She thought of mentors of long ago Who watched her laugh, who helped her grow Who saw her smile through highs and lows Who taught her mind how to dance
His name was Matt. He was three years older than me, and that much taller. It was only one summer, I think. It could have been two, maybe. He was the quest master. His imitation of a "imp" still is sketched in my mind. He was the most ridiculous kid I ever knew. Questing was fabulous, though. With Graham and Jenny and Jesse and Angie, and sometimes Margot, and Matt, of course. We used foam swords (which I got pretty good at, I think) But than he moved to New England. Boarding school. And he took my book by that one person... about the twins with red hair and purple eyes. Alana. That's it. Yeah- he never gave it back. And I bought two of those "make your own ending" books from his garage sale. Those were fun. He and Graham had a falling out before he left. I never knew what side to be on. Granted, I knew Graham much better than I knew Matt, but Matt was never mean to me. He was in Mr. Zach's co-op, I think. =) Ohh dear. The only thing I remember about Mr. Zach is that he was HUGE and he wore red sneakers all the time. Good times. Do you think I'll forget about Matt and Mr. Zach when I grow up? Probably. That really makes me sad? Will I forget about Charlotte Healy and Hally Roberts? Will I forget about Emily Weigel? Will I forget about Mrs Mierzejewski and Mrs. Heinz and Mrs. Cady? I sure as HECK hope not.
His name was Matt- I'm positive. Not Chris or Drew, it was MATT
Forgive me, I'm sorry, believe me Stop hating, stop hurting, forgive me Forgive those who harm you Do good for those who hate Forgive, if not forget I know it's not too late
Ohhh thank heavens! Tyler is cleared. Well, not REALLY. But in my mind he is. The charges have been dropped; the second test inclunclusive. Thank goodness. They really had me worried there, for a minute, or a day, or whichever. Too close for comfort. I sent Jinger some summer pictures on monday and made some comment about how Tyler was doing so well- and then this fiasco. Do you think I should send her a PS note? I just don't know.... YEAH TYLER! I knew it couldn't be true. It just couldn't.
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September 22, 2004
Though I've tried, I've fallen... I have sunk so low I have messed up Better I should know So don't come round here And tell me I told you so..
AHHHH. Of course you've heard. I can imagine a possiblely worse thing. Granted, I got over my crisis-of-faith this summer during the Tour, and I was so psyched during the Olympics and the beginning of the Vuelta, but TYLER. Please, oh please oh please don't say it's true. It CAN'T be. Tyler! Newspapersall over declared that Tyler Hamilton tested positive on a blood-doping test late afternoon yesterday. His Phonak team said that they thought he was completely innocent and would stand by him, but today they suspended him from their team. Tyler says he's innocent, too. Please Tyler, please! I wore green and yellow hairties today to support Tyler, but they obviously didn't help in the team part of the issue. The results of the "B test" will be revealed later tonight. AHHHH. I tell ya..... now I might really have to change my picture on top. THIS IS TERRIBLE.
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September 21, 2004
If there's a man who is down and needs a helping hand
All it takes is you to understand and to pull him through.
Uh-huh. It seems to me we gotta solve it individually, now, yeah,
I'll do unto you what you do to me
I had a good day- considering that it was rainy and cold from 6:00 AM to now (5:23, according to my computer.) I like the rain, yes, and I like the snow and the wind and the hail and the thunderstorms. But, I must admit, I like sunny and warm the best. Rain is nice, but it makes me too.... I don't know. Just not normal. So I rode my bike to school today (as usual) but today I needed my rainjacket and rain pants (which didn't work one smidgeon of a bit. My pants were soaked through 5th period. BAH. Living in Boulder, we get all sorts of crazy weather. Gramma says that crazy weather happens all over- but really, the Front Range is the champion of fickle temperatures. We had a 30 degree difference in ONE DAY. 30 degree difference in the HIGHS of the day. =) That's saying something..... But all this rain means that it's snowing in the mountains. Trevor and Sarah were spazzing out in English. We all sit next to the windows- and they were so excited about the chance of snow. It made me laugh.... But besides the weather, my day was good. Just to clarify- I don't dislike the rain.... but you probably got that message. =)
Angie and I have a bet to see which teacher messes up our names first. Mrs. Cady almost called Angie "Kristen", but she caught herself. Mrs. Gardener did call me "Angie" but she had an excuse- I was sitting in Angie's (a kid in my grade) seat. So, I'm not sure that'll count. We'll see. I'm fairly impressed, thus far, though. Besides those two mix ups, no teachers mixed up our names yet. Lang called me Angie a few times, and I'm sure Hally called me Angie, but what can you do? Michael asked me if I had a sister today, and Matlack goes "Are you kidding me? She has a like, TWIN sister." It made me laugh. Matlack- I've known him for 6 years and I still can't get that duck out my head whenever I say his name...=)
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September 19, 2004
It ain't easy to say goodbye Darling please - don't start to cry 'Cause girl you know I've got to go And Lord I wish it wasn't so Save Tonight...
