eh....]]
So all in all it was a very enjoyable night--the food was good, the socializing was good, I laughed a lot and danced a lot (and took a lot of pictures which I somehow later deleted from the computer) and felt like my own self (which is always important, class. always we should feel like ourselves, no matter what we are doing or who we are with. all right, boys and girls?). I shall not forget it!

"Let what you say be simply 'Yes' or 'No'; anything more than this comes from evil."

Thu, 29 May 2008 03:35:34 GMT

Woke up at 10 (I really think it's a record...) to a dog lying ontop of me. I tried to move but I couldn't because I was too sore. What dumbness!
Today was at least 25 degrees cooler than yesterday, thank goodness, for I almost died at track after the freak thunderstorm yesterday--today was in the 60's, and marvelous for a workout.
Brendan gave me a ride (WHO are all these nice people who don't mind all this stinking carting around of a dumb girl who only goes to track for a pointless Pentathalon and who hardly gives anything back but a little money?!) to track practice. We ran for twenty minutes around the track, every 30 seconds Melissa would yell "SPRINT!" or "JOG!" and we would heed. Around and around and around, mile after mile. Anyway. Then we worked on long jump. Funfun!
Got home, started to eat a plate of veggies, and Kayla called and said she was going to younglife early for a cookout, so I rode my bike to her house with mum's bible while the brownies she had just put in the oven finished cooking, and then Matt, Kayla, and I left for Alex Ufema's mom's house. Ate hamburgers, cheeseburgers, hot dogs, soda, and brownies, and chatted until everyone showed up at 7:07 and we played a game around a big bonfire. It was the game where everyone thinks of three stories each--two of which are true and one of which is a lie. You tell them all and the rest of the people (who each are in possession of pennies) must decide which story is a lie and put a penny in the cup labeled (either #1, 2, or 3) with the story that you thought was untrue. Then you get the pennies in the cups that were the truths, and the people that guessed the right lie get their pennies back. (If that makes any sense to you now) Well, I went last--these were my stories:
1. "Once, when I was little and before I knew how to swim, my dad threw me into a pool so I could...drown. Just kidding, so I could...yea, learn to swim."
2. "I have ten cows and we ride them sometimes, when we feel like it. 'Cause it's fun."
(And this third one I hesitated on because I had forgotten my original story, but this was one of my other thoughts; I'm sure my face didn't help to make it seem real because I was smiling and my eyes were going every which way as IF I were making it up.)
3. "When I went to Ireland I climbed a ruined castle and found an empty room and it was really cool."
GOSH!!! I do believe the only person who knew which story was right was Kayla. Everyone else put their pennies in the third one, since they thought it was a lie, but the second one was actually the lie. So anyway, I got a lot of pennies and I got a lot of tricked people. HA!
We moved campaigners inside because it got chilly and we talked about lying and truth and what you see yourself as, on the inside, et cetera and really I was quite enthralled.
Alex kept asking me if I was okay (about five times through the course of the night), but everything was okay, so I'm not sure what he was thinking of. He kept saying I seemed mad. I don't know (I thought HE was the one who seemed a little upset...). Then Alex asked,
"Do you have a boyfriend?" (I think he thought that THIS was what was wrong, that perhaps I was having a problem with my boyfriend.)
"No."
And Jared pointed out "Oh, her shoulders sagged..."
"Was it recent?" Alex asked (implying that I had recently had a bad breakup or something of the sort. Haha!)
"What! No, I've never had a boyfriend."
And by this time Kayla had come over and joined perfectly in the conversation and I wish I could have recorded what she said because it was so incredibly nice and I most definetely do NOT deserve what she said!
"Maybe it's because I know Brie really well, but it seems like she's never had a boyfriend because all the people at our school aren't good enough. No! It seems like she's going to meet someone and they're going to fall in love and it will be perfect. I don't know--I have such high expectations for her. I've never told you this before! But I feel like you're going to fall in love with someone who's perfect for you..."
And all this time I couldn't do anything except breathe unbelievably and become internally so confused as to why she could possibly be so genuinely thoughtful and sincere.
And pretty much during this entire conversation I had the almost overwhelming urge to cry. Don't ask me why! But I was nevertheless in a good mood, I think.
Alex, the younglife coordinator and leader, would not stop giving me hugs when we were trying to leave before Kayla's mom called again, thinking about a heart attack. I am greatly saddened that I hadn't been involved in this group before this year. What more I might have learned!

