I have a sick sense---I'm hungry (yes, seriously, that is half my title...I'm getting pathetic)
2006-09-06 @ 1:42 a.m.
I was planning on doing this on September 5th, yesterday, but OH WELL! as usual.
But hey, five days is SO not bad. For me. Right?
Anyhoo...it's been a long weekend and a hellish day back today. Yesterday. GOD I hate it when I do this after-midnight thing!
Friday, the best damn day of the school week. Completely ruined by the pep rally. My only friends at St. John's share my feelings for these shows of spirit and short stretchy skirts (pure hatred) so we did our usual thang and ate in the Quad. I was busy as hell working on the stupid Owen Meany paper, as always, and Ms. Flowers happened to come by her classroom (which was right there, stupid, no duh) and told me that we were in the computer lab. Meaning, we wouldn't have a definite thing to turn in. Meaning, I could get away with not doing any work the night before. Just today I was thinking about how the same thing happened with our rough drafts and English class today, and a few other random things such as the new you-don't-have-your-mouthguard-in-take-a-lap rule, and I realized that I DO get away with everything. It's an awesome feeling. Yet I want more. MORE! I WANT everything in addition to getting away with everything! It's terrible.
When Friday was over, school-wise, we still had field hockey to deal with. At around 1:30 pm, during WHAP (after that wonderful reading quiz I failed..no really...failed), I did my weird thing by thinking to myself: "In one hour, I'll be here in the review room, dying for the bell. In two hours, I'll be hurrying from whatever it is I'm doing to go to the locker room and then practice. In three hours, I'll be practicing and wondering how it is that time magically stops and takes on a strange new beat during field hockey. Maybe I'm psychotic? In four hours, I'll be getting in Dad's car or waiting for it. In five hours, I'll be showering and getting ready for the big STH/Strake game. In six hours...I'LL BE THERE!" So I thought, ever the optimist, about the football game in a mere six hours. The FREEDOM of a three-day weekend in a mere six (or less, really) hours.
But now that I'm back at the grindstone, hitting my head against the wall, it doesn't feel that great. The weekend was too damn short. Always is...but the three days ain't all it's cracked up to be.
I've waited for a chance to use that line, and now I've pounced on it. I love that phrase. Okay, to continue..
The day went pretty much as I thought it would. I tried to get Kema to come to the STH/Strake game, or at least go to the SJS game, since Elise was gonna be out of town. But she was tired, same ol', same ol', so I was the lone representative of SJS at the big Catholic football bash.
Dad picked me back up from home after I got ready, all red and ready to go in my STM shirt I'd miraculously found in the back room, along with my red hair thingy, and the red bead earrings from Peru. HELL YEAH EAGLES! Dude, we know they would lose. They ALWAYS do. That's not the point. The point is that Strake sucks. We should've been happier when the police officers started not allowing unaccompanied kids go to either side. Then again, my friends are idiots and all stay on the Strake side to be with THEIR friends, who are the original idiots that go out with Strake neanderthals in the first place. It's like a circle of death.
Though we got to the game right as it should've been starting, at 7:30 PM, there was some announcement that it would be delayed. Which it was...for about an hour. Jeez. I mean, not like we would really notice whether the big sweaty hulky guys would be throwing the damn football around or not, but this made the game go on past 11, waaay past the limits of many people (who all left sometime during the 3rd quarter-both sides left). MY dearest friends, except for the dearest Michelle, had all left somewhere in the vicinity of halftime (wimps!) to have a sleepover at someone's house that we weren't invited to, of course. Michelle left last, around 11:something and after the 3rd quarter. Dad was extremely happy to hear this, especially after I'd asked for thirty minutes when he'd called at eleven. He jumped at the chance, and we all left. Did I ever mention Margaret came with us? Great arrangement-they keep each other company, no lonely-daddy guilt on my part. I did get to see a few of his old football pals though, which was great. The glory days, when STH used to kick the crap outta Strake...ahhh, how I'd like to see a game like that.
I was going to watch hours upon hours of Veronica Mars, but that dream is always killed by an idiotic reality of me trying to read something that I'm seven weeks behind in, then falling asleep drooling on it. Story of my damn life.