Angie and I just finished our North Carolina movie. It's pretty, good, if I do say so myself. That is, it's good for Angie, Jesse, Jenny, and I. Our parents and Soren might think it's fun to watch, too. But no body else, I think. It's one of those personal things-- afterall, it pretty much is eight minutes of clips of the fabulous four. There's a few of Soren- one or two of Nick and Glen. And that's about it. Bilbao's not even in it. Ahh, well, what can ya do? Today, according to Dave Barry is "Talk like a Pirate Day". I meant to call Margot and wish her a happy one, but I forgot. And she's probably not home right now. Ahh well. I'll talk to her on Tuesday. Arrgg- A merry "Talk like a Pirate Day" to all you swash bucklers... arrgg. ehhh- I'm not very good at that. I'll bet Brian May is, though. He's a character. Speaking of Mr. May, Fairview's doing "Guys and Dolls" for our fall musical. It should be really good. Brians the lead- not Sky, but the other one. Taylor (the boy who blinks a lot) is sky. Good for them. I'll tell you how it is.....
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September 17, 2004
Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me And please believe me when I say I love you
The line "and please believe me when I say I love you" has been stuck in my head since last night. It was only today during History class that I figured out it was from Moulin Rouge. I'm a genius, truly. =) It's a pretty intense song, in it's entirety. I still like the music to Moulin Rouge. It makes me happy. Happy as a chick in spring. Our LA class had some whacked out conversations today. Eleanor said that Pilate (from SONG OF SOLOMON, the book, not the bible) was a heterosexual alien from Saturn (who could fly- but the flying part isn't really streching it) It was nuts. The whole day was crazy- actually. Charlotte and I were acting INSANE in physics. Maybe it was the presence of the ULTRA cool Cross Country 2004 long-sleeve t-shirts. Which read
It's a mental sport, and we're all INSANE
I thought it was hilarious. Swimming might have to copy that shirt too. We've already stolen one of their shirt ideas, what's one more? Mrs. Gardner's (Heather, not Molly: LA, not history) husband had t-shirt that read
My beat is the language, but I don't know
That's not a typo. It really said that. I like it a lot- it's pretty cool. There's a long story that goes along with it- but the saying is the important part, right? I think so. =)
Warrior- "Tell you what-- the next bad guy we come across is all yours. The next seven LITTLE bad guys we come across-- they're all yours."
Sidekick-"`Little?' Is that a crack about my height?"
Warrior- "No-- they're just harder for me to reach."
Sidekick--"Yeah. Well, I guess that makes sense."
W--"Yeah."
S--"Good strategy. Yep."
September 16, 2004
My picture server is down. Sorry. Those big, blank boxes aren't very pretty....
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September 15, 2004
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been, Lives in a dream. Waits at the window, wearing a face she keeps in a jar by the door, Who is it for? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Despite how much I ride my bike, I'm really not very good at it. It's a bummer. I always get chain marks on my legs- sometimes I get bitten by the chain. I still have a scar from a crash I had in 6th grade- it's on my elbow, and still turns blue when I get cold. I wrote a story about it called "The Elbow of Bright Blue" It was a pretty lame story. =) I claimed the award "Most Intense Crash" on my 8th grade Spring Trip, and it was pretty intense. It was an end-o that I managed to escape the worst of it- but my bike did fly pretty high. Scary stuff. But if you REALLY ride your bike, you have worst stories. Jinger has some GRUESOME stories about bike crashes. They give me the willies. Ahhh. And Tyler Hamilton has bad luck with crashes, too. But my dad never crashes. And Peter Thron never crashes. And Angie crashes less than me. I tell ya.