Tomorrow I must:
<> get up at 6:00 (PLEASE force yourself!)
<> give Beck Pink Paper to return to the office so I can graduate
<> send the younglife camp deposits for me and Beck
<> run to Kayla's
<> bike home
<> take a shower
<> take the math placement exam
<> sign up for a RAP for housing
<> ride bike to Kayla's for lunch; visit Alex U. at job site
<> get a ride to track; go to practice
<> thoroughly clean room; have a give-a-way
<> water the cows
<> study The Book
<> pack for New York
<> other job list
<> feed the animals
<> write music?
<> perhaps Craft Our Lives with Bets and Beck in the pm if there is time

Top of the World

Tue, 27 May 2008 16:56:28 GMT

Yesterday was Memorial Day; Bets, Tom Larson, Hannah Peckham and I rode in the back of dad's Studebaker down Main Street and Beck drove one of the tractors. Mum, Bets, Beck, and I sang the Star-Spangled Banner and God Bless America during the ceremony, and Bets Beck and I went to the Center School to play tennis later in the day. (Awwwweeesossoommmee)
Today is Tuesay. Bets left for work, Dad left for Wisconsin, Beck left for school, and Mum went to work. I went to work in the garden, but that only lasted so long. AH! What the heck! There is no one in the house and there is all the music I could ever want and this beautiful weather and what shouldn't I eat and why ever would I not simply run into the yard and do backflips?! I would.
The only thing that I actually KNOW I'm doing is going to track practice from 2-4, which should be fun. I would be going to state-qualifiers, but I am instead going to New York for the weekend. So, it is dumb because I could go to states, but I can't because you have to go to state-qualifiers too. Ah well. So I'm going to practices for the next two weeks for the Pentathalon.
Pentathalon: (Consists of...)
Long Jump
High Jump
Shot Put
100m Hurdles
800m

Everyone must do all the events, and you get points for each one, if you do well, I guess. I think it shall be wicked fun!

Woop-woop, third time's the charm?

Sun, 04 May 2008 17:06:00 GMT

Last night Sean gave me a ride to Little Shop and I watched it for the third time. This time I sat in the second row with Zack Lambert and his cousin and it was a blastie. And Zack is a pretty good singer so he was critiqueing all the performers (although all of them were good anyway so it didn't matter)....
This morning we worked at the "Breakfast Bonanza" at the Rod & Gun Club (my utmost FAVE place) and I know many people who are annoying.
I have a dumb habit of being inspired to write stuff and then deciding right in the middle that I no longer care, and especially that nobody else cares, and it is grand when I realize I should stop.
Yet I still come back. BETS!!! How are you? (This is an attempt to make myself believe there is still someone there) I canNOT wait to see you in one week. FUCK, sista! Love you.
(And Ellen? I wonder where you are now. I LOVE you too, don't you worry.)

Sat, 03 May 2008 20:58:16 GMT

got up this morning and worked with sean splitting wood (although i must say he was doing by far most of the work) till 10:45 then went in to get ready for track relays (not leagues, as I said before) but then i got a call and it has been postponed till next weekend. before i was in a wicked bad mood but suddenly i didn't have to go (especially because i over-used my toe--or that's what i've been told--and it is injured) and it was grand.
so we split some more wood, this time near the boiler and had lunch and split some more, after beck came home from SATs.
today was stinking cold. mum and beck went prom-dress shopping and i am going to the play at quabbin, for the third time. don't ask me why because i don't know.
i really like pat loricco (spelling?), the main guy (seymour, in "little shop of horrors") and abbie, and even mike, and josh. and nevermind, because everyone is wicked good and i love the songs and mhm.

there is seriously NO point in writing entries. i think i shall stop. but fuck there are only 15 days left of school and i simply cannot wait to get away. ugh!

