Thursday, November 21, 2002
"My idea of an agreeable person is a person who agrees with me." --Benjamin Disraeli"I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is never half full, it's always half empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. --Janeane Garofalo
"I took up meditation. I like to have an espresso first just to make it more challenging." -Betsy Salkind
"I bet that Van Gogh guy cut off his ear by accident and made up that 'lost love' story so he wouldn't look stupid." --Andy Pierson
Today was interesting. Throughout the school day I was kind of slow and tired and pensive and sad. No real reason, but whatever. Then Mr. Gurjala was mean to me and then I got angry along with all the rest of it. After school I went immediately with Victoria and Fatima to see Not-the-boyfriend and sort of left Ben behind without thinking about it. Je suis desole Ben! But perhaps, if I'm lucky, he had something to do. I went out to a birthday soiree last night. I felt a little out of place, but overall it was fun. I heard some great music, both live and off the computer, and the "secret recipe" gravy was very good as well. I sort of hid out most of the time with the rest of the younger folk and a couple hamsters. Well, there were a couple hamsters but one mysteriously disapeared. Hopefully it was taken away by human hand and not the pitter-patter of little hamster feet.
Well more about today... After school we hung out in the office for awhile as Ingrid and Mamadelle(hee!) and Puja and Justin got their essays critiqued. Then JJ and I headed on over to KBB's room avec Mama and joined Natasha and Rj and Alvin in writing their essays. I stood on the ledge and I feel really comfortable standing there. That's probably not a good thing. Then I watched the sky change out the window while lying on a desk upside down. It was interesting because the sky was so unique and pretty that it all seemed a little surreal. It was the six of us and KBB all talking about college in a messily spartan room with a pre, then post apoccalyptic sky. I'm trying to get in the mood to finally start my personal statement. Euh...
I love the full moons on clear nights. I stood outside for awhile and sort of basked in the silvery glow. I was finishing some chores, so there was light reflecting off the plants I had watered and just enough stars. I'm in the mood for a musical though. I want to see Maurice Chevalier.... He's so comfortable and purely jolly, but not innocent. He's like Santa Claus' worldly and rebellious brother.
Sunday, November 17, 2002
Wal-Mart. I think I've seen enough of it for a good long while. It was fun and everything, but I'm always a little afraid of the people there. Some very strange people shop there. And the workers will suddenly cry out in desperation and agony. I'm not kidding. They do. That is, if you hang out next to the fabric long enough. Of course eventually a few of your party will meander over to the buttons and wiry rotating display racks full of needles and inevitably once someone touches them, they will collapse like so many playing cards and you will have to run away.Or you will look at pens and someone will reach out for one and the self proclaimed indestrucatable and not detachable clamp that was attached to the pen set will come off in their hand. Of course this causes another swift escape.
After numerous other incidents, one involving a plethora of stuffed animals a pink boa and a small chair, everyone decides to make an exodus and get home.
Walk home, that is. A long, long walk home. A nice, cool, long, brisk walk home. Pleasant.
Homecoming was....long. I spent 17 hours at school yesterday. Think about that. More than half the day. It was against all sorts of child labour laws. The first Yearbook photographer, Anthony, was quite submissive and eager. Funny man apperantly tried to photograph our restrooms. Then he was replaced. Well, it actually wuouldn't be easy to replace him, Isuppose it was more like he left and we were given aman to fill the position. Literally, Aman. He was not submissive, nor was he eager. In fact he was disinterested and demanding. And he took photos of people's backs and the other team. argh.
Of course Basset trounced us at homecoming. Oh well, it's no matter. We didn't lose that badly and that's all that matters. They tried. It was horribly cold for the longest time. The game was fun. We got the best seats in the whole place, je pense. I was one of the lucky folks who took a balloon arch out to the field during halftime. joy. Oh yes, the highlight of the event:
NATASHA WON! yayyy...!
And since we had a round crown this time, it didn't stay properly and was at a jaunty angle most of the time.
The dance, as leadership predicted, was rather pitiful. The best part was probably when I found out that someone had opened the back door and let a bunch of people in free. That's what they get for not letting the students run homecoming. Of course, I wasn't at the dance the whole time. We were dead tired. Lisa and I went out and slept in her car for awhile. About an hour until Puja pounded on the car door and we were rudely awakened to the biting cold. I wasn't much help at clean up and I felt rather bad about it. Since I'd been up so long it took me a moment before I could realize anything so by the time I would realize there was something to do and begin to make my way toward it, someone else jumped to the occasion. Such as Alvin's counting down seconds, and at exactly 11 30pm he lept up and began telling people to leave while pulling down decorations. When I finally arrived at home I hastily got ready and went to bed. I thought it would be funny to go online and see if anyone else did, but even I couldn't bear the computer after that long and I just jumped into bed. I think I went to quickly tho, because I now have a sore shoulder.