Excalibur is singing Eleanor Rigby at Extravaganza. I'm really excited. Well, not REALLY excited, but it should be good. Joy was freaking out today because she just LOVED the Madrigals choir practice. That's how a feel about swimming, I think. Meadows and FHS is SO much fun, I just can't contain my enthusiasm. But Joy really was freaking out. It was funny. I talked with Sam and Orly for an hour and half during Newspaper today- we didn't have much to do. But it was nice of them to let a junior twice-their height hang out with them. They're funny kids. I told Sam that "Orly and I go way back" and it's definately true- we weren't ever fantastic friends, but I have known her for a HECK of a long time. I don't like growing up......
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back to the milky way And tell me, did venus blow your mind Was it everything you wanted to find And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
My neighbors brought over a DVD of the Meadows Swim Team slide show for this year and for 2003. It was really cool to see- I never get to see them, because my family is always gone for the Awards banquet at the end of the season. The slideshow had this song ("Drops of Jupiter" by Train) on it. Angie is now obessed with it. It's kinda funny. But I sure do love meadows. I was thinking- maybe I should swim in college. I love it, but there are so many other things I want to do. And I couldn't swim at some of the school I want to go to- their teams are too good. I should really learn more about college, I guess. =)
You'll never guess what happened in the Vuelta de Espana this weekend. It was very exciting. I'll give you a hint- it's a bike race. Saturday was the time trial. Tyler Hamilton is in the race. You are truly a genius. Tyler won the time trial! HOORAY! That made me really happy. (JINGER- It's a good thing I saved my Tyler Hamilton Support Bracelet from the bottom of the pool, ain't it? It was probably good that you put it there, though. =) ) Tyler didn't dedicate this win to his dog (who died). He dedicated it to the victims of 9/11. Thoughtful, of him, isn't it? He should dedicate his next win to the millions of species we've extincted. (Is "extinct" a verb? I think it should be. =) )
And thank you all for commenting- it is quite exciting to learn that people actually read this. (and think it's worthy of a few seconds comment =)
The fire burns from better days And he screamed why oh why I said I don't know The catastrophic hymns from yesterday Of misery
The Internet is truly amazing. You can instantaneously talk to someone across the world. Huh. Well, it's ingenious. What's the difference between "ingenious" and "Genius"? I should probably know that. But I don't. I should know a HECK of a lot of things I don't. Like how many marching bands are competing in the WGI Friendship Cup on the 25th. I need to write that article......
I have a HECK of a lot of homework. Bummer. But I'll manage somehow. =) Do we have friday off of school this week? I don't know that, either. I thought we did, but perhaps I was just imagining it. I should write something prophetic and brillant, but I don't have anything of that calibur to say. Sorry. =)
Should I change my picture at the top? I really like it- but it's been there for a while.... tell me what I should do.
Don't think that you can tell me what to think I'm the one who knows what's good for me And I'm stating my independence Gonna take the road I'm gonna take And I'm gonna make my own mistakes It's my life
Sorry, lame song, I know, but I needed SOMETHING. The strangest thing happened to me today. It was a rather hectic day in general, though. Spanish vocab test first thing in the morning led to Trevor making fun of me in math class went to a presentation in history about the ancient Aryans, went to talking to Mrs. Cady about Jinger coming to visit (see yesterday's post). Then I was assigned another story in journalism about all the new teachers, and there are a HECK of a lot of new teachers. I have to interview five out of 15, and I don't even know who I'm looking for as I wander the school. Then we did a really cool experiment in chemistry, but more on that later.