Saturday...I tried, seriously tried HARD to sleep in later and later..and I finally gave up a little after eleven. ELEVEN! A time for amateurs! But I spent the day wastefully well, watching Arrested Development all morning and early afternoon. I stayed in the pj's all day, until I was finally facing facts that we were leaving for the Astros game in thirty minutes. I did the quickest shower and get-ready of my life, and did NOT provide an opportunity for that family of mine to blame the lateness on me! Late, hardly, we were going three friggin hours early to get those ever-popular gym bags. One more and I've got a collection for all three sports seasons! This new darker one with the Texas design on it is my new field hockey bag, while my old blue Adidas is the new basketball bag, and the white and orange Astrodome Astros bag from last year is my lacrosse bag. For many reasons, none of which make much sense.
The plan was to go early, get bags, and leave for a bit to eat (I don't know which I hate more, that phrase with a "bit" or a "bite") then come back for the game. The lines were looong, but we still got our bags without the drama of last year (when we were finally at the front of the line, and they ran out of bags, but just as were walking away, one person found two bags at the bottom of a box and just gave them to us-AMAZING), which sorta saddened me. Am I a drama queen? Maybe. I have a boring life, after all.
We ate at the Crawford Street Cafe, since 9 Amigos is annoyingly expensive and shoddy. Supposedly this cafe that I swear I'd never seen before had "healthy alternatives" and "low-carb options", but like we would end up getting any of that, though that's what got us into the stupid restaurant. In addition to 10 pounds of saturated fat from chicken strips and four thousand excessively greasy fries, I also got an idea for my restaurant review article-review Minute Maid Park food! Brilliant, huh? I was thinking about it and obsessing over it for hours before Mom suggested it too. Therefore, of course, it is now her idea. Ha. Oh well, it's too good to care. Now if I could just WRITE the article that was due yesterday...
The game was a bummer, lost 4-2 to the Mets. Hey, it wasn't the Cubs. We lost by two runs (as a result of two VERY costly errors, dammit) to the best team in baseball right now. Not too shabby.
Once again, my Veronica Mars marathon plan was thwarted by...my own sleepiness. I think.
Sunday morning! I woke up to my cell ringing, and as I was still in my morning mood, I didn't fully comprehend that it was 9:24 AM. Emily was calling asking if I was asleep. He. Hehe. Hehehe. No DUH! She said that she'd just seen my family arrive at church without me (Mom didn't even TRY to wake me this time, and the damn alarm didn't do a thing) and that nobody had shown up for the nursery. Which strikes me as hilarious.
I was sure of my decision to skip the camping trip, so I tramped about in pj's once again while they got ready to go camping for ONE! WHOLE! NIGHT! When they finally left, it was early afternoon and Dad was on his way to get me to go wherever. Studying, I think. The procrastinator I am, I didn't actually study at all. I got through half of my two-month-old Teen Vogue though! Progress, for me.
Dad and I went to Life Teen Mass, where I almost threw one of my "shower shoes" at the singin' and joyfully a'praisin' kids out of pure anger. I have no faith, I suppose...I'm trying to figure out whether it's people that have strong faith or if it's the neverending songs of Life Teen that makes me madder. It's a toughie.
Afterward, we went to pick up Mimi to meet Margaret and her sister and mom at Cliff's for some more greasy food for me (normal food for my family). That was seriously the last hamburger for a while-I'm feeling obese, and it's well-deserved.
We all talked pleasantly for a couple of hours. Margaret's sister Pennell (strangest name ever from a woman who named her other one a totally normal name) was nice, and Mimi was bearable. We got home around nine, by which time Dad was already exhausted (as usual). He went to bed early, but not before setting up the TV with the DVD player from the kitchen to be moved to a visible space from the living room couch. Pure awesomeness. Too bad I didn't get to it. I've been dying around midnight lately, just lack of sleep I guess (or am I getting tired...EARLIER???!!!). So I read and read...and fell asleep. Dad woke me up (or his walking around woke me up) at exactly 5:21 AM. Crazy time, but I watched three eps of VM, so it's all good. After my millionth viewing of Donut Run, and some eggs and toast, I nodded back off.
THEN I got up at a normal time, near noon. I lazed around for quite a while, just read, watched TV (but no more VM or Arrested Development, sadly) before finally taking a much-needed shower past one PM. Then I just worked on homework and random things all afternoon. Of course I got next to nothing done, and I went home kinda early to go Jamba Juicing with Michelle.
