Sunday. 8.30.09 9:25 pm
I'm teaching myself to do that trick where you make your pecs flex, one after the other. It looks really goofy and it'd be a great party trick. I can do it now, actually. I just need to practice so I can make them "bounce" faster.
In other news, I'm putting together a sweet CD of songs for the team to warm up to. Pump up songs. There are 24 or 25 on the list now, I can't remember. I'm trying to narrow it down even more. I might take out I'll Make A Man Out of You, which I really wanted in there. Oh well.
I may be getting sick. Bleh. My throat goes from being pained to ticklish, and if I'm not mistaken, I'm getting chills/heat when I shouldn't. Though maybe it was just really hot today. Heh. But I'm coughing, and that's definitely bad.
You are the new drug
Friday. 8.28.09 11:58 pm
Pretty cool song. Not the best, but sort of catchy.
Sometimes I love what I write here. Sometimes it's just regular stuff.
I'm going to a wedding tomorrow. My youth pastor is getting married. I don't think I've properly processed all the ramifications yet.
All my friends have picked up on the fact that my mom is Puerto Rican (about time) and now like to tease me with overblown accents. It's annoying, but I guess I'd better just get used to it. Though being called "Esteban" when I'm in a pissy mood is a bit rough.
Ryan has an Atari Flashback. The thing is clunky as balls, but it's still kind of addicting to play Pong with John. Especially when the glitch makes the ball go through his paddle and he yells in despair.
I don't think I really trust anybody. Well, I trust some of my guy friends...but girls? I haven't trusted a girl in a while, now. Hey public, how are you doing?
I wore my shirt today that said, "In case of emergency, BREAK DANCE." It was super appropriate because in first block we had a fire drill and swim practice was thundered out.
If I had to pick a literary device as my favorite, it would be irony. No doubt.
The reason I feel that I can say such blatant truths about myself here is that nobody of consequence reads this. A few friends who I do trust, a few friends who I trust only because I can, and a few strangers who I'll never meet in real life and probably don't care too much anyway. This whole freaking blog is ironic.
Bah. At least this post will be interesting. To me. Hahaha.
For Video Production I have to write a script. I think I'll write a music video for These Walls by Dream Theater. Ever since I heard that song, I've imagined a video to go with it. Now I just have to work out the details and make sure it's plausible for a few kids to film and produce.
Tomorrow I have to get up early to attend a swim meet, then do a project, then go to a wedding, then go to bed before church, etc, etc, there goes my weekend. Whaa, whaa, whaa. Tonight was kind of disappointing (I should've stayed home and done work), so I'm just in a crap mood, and it's making me cynical and sarcastic and frustrated and blah, blah, blah. I won't go so far as to say that life sucks, because it really doesn't, but right now I just out for a while but I've still got stuff to do.
This takes a lot less time to read than it did to write. Night-night.
Small issues with the new swim suits (Edited)
Monday. 8.24.09 10:42 pm
Nike, who is so kindly sponsoring all the teams at my school this year, sent us "demo" suits to try on that...er...misrepresented the sizes. Most of the people I've talked to today said they went down a size from their norm because the ones we tried out seemed kind of big.
They're not. They're tiny. And on top of that, the waistline isn't entirely elastic, so it can't quite stretch to get around my lightning thighs. And most of the people I've spoken with are in the same situation.
The first meet is tomorrow, right after school. I'm excited, because it's against Fort Mill and we may win. But not having new suits kind of messes things up...my old suit is starting to wear through on the seat. And mine's in good condition, relatively speaking.
But I'm also excited because I'M A CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM OH YES. This will be a fun season. Because Ryan and I are the boys' captains. Which means that we have certain...influence over the things that happen during practices.
"HEY MOM I'M A TEAM CAPTAIN."
I have the best classes this year. It's crazy. My math class is crazy. We get two days out of the week to learn, and then the other 3 days to figure everything out. I feel like I've learned a lot in a week, but it really wasn't much. It's like a class about HOW to think more than WHAT to think. I'm lovin' it.
Then IB English/History, which is just more of the same from last year (nyeahhh...)
Then Lunch, which is nearly as epic as last year (but not really) and Video Productions, which seems rather like a very technical version of Creative Writing 2. I may very well enjoy myself in there.
And last, Chemistry 2, with a crazy and laid-back teacher, a class full of outgoing people like me, and next to Keener. I can make Keener burst into laughter just by looking at her a certain way. And then she makes ME laugh. It's really hard to have a bad day when the last class is so full of joy.
Actually, today, the boy who missed the first week of school came to class and sat right behind me. It made me a bit nervous, but then
He was cool! Haha.
So it's really a simply sublime semester for me. I dunno how I'll manage to handle it. Whee!
Man, Dream Theater plays ridiculously long songs. I got 20 songs recently, and that's probably nearly 3 hours of music. Maybe more.
I'd better start listening.
EDIT: This morning, I went through my normal schedule of snoozing the alarm. 6:30, then 6:39, 6:42, and lastly 6:57. On my last snooze I realized that I still didn't have the motivation to get out of bed, and I wondered what to do about it briefly before my brain stopped recording again. A minute later my ghetto pocket watch beeped and sufficiently jarred my nervous system. I commended it, "Good call, watch," and then laughed at my clock and got out of bed.
It wasn't until I was in the bathroom that I realized that I had just made jest with two time-pieces.
Thursday. 8.20.09 4:42 pm
I know the music isn't much, and is actually a little creepy at some points, but the lyrics of this song describe be much better than I've ever been able to. He's brutally honest about his life, something that I know I have trouble doing even in my own mind...and I'm sure I'm not the only one.
"Playing a lion being led to a cage
I turn from surreal to seclusion
From love to disdain
From belief to delusion
From a thief to a beggar
From a god to 'God save me.'
If I seem superhuman,
I have been misunderstood."
That's some hard hitting stuff. I know how easy it is to assume that the people around us have near perfect lives, or sometimes for us to assume that about ourselves. Myself. I have a very loving group of friends, and not a few of them are bold enough to say that they admire me. Frankly, I admire them most of the time, and I feel bad because I know that I tend to act the right way, but only up to a point. And past that point, I'm just like this song.
Practice has been canceled today and tomorrow because a few kids on the team came down with Swine Flu. Fantastic. Also, being a senior is a blast, all my classes have cool teachers, and those strawberry Fruit Singles cups at lunch are absolutely amazing.
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