So, here is the real strange thing...... Angie and I wanted to go see the CHOICE regatta after school, but we had to leave right away if we were going to get there in time. However, because I was doing this other story for newspaper, I eneded up interviewing these teachers after school and poor Angie was looking for me in all the regular places when I was really nowhere she could find me (the Teacher's Only copy room interviewing Mrs. Bell). So, finally I was done, and we found eachother. As I was getting on my bike to speed down the hill to my house (yes, the hill is five miles long), my chain BROKE! Seriously, it snapped apart. It was of no use at all. It was quite odd, actually. So Angie left, because what was she going to do? I locked my bike up again and got a ride home from Hannah's mom, and then drove back to pick up my bike. Huh. Very strange. Maybe just strange to me, because I've never broken my chain so randomly. But, I admit, it's not that strange.
Jinger and Mrs. Cady are going to "Body Pump" this weekend. How weird- two very-in-shape triathletes who either run or bike or swim EVERY DAY want to go to a workout. It makes me laugh. =)
Illusia is music, A world built on rhyme. It's carved out of space In the absence of time. You've tasted how evil And good coexist. The bitter and sweet of it
I always find it amusing how so many people can know the same people you do. It's NUTS. My middle school teacher is very good friends with my very good friend's neighbor. (In other words; Mrs. Bates is friend's with Ellen's neighbor). And I happened to find this out the same time Ellen's neighbor randomly called me to ask if I could dogsit for her. My SAT class teacher, Nadia, knows Jinger, my summer swim coach, who know Mrs. Cady, my 10th grade bio teacher, who knows Tiffany, my swim instructer since forever-- all in different ways. Jinger taugh Nadia's biochemistry class. Mrs. Cady and Jinger were triathelete buddies, and Tiffany coaches Mrs. Cady's Masters swim workouts. Maybe Nadia knows Tiffany, too. That would be wacky......
I always mean to write about one thing, and something else randomly shoots to my typing fingers. It's cRaZy!! (I hate it when people write whole paragraph with alternating UPPER case and lower case. BAH!)
I'm ringing all the warning bells Careful or you'll hurt yourself Others lie, lie, lie, they adore you I'll be the one to tell you Careful or you'll hurt yourself Gonna try, try, try till the morning
We're back to school after a three day weekend. I sure do love three day weekends. I think I've mentioned that in a lot of previous posts, too. =) Well, you love what you love, I guess. This weekend I had a pretty bad cold, it stunk. It was the last weekend that "Meadows Swim and Tennis Club" pool was open. I really wanted to go and hang out, but I managed to be sick, so I didn't really go. It was a bummer. I'll regret it until May when the pool opens again. I'm a fish, what can I say? Fairview swimming starts in a month or so, so that should be fun.
I consider myself a good all-around person. If I were in the Olympics, I would be in the decathalon, because I'm not good enough at any individual thing to be taken note of. So, the decathalon, here I come. I mean, really. I love to swim, but there are tons of people better than me. Biking and skiing too- I'm better than 97% of the world's population, but 3% is a HECK of a lot better than me. I'm a good student, but not even in the top 20 in my grade. I'm very optomistic, but there are those moments when I fail to be so, and others can hold out longer. There are people who like Star Wars more than me, people who dislike football more than me, people who've eaten more ice cream flavors than me, people who've watched Mary Poppins more times than I. But do you know anyone who rides their bike as well as me, spontaneously quotes Star Wars and Sound of Music, swims the 100 backstroke in 1:03.3, and can rattle off the 7 Characteristics of Living Things and smiles more than me? I don't think so. See? If only I could enter the Olympics in the event BEING K B. I would be set.
Come on, come on
Turn a little faster
Come on, come on
The world will follow after
Come on, come on
Cause everybody's after love
That's from Shrek 2. Cute movie, I think. Gave me many a smile. =) I have a cold. It's no good, I tell thee. My throat was sore yesterday and today it's the whole runny-nose-ithcy-eyes-sneezing-mess. It's also rainy and not very bright outside. I sure hope that it clears up by Monday, because Monday we don't have school and it's the last day Meadows is open. So I have to go- whether or not it's miserable weather. But, it would be much more enjoyable if the sun was out and it was 85 degrees. However, it's a Colorado September- what's the chance of that? Heck- it might even snow. =) Steph says that we aren't supposed to get much snow this winter. That would be a bummer, I think. It would cut down on my already minimal skiing time. But, no one person can control the weather. We're doing a pretty good job trying to mess it up, though, with people getting tax cuts when they buy Hummers. But, hey, who cares, right? (answer- me)