What!

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:19:23 GMT

It’s just not fair. Over the past few weeks I have spent time with friend Sean and haven’t written about it. What a dumb person!
We had the Brush-Burning party, which was very much fun. I got a tiny piece of ash in my eye and Sean got it out with his first aid kit. What a life-saver! (That wasn’t even sarcasm.)
We went to the Boston Science Museum, too. Ah! Fun. That is all I’m going to say about it right now, because I need to go to bed. This is a reminder for myself.
He is working this Saturday (although I won’t be there to order him around, because I have a League meet for track, and shall be running all day instead) at our house and yea.
Parents are coming upstairs and I am leaving for my favorite place in the world at this moment.

I agree, I really DO agree. But no one knows!

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:11:40 GMT

Discussion with dad at supper—hardly ate anything because all I could do was push moth-ball swiss chard and fresh venison around on my plate—Beck and I crying. I can understand why Beck was crying, because she was the one doing all the complaining and talking about how she is only criticized. “The only thing you complimented me on was the supper. Oh! I take great pride in that.” And I was only crying because there is constantly a riff between dad and us. AND later, mainly because I felt so bad about how dad felt.
[And suddenly I realized how much I just need to go to bed, and talking online will not help me get well, so I am going. After I play a song in the music room.]

Today I actually had a really good day, but on the ride home this dumb feeling came over me and I was in a bad mood as I walked in the house, even though only Ruby was there to great me with her wagging tail and happy face.
I talked to Best Friend today. For two seconds. Woooo.
And I canNOT wait for the summer, and school away away!

You laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh.

Sat, 05 Apr 2008 01:57:59 GMT

April 4, 2008

Early release day, went out to eat at the Cozy Cabin with Abbie Ouellet, Jill Gregoriou, Jordan Rochford, Ali Joyce, Haley Joyce, Meg Bohigian, Amy Farrar, Kayla Larson, Matt Larson for breakfast.

I don’t kow what i’m doing right now. nothing? seems it.
2:43 pm

I don’t want the whole day to waste away, the way it does when i have—finally—a day of less to do. i wanted to dancve, since my calf muscles are far less sore than before.
i suppose i am just sitting here waiting for something to happen. waiting for tomorrow, the brush-burning party, when people will come (hopefully, even though it will probably be raining).
Mel’s bringing some friends from school and i am excited because i can actually MEET them. i never meet any of her friends. i’m pretty sure i met almost one.
i could also work on the cross country scrapbook, if it doesn’t seem like it will take too much organization.
of course there is always the possibility of venturing into the music room and picking up the guitar or sitting down at the piano. i could write a song. but alas, they don’t seem to come as easily as they did. when life is good it’s hard to write. i don’t kow, probal because all my stupid songs are slow and sadder. the ones i write that are happier usually sound dumb. ah well.
perhaps this weekend sean will bring his extra drumset and we can set it up and keep it here for ever, or at least for a while. perhaps i can learn, and he can teach.

our track meet that was supposed to be today at 3:30 got cancelled yesterday because it is raining, and was snowing (ugh, in april!), and practive was cancelled too. yesterday we got our uniforms, ran a warm-up lap, and practived pole vault the rest of the practive. my arms are a little sore today, which is just what i wanted. i’m excited to get the pole-vaulint form down pat so i can jump higher this year.

i am also ripshit excited to continue writing in this entry as if i am two and i have ablsotuleyly no expression whatsoever.

