The lack of sensation
Saturday. 9.26.09 12:18 pm
I'm a bit disappointed to find that my super-soft-hat doesn't have any significant effect on my bare scalp; apparently the skin is so used to feeling through the movement of follicles