Friday. 8.24.07 11:17 pm
Katie was making lemon bars when I called her. In fact, they were just coming out of the oven.
I wanted one.
She taunted me with their sweet gooey-ness. She insisted that I couldn't have one.
I wanted a lemon bar. So, to make her pay for her insolence, I pulled a small and very satisfying prank.
Mom was talking to me from downstairs, (aka yelling through the door) so I was talking to her, too.
"Stevie, I'm going to be in my room to watch TV."
Katie can only hear my side of this conversation. "OK mom. Enjoy yourself. Oh, by the way..." Mom's already gone inside the room and can not hear my shouting, "...can I go to Katie's and grab a lemon bar?"
Poor girl, she really thought I was serious. "Stevie! NO!"
"Yeah, Mom. She just made them."
"YES, she invited me. NO, MOM, I didn't invite myself! Gosh."
"I am going to KILL you!"
"She just pulled them out of the oven. She says they're all gooey."
*Various sounds of disagreement*
"No, you don't have to- Wait, what time is it...it's only 9:40, Mark can drive with me. I know-"
"You aren't talking to your mom, are you?!"
"Not at all. But, MAN, I really had you goin' the-"
She called back. :P
EDIT: Today I went to her house at 10, banged on her door until she woke up and come out, and ate some lemon bars. They were more like lemon smears, but oh-so lemon-y.
Thursday. 8.23.07 10:38 pm
School started two days ago. So far, everything's great. None of my teachers have shown signs of being jerks, and I have lunch with a ton of my friends. The classes are all full of old and new buddies, some of which I haven't hung with since middle school. Physical Science is so far a breeze, mostly because of that book I was reading (and am still working on,) An Elegant Universe. I posted something about it here, it's about string theory. Very helpful.
Homework is already starting to pile up, but that's OK. The real killer is swim team. Practice right after school until 6, sometimes 7. Hard sets. Lots of technique and endurance building. The land drills are harder than I remember. I was in better shape second semester last year, apparently. Only a few laps totally kill me.
Not, of course, that I don't love it.
Girls at my school are so...I don't know. I can't think of anyone that I'd start a relationship with. Flirting is great. Conversation...is OK. Only a few closer female friends really converse with me. Which is cool.
Some of my friends are already ready for summer again. I can't imagine.
Monday. 8.20.07 9:32 am
I take naps all the time. Yesterday, I saw so bored I took an hour long nap ending at 5:30 pm. No bid deal.
I then proceeded to stay up until 3:20 am.
Stupid. Beyond stupid. I pulled a K-fed last night.
Which doesn't necessarily mean I married or made babies.
I swear to (ya'll), I was laying on my makeshift bed until at least 5. I have to swim this week, PLUS school starts Wednesday.I'm wiped. I was only woken up when my mom called obnoxiously and repeatedly.
Oh, wait. I said School.
Man, I'm starved.
Saturday. 8.18.07 2:45 pm
Swim team is refreshing. I enjoy the mindless exhaustion. I ran for captain, but I wasn't sure I really wanted to. Which is good, because I didn't get it.
Sometimes, I just don't understand people. Or maybe I just don't take the effort.
Maybe it's just because I expect people to be like me. To react like me. Ditsy people frustrate me beyond all reason. People who pretend to be different are bad, but it's even worse if they're pretending just for the sake of pretending.
I'm kind of a loner, at heart. I think. Maybe. I definitely like my peace and quiet, but I also like to get in on a party. But if I go to a party or something, and I can't get in on it, then all the talking starts to irritate me. I especially hate being on vans or buses with lots of talking people. Girls are usually the worst.
And what's the deal with random "What's up"? I mean, if you're going to talk to me, you'd better not just call me and say, "I'm bored. What're you doing?" You'd better have something at least a little important to say. Or entertaining. Because if you don't, then I'm just going to be sitting on the phone, listening to the freaking awkward silence, and mouthing out curse words while I make faces. I don't like being attached to people. That's basically the whole point of this rant.
Which brings me to another point. If I DO get attached to you, you would do well to respect those feelings. Because they don't come a lot at all.
I really hate to say this, because I know some people are going to read this and think I'm talking about them. I guess I'm just a jerk for thinking like this, but that's the truth.
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