recently i have never before felt and looked fatter. i am not fat, but i have gained weight, at least in looks, and it is saddening. the main thing is that my stomach always looks bloated. i could choose to do a lot of work and pull it in a little, physically, but i can’t make myself care that much it seems. i just want to feel a little better about myself. but ah, you can’t have everything. and the dumb point about this is that it sis the simplest problem of self-control. i dno’t have any, or atlease only on rare occasions does it defeat my greedy side. sometimes i think i eat as much as an elephant (lie—i have NEVER thought that i ate s much as an elaphany).

lsat night from 6-730 we (mum,dad, beck, and i) had a gig at the Hubbardston public library. we played a couple original sonhgs, some old country, some bluegrassy-type, a couple fiddle, old western, a bunch of stiff. anyway.

incase you hadn’t noticed i am making quite a few spelling errors, but really i don’t care. usually i have a tupe of ocd with things like this, but for now i have no intention of fizing my mistakes. in fat, i am not looking at the computer, i am staring out the window in a daze. i quite wish it would admit the sun into the sky, as i feel like an oyster in a shell. a prune. a shriveled cave-dweller. staring at my feet, adonrned in abbie’s worn-out jazz shoes. when i say worn-out, i meen it. the bottom on one of them has fallen off while dancing and is now the bare leather, too thin to last much longer, and the seams all on the bottom are thread bare (literally, as i sewed them up myself). even the laces are about to break in places. anyway. it makes me both happy and sad to look at them. sad because i know they won’t last very much longer, and happy because i know how they feel on my feet, how they make me dance and prance and jump and grin, and how many hours i have already danced in them. also, happy because i know that if i feel the unrepressive need i can always buy a pair, no matter what the cost, because i can.
unfortunately beck has made chocolatae chip cooie bards. ithat means that if i ever go downstairs i will have to tes my self control and it won’t ebe able to withstand the temtaption. mmm. and i am disgusting. Woo!
ladybugs are crawling around the corners of the windowpanes. this is good,a s theey signify watrm waeather, but it isn’t very warm out odaya, so tey are simply false hope. i feel like goig downstairs to dance. hopefully beck is done being obsessed with greay’s anatomy and i can take over the living room.
if not i will go into the music room and try to write music. my hands are freezong. ooo.
i hope that next weekend i can go somewhere cool, andseantoo, for the fun of it, for we are friends and planned it when he realizxed he couldn’t go to the all-state concert(because he had planned to go to the boston aquarium, and that was called off too). i don’t knowi fit it’s actually going to happn, but hopefully.... the fam askes if it’s a date. a DATE?! no. (everyone must be mentally illu) no! of course it’s not. he has a girlfriend, i have a boyfriend (just kidding, not yet i don’t), and we are simply frinds. he’;s rather smart, which i do beliebe is one of the resaons it is enboyabel. anway. we are going to do something that is fun but deonsn’t cost money, the way the aquarium would, such as hike mt monadnock. or somethig to that degree. what a feraking chore.
again, i ma exvited for the brush-buring party, to meet mels’ friends, jill wood’s coming, many other w=people whom i love, and such,. plus, excercies.
you know what else is weird? i asked melisasa staiti (our track coach)what to run this weekend and she said 40 m inutes. i said everyday? and she said, no, on one day. and i was incredulous. does she want to loose everyting weve gained in training? (not tha mine wa much anyway—i fel more out of shape than usual)...
but hoorah, whatevea.
bobby (our kitten, who we have n o idea what to name her) just jumed up into my lap, so now there is even more problem s with my typing, as occasionsally (sinc the keyboard is in my lap) she is abhorring my rout e to the keys.
beck came upstairs to go to the bathroom—i think perhaps i will take over the downstairs to see if i’m in the dancing mood. if not, i’ll move out to the micus room, gosh darn!
eli the barrow boy is a wonderful wonderful song.
love it

9:39pm
i went outside to get the mail and the birds, although it was grey and drizzling, were chirping merrily. so, being absolutely dumb as i am, i put on a dress that is about 60 yearas onld, and a 100 (perhaps)-yr-old coat on and rubbers (pah! rubber boots) etc. wehen of course i f was just ready to take a walk ddad told me i had to load wood agftreer her vut it into the truck. so ioi did, in the dress. rather fun.

then i waent outside and i am eighteen but i always seem to forbet. took pituctures. aweee. so much fun!
oh, and i abosolutely must remember totake a few houndred pictures tomorrow, as i t waill be full of memories i am supposeing. i hope at least by nnoon it clears up.
nightiteites!
p.s. i gota letter from the walwanet asylum for mental patients todaya.

