Sunny Day Sweepin' the clouds away On my way to where the air is sweet Can you tell me how to get, How to get to Sesame street...
It's the weekend! It's the weekend! It's the weekend! Even the teachers were counting down to this weekend. I suppose teachers are just as exciting for breaks as the kids are, they're just not QUITE as vocal. haha. In the real world, when asked "how are you?" most people's default answer is "good". Not at FHS. It's "I'm tired". So many kids say that! It's incredible. I'm tired of just hearing everyone say "I'm tired". Get more sleep, then, fools! But they also have this strange illusion that getting more sleep makes you more exhausted. I, personally, don't get this. Ah, well, each to his own bogus theory. =)
We painted tiles in LINK on thursday. It was exciting, I love paining things, even though I'm not great at it. But Pottery Caffe or As You Wish (now known as "Color me mine"). Maybe I'll get Maggie a "color me mine" gift certificate for christmas. That's a good idea- remember it self! Halloween is on monday. I'm exciting. I'm going to be a chimney sweep again, I think, because I did look awfully cute last year. =) But I'm dressing up as a snokeler today for Fairview's Trick or Treat Street, which should be quite fun.
Our newspaper came out yesterday! It was fabulous. I really do think people enjoyed it, I certainly did. One of my pages was too dark, though, and I knew it was going to be, and I didn't change it. Alas. Devon didn't change it either, so that makes me feel a little better. But, the second-note-to-self today is MAKE SURE YOUR BACKGROUNDS AREN'T SO DARK!!
I'm starting my novel on tuesday. I'm really excited. I have no idea what I'm going to write about, though, which is somewhat unfortunate. But not really, because the founder, Cris Baty, says "no plot? no problem!" Of course, he also says you should have characters planned out, which I don't, except for the one Angie suggested "Katie Kilimanjaro". Hmmm. I might need to work on her. But I'm psyched. So, I probably won't be updating so much during this coming month, for every moment of free time will be spent novelling! (and college apps. Gross)
All the palace lamps were lighted as the sun was going down And the music of the orchestra was heard across the town The dance was just beginning when there came a mighty roar 'Your Highness, there's an elephant, and he's standing at the door!'
I've met my match. No, I've met my conquerer; I've been outplayed, surpassed, and vanquished. It's the truth. ANd I readily admit my defeat, because no way in the world will I compete with this girl.
I'd consider myself optimistic. In fact, if you were a college application, I would tell you that optimistic is one of the three adjectives that describes me. I smile a lot, I don't complain or whine very much, I like sunflowers and blue-bird skies. Many people have told me that I'm the smiliest person they know, that "I'm never sad" (which isn't true, obviously, but I like that people think that). Obviously I don't think I'm the most idealistic person in the world, but I'm one of the more so of the people I know. Not any longer. So siree bobagoochee.
So, unlike some people, I think freshman are actually people. I don't clump them all into one "stupid freshman" group. The new freshman on the swim team are fabulous, and I love them. But there is a difference, I think, between 14 year-olds and 17/18 year olds. "KRISTEN!" you say "Just spit it out already!" Fine, your wish is my command: This girl, Maya (Maia?) is absolutely insane. I have never met anyone as optomistic and in-love-with-life as she. I don't know why she has this personality trait, but it is to the extreme. Oh, I exaggerate, do I? Nope. Example: "Tuesday are the best day of the week, because (although Mondays are good too) it's in the beginning of the week and I have so much to look forward to)" "That set today was so fun!" (I DIED during this set) "I died too, it was just really fun" She's absolutely insane. You can't derail this girl. "Oh, my test was hard, but I really liked it" WHO LIKES TESTS? NO ONE. But she is so serious, and so geniune about these strange likes of her's. I haven't found something she doesn't like. Oh, yes I have. She doesn't like rubber bands on her pants. There's a chink in her wall of optimisism. I knew we couldn't all be perfect.
If I ever start a band, I'm going to name it "Rubber Band"
Look at this stuff Isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the girl The girl who has ev'rything? Look at this trove Treasures untold How many wonders can one cavern hold? Lookin' around here you'd think (Sure) she's got everything
I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty I've got whozits and whatzits galore (You want thingamabobs? I got twenty) But who cares? No big deal I want more
I wanna be where the people are I wanna see Wanna see 'em dancin' Walkin' around on those (Whad'ya call 'em?) oh - feet Flippin' your fins you don't get too far Legs are required for jumpin', dancin' Strollin' along down a (What's that word again?) street
Up where they walk Up where they run Up where they stay all day in the sun Wanderin' free Wish I could be Part of that world
Please show me how to live Please show me how to have a day I don't wanna wake up now Why do I have to wake up, anyway?
I am completly, totally, all together, done with stupid standarized (and aptitude) testing! Isn't that fabulous? This morning I took two SAT II Subject tests- and boy! were they no entertaining. But that's okay, because I don't have to worry about them any longer. Until, of course, I have to take the LSAT, or the MCAT, or whatever other tests after college. But that's a good four years away. It's like worrying about the SAT while in 8th grade. (of course, I know several people who took the SAT while they were young, naive middle schoolers. I pity you early-test takers.) I also pity the people who walk into the SAT without any preparation at all. Are there people like that? As in, the first time you've ever seen what the test looks like is on the testing day? I've done so many practice tests and practice questions. I didn't for the ACT, though. Interesting...
We broke down walls at school last week. Not literally, although I think we should do that someday, too. But we had a speaker come in and do a key-note at an assembly, and then different kids were excused for one of three days. We played games, mainly, which was really fun. When was the last time you ran through a jump rope? Not actually jumped rope (the verb) but had two people spinning a giant rope and run through to the other side? It had been a long time. And we bonded. And afterward, Brian Stewart smiled at me in the halls. He's never done that before.
In 9th grade, I didn't care who I "hello"ed in the halls. Margo used to say I knew the entire school. (that was when I still walked with her during passing periods) Last year, I still knew a ton of people, but I didn't greet them as exuberantly, if at all. I said hi to all the swimmers, of course, and all my current friends and classmates. But not to the kids I remembered from Platt who have no idea who I am, nor to the boys in my government class freshman year. After this "Breaking down the Walls" exercise- I've started to startle more people with my friendly hellos. I think it's good for the soul to have random people say hi to you. Especially in Fairview's halls, where if you BLINK, you miss the people (especially if you walk fast, like me!)
Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
I really like that song. I just found some of my father's R.E.M. CDs that are quite good. That's what I've been listening to all weekend.
The Fairview vs. Boulder game took place this weekend. It was fairly fabulous. Last year I was mauled as I stepped into the stadium. This year I was clever, and instead did the hair-dying-bandana-tying myself. In fact, I did it so well, my scalp still looks like it's bleeding. Slightly unpleasant, but I'll live. =) We won, again, which was fab- I'm glad they won my senior year. Not that it really mattered to me in the long run, Matt was freakin out in biology on friday, just because he was so nervous. That's one thing- no one watches swim meets. No one's weekends or parties depend on how our races go. I guess that's good- although it also means we have a very poor crowd showing. =) But, Fairview won, and we have bragging rights for another year (not that I hang out with a lot of people I feel the need to brag about my school's football record. But hey, now I could if I wanted to)
What is our world coming to? When can I vote? I want to vote. I should be able to vote! Wyatt can vote. I saw Wyatt at the bus stop the other day. I didn't say hello to him though, because I was inside Einstein's and he was at the bus stop. Can Wyatt vote? I don't remember.
Happy October, folks! Why is it 80 degrees in October? I'll give you a hint- GLOBAL WARMING.