It had to be the most random outing ever. I was going to review Jamba Juice versus Robeks, but we barely had time for ONE place, since her daddy and mommy dearest wanted their baby home at 7:30. School night, after all! She came by at 6:45, but we didn't leave for a little while, of course. We went to Jamba Juice in the Village, and it was great cuz Mom wanted to go grocery shopping anyway, so we were dropped off-ALONE! Oooh. Now we could've grabbed our Berry Lime Sublime and Strawberry Surf Rider and looked like mad for Arnold Street, but instead we goofed off (I kinda hate that phrase too) like idiots and gulped down 30 oz. of sugar each in front of the Gap, waiting and waiting for some sort of sign to point us to the root of the problem.
Nothing happened.
But we had a fun time, and I drove home! We looked for Arnold all along the neighborhood I knew around West U, but of course I never really knew an Arnold street, just wanted to believe I did. But I did drive home! And NOT crash! It was stupendous (that word always makes me think of stupid people).
I finally started on my deadly homework, which I didn't NEARLY finish. It killed my night. I could've gotten a lot more sleep tonight too, even with the whole Confirmation practice, but I chose not to. I chose to be an idiot. I chose to WRITE!
Anyhoo. I still have an article to write for the Review, which was kinda due...YESTERDAY. But my editor Gabby is really nice and understands my Catholic plight. So I damn well better get that thing in tomorrow morning. I'm such a moron. At least I have a faintly vague random outline.
Sooo, yesterday. I woke up particularly grouchy-enough to get Lina to swear she'd never come back, oooh I'm good-jay kay, we're cool now but I was horrible this morning. Trying to write an English essay in the car, in the morning, somehow actually getting to advisory on time only to find that we had a substitute, who happened to be Seti. Figures that the first time I'd be on time all year is when there's a sub.
Double chemistry was too long and took up my imaginary study hall time, so I was even more dead concerning the English paper. A rough draft was due, and Ms. Flowers had said something about five points off the final draft without it. That scared me, seeing as I was looking at around a 70 in the first place.
Spanish, I started to get really pissed off, just about everything. I started a mental list in my head: Things that make me Mad as Hell. 1-when there's no clock in the room 2-when there IS a clock in the room but the teacher purposefully hides it so we don't stare at it the whole time 3-jangly bracelets that they jangle ON PURPOSE just to make OBNOXIOUS NOISE 4-when teachers erase only a part of a board full of writing to make space for more writing-ERASE IT ALL OR NOTHING DAMMIT!!! Stupid bitches. I mean that in general, to the whole world. Stupid bitches...
Geometry was a mad rush of English essay, which I sacrificed paying attention to proofs for. Ms. Steele called on me for something that I had no idea about, of course, but somebody knew the answer and interrupted my "uuuuhhhhhhh"s thankfully. The only good thing about SJS: the smart freaks can cover for you and your idiocy.
We had yet ANOTHER class meeting at lunch, this time about the PSAT. I don't give a rat's ass. I really and truly don't. No more.
I spent the rest of lunch desperately trying to finish the damn essay, when in English it didn't even matter cuz we were in the computer lab, just working on our papers! That's it! I was writing a shitty paper in a hurry for nothing. I typed it all up anyway. I see all first big assignments as sort of preliminaries, even though they very much count. Oh well.
WHAP...another essay. I actually felt alright about this one. I didn't scratch out more than two words, and I understood half of what I was talking about. Brilliant! Maybe I'll get above a 75 for the first time!!
The Review was just a meeting, telling Gabby about my idea, which she actually liked, yay, excusing my procrastinator self for being such a late late late person, blah blah blah. I still need to write it! Like NOW!!!
So I'm gonna say that field hockey was wet (but the show went on), Dad was grumpy, Confirmation was hectic, and my Sponsor doesn't know what I look like. At least my fellow Confirmandi sitting right by me have sponsors that know my name. And birthday. And grandparents. Oh yeah, Michelle and Olivia are next to me. Because we're all the same height. At least, according to me, we are. And that's all that matters.
The only good thing that came of rushing to that practice at 7 was taking a shower-and even brushing my teeth!-many hours ago, leaving me now free to drop dead in bed. Hallelujah.
Here's to the cramp gods: please don't kill me in the night. I get the idea, my hands are cramping 24/7, my leg hurts like hell...just stop it all and I'll do whatever you want of me.
Please.
Okay, better go and get some sleep to get that insanity to stop gushing forth from my mouth slash fingers.
Bubye!!!