Bam.

Wed, 26 Mar 2008 02:03:49 GMT

Went to school for chorus (in which we did nothing at ALL quite literally and during which I went to the nurse and proceeded to fall asleep until 9:15, twenty minutes into physics, the only reason I went to school at all). Mum picked me up at 10:20 after physics and I came home and did nothing. What a dumb girl.
Then suddenly, at the time when everyone was coming home and I should have had everything done, I felt better and I had the OVERWHELMING urge to dance. And so I did, but I had to go outside on the porch because people get annoyed when I prance around. And the worst part was that nobody believed I was actually sick. Dad accused me of playing hookie. Dumb! If you could have envisioned my pounding head, it would have been incredible. Just kidding. But I'm in a goodietood mood now, so whatevs.

Disappointing, babay.

Wed, 26 Mar 2008 01:38:41 GMT

Talked to Sean online and he told me that he could no longer come to our all-state concert which he paid for a ticket to Symphony Hall, and he was giving someone a ride, and he was going to go to the Boston Aguarium, and he loves music and obviously would really have liked it, but now can’t go because Steph has a skating recital (which of course it is good that he is going, but the date was miscommunicated so he thought he could go to both). It is just very sad.
So Thurdsay at 6am Beck, Sara, Dan, and I are leaving Quabbin with Mr. Perrara for Boston. Beck and I, with the chorus, will rehearse 9 hours and then 9 hours on Friday. The concert is on Saturday (in Symphony Hall), and then we’ll probs go out to eat after. AH! So tiring. But fun. Can’t wait!
Today in track we started pole vaulting for the season. Meg, Janelle and I are the only girls. Boys: Alex, Chris, Brendan, Anthony. SOO much fun! I’m looking forward to beating my last year’s height (which I canNOT remember, for some reason...).

Ah, work. Seriously!

Wed, 26 Mar 2008 01:19:47 GMT

Woke up at Betsy Turnbull’s house after a funfun night and left with Beck at 8:15 for home. I tried to make Beck stop at Sean’s—a mere quarter mile from Bets’s and right on the way--to see if he was coming (since he WAS coming), but she refused.
Got back at 8:56 (because Beck didn’t heed my—correct—directions, and did what she thought, which of course—not to sound dumb—was wrong). At 9:00 Sean pulled into the driveway in his beat-up car (don’t worry, he’s looking at a jeep). Him and Mel went out the North Field while Beck and I put our working clothes on and met them out there, with dad who was psyched and already cutting down trees left and right.
We worked until 2:40, pulling brush into a huge pile (which we lit with the propane tank and kept completely under control thanks to Sean who kept running frantically around with the water on his back, admittedly paranoid; I actually wanted the sparks to fly and catch because it’s exciting to let the grass burn a little and to pretend that we’re going to die if we don’t put it out). We loaded log after log into the tractor (which Sean immediately became rather good at driving) and dumped them by the splitter. Split, split, split, we would switch off with Mel and Beck to workworkwork.
For certain the funniest part of the entire day was when Mel and I were splitting, and Sean and Beck were picking up brush while dad cut a tree. They were about fifty feet away from the brush pile, and for some reason they decided to race, pulling their load behind them. Apparently we didn’t notice them the first time, so they had to do it again. And I just happened to look up as they put the last bursts of energy to try to beat each other, both flopping all around, both bright red in the face, hair flying everywhere, CRACKING up. Lovely! And I was dumbfounded at how much FUN they were having. Thank goodness they decided to keep up with the racing, because it was hilarious, and I grinned the whole time, watching them, working the lever on the splitter. Mel watched too, and for a bit we had to stop work on the logs just so we could watch them and burst. Obviously my description doesn’t do the situation any justice, because it was completely entertaining, and I’m sure this is not.
So anyway, at 2:40 Sean left to go to Steph’s b-day partay and I left to go to the bathroom. When I came back, there had been a large spreading of fire, as there was now quite an expanse of black grass all around the pile, stretching out in the direction of the wind. Darn!
We worked till 5:00, then everyone left for Jim Crystoff’s with some food to eat with him incase he was done boiling sap. I decided to run there--it is 4.8 miles there, including the BIGGEST downhill and uphill directly after that I have ever experienced. HUGE! But thanks to Beck’s mp3 player, it wasn’t bad. When I got there the only thing that was truly appetizing was Jim’s deliciously fresh homemade apple cidee.
Got a wicked bad sunburn on my cheeks and nose. Guess what that means? Oh shut up, everyone knows what it means, but it means that spring is here, with the sun. And I can’t wait.

