I been wondering about your dependency Your idea of defiance is a modern day mystery Arms and chest are cold When your back is on fire And the only time you come clean Is when you're talking to your buyer
Swimming started today! It was very exciting, I must say. El and I made a bee-utiful sign and hung it on the pool deck. It didn't get near enough praise, I admit. I mentioned it a lot, but I don't really count. Practice was fun, easy, but fun. A million freshman showed up, which is good and bad. But I like the freshman, most of them. I think a few are already security breeches. What that means, I don't know. But they are. There are a lot of frosh who hadn't swum in a very long time, and that's also slightly unfortunate. But I like them. As long as they work hard, they're welcome on the team. El's shoulder hurt, again, which is very unfortunate. But it didn't hurt during summer- what does that mean? I don't know- maybe she's just psyching herself out. Probably not, though, as it really does hurt. And I believe her. She's not a injury-faker like some people I could name. I was the only senior there again. I miss last years seniors. Despite my randomly breaking into grins during practice (which isn't good swimming, because then you laugh about the fact that you're grining like a dork, and then you're underwater laughing, and that leads to drowning.), I really missed them. Which was stupid- because they weren't good captains, nor especially friendly toward the new swimmers, nor especially dedicated, but it's like I lost my older siblings. The swim team is a family, you know, and I miss them. They've swum with me for longer than Christina and Mary Kate have! And it's depressing they weren't there.
** humming my own little tune at 6:29:00 PM
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September 17, 2005
I get the news I need on the weather report. I can gather all the news I need on the weather report. Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile. Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here I am The only living boy in new york
I slept in the basement last night because my grandparents and their friend are staying here for one night- so Anch and I got kicked out of our room. But I don't mind. I'm still down here, actually, listening to my iPod and typing onto my blog. I had an odd dream about leaving Fairview for college. In my dream, I was very worried about the cross country page in the yearbook. I don't even like running. It was a good dream, though, I think.
September 13, 2005 Thought I found the words to say Just to get you feeling fine over heels my way But it don't matter how I lost the word and nerve and now There's nothing more for me to say Feels like I'm wasting my time Hanging on this same old line There's nothing left for me to find
I think the Hubble telescope is amazing. I mean look at that thing! How can that possibly exist in the world. It looks like something I would get off the visualizer on iTunes. I hope that the universe never seizes to amaze ANYONE. Because if we get used to brillance, than we're done for.
We never said our love was evergreen, Or as unchanging as the sea But if you can still remember, Stop and think of me...
My wish is the world's command. I ride my bike to school at 6:50 every morning, and once I rode through a puddle that got me wet and thought "I wish someone would fix that broken sprinkler that is creating this puddle" and then, the next afternoon, as I was riding home, some one was fixing that sprinkler. Then, I complain about no one ever writing me emails- and voila! Two people who hadn't written to me in weeks wrote back. AND THEN I wanted a glow-in-the-dark frisbee, and my dad randomly brought one from Old Navy. I tell you- some one/thing upstairs has me on a good list. Not that I'm complaining =) That sprinkler really did need to be fixed.
I was dancing around in my basement to "The Phantom of the Opera". I really should be a ballet dancer. My basement ceiling is really not quite tall enough for me to be doing leaps and jumps and whatnot- I bump my head. At Ella's party we danced to the Lion King soundtrack. It's was fairly spectacular. =)
The world begins to disappear The worst things come from inside here All the king's men reappear For an eggman, on and off the wall Who'll never be together again
Why am I the only person in the entirety of the world who actually responds to emails? Or any letter of any kind? One would think that people write emails to receive responces, right? Well, if they do t for themselves, then WHY THE HECK shouldn't they do the second half for me? Take Jinger, for example. "I love being your pen-pal" she says. And all I did was send her a birthday card- nothing that warrented a responce. But she did respond, and then I did to her. But, including the 6 days total it takes for a snail mail letter to go from one mailbox to another ANYWHERE in the continental USA, it takes her more than a month to write a few measley sentences. Seriously, these letters have less information in them than a loaf of white bread. Now, I do give myself credit for reforming some people. Jesse used to take months to write an email- but then I sent her what some would consider hate-mail and made her cry and now she writes me much more often. =) Others, though, are beyond help- Emily insists that she LOVES writing emails as much as she like getting them, but little does she realize that she responds to my letters about 1/3 of the time. Aren't I a little over-zealous? you ask. No, actually, I ain't. This world is getting crazy enough without people randomly cutting off communication from their friends.
In the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungier, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears. Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder. But mostly it didn't, because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun became jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always bright. What he didn't tell them, though, was that in the daytime, they'd never be seen. So the stupid ones leapt from the sky to the ground, and they froze under the weight of their own foolishness. But the moon did her best. She carved each of the blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn't fall. She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left.
Too late to be known as John the First He's sure to be known as John the worst A pox on that phony king of England!
Ellen, Mags, Angie, and I watched Robin Hood a few nights ago. It was quite amusing, I must say.
Today is the last day that Meadows is open. I suppose I should go for a little while, at least. How sad, today is Labor Day and the last day of real summer. I can't believe that I've only been in school for one week!! It's amazing. School is a weird phenomenon, although every class is a mere 51 minutes, several seem like they take days to end, while others go by in a flash. Every day, though, drags on to eternity, and I am always exhausted after my last class. Weeks also take a long time to pass, but when you look at months, or quarters, or semesters, these longer time periods go by very quickly. And years! After they're done, I could have sworn they just started.
You probably can't measure time. Whomever invented the clock just was messing with us. Time isn't constant at all. When aliens come down to observe our planet- they probably won't understand the concept of time, of scheduling and planning. Maybe. Or maybe the entire universe relies on this sticky subject.