Once Upon a Mattress

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 23:34:01 GMT

Yesterday was the last performance of “Once Upon a Mattress”. This whole week has been filled with everything that takes energy, with quite a considerable lack of sleep included. In class I tried to take couple-second naps when the teacher’s back was turned, but that really did not help. Most of my time was spent at the elementary school, to the joy of myself. I seriously loved it. I love all the people involved in the play, in the cast, crew, and in the pit. (Well no, I take that RIGHT back. There are some people who are rather annoying. Almost to death. But the pleasant people help me forget about those that are not my favorite.)
(I have a feeling that my entries are getting more and more pointless and boring and I would be very obliged if you would avert your eyes this very second from the page and go onto something else)
Well, the shows went well. Thanks to Beck, the audience loved it for the most part. She really was great. I MEAN it. I LOVED watching her—she was PERFECT! That’s basically all I have to say, except that I had so much fun being Theresa’s acting buddy (with John, who really has a hard time acting and learning dances—good thing he didn’t have to say a thing until the very end when the curse was broken and he could finally boss the queen around!), and laughing and obsessing over certain things.
On Monday the pit had their first rehearsal in the music room, and while I was walking across the gym (where the stage is), Sean was standing randomly by the door, reading a sign on motor skills or something with similarly-boring information all over it. Though his practice had ended at 12 he stayed till 3, most likely because Griffin, the CUTEST kid in the world, was obsessed with him (“dowky”) and probably wouldn’t let him leave.
From that day on, Theresa kept getting mad at me for talking to him and not to her, and she wouldn’t let it go, not until the cast party after the last show when she was obsessed with ...hehe...someone and she forgot all about me. (She was not actually mad, but that’s okay. There was no other word.)
And I really want to try to learn drums, to see if (because I think my rhythm would suck, if I tried) I would suck, which I am sure I would. But I am obsessed with rhythms. Ah! Like dancing.

I suck. Big time. And I can’t wait to prove it. Although I’m pretty sure I just did with this entry.
Hoo hoo hoo!

Sunday bloody Sunday

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 23:08:15 GMT

What is happening today? Nothing. I have sat here, waiting by the computer, repairing a sweatshirt, two pairs of pants, jazz shoes, and a t-shirt. Listening to music. Bets took the bus back to RPI today, Nana and Pup left this morning, mum and dad went to a Saint Patty’s Day party. Mel is home for a week for vacation, and sports start tomorrow. Beck doing tennis, me doing track. This is the only time of the year that we don’t do everything together, and I’m sure we both can’t wait.
The sun has just set. I think I will take a shower and go to bed. Doesn’t that sound like a grand idea?
I hope that Bets fares well with her test tomorrow. Did you know she’s turning twenty freaking years old in just a couple weeks? Fuck!

Love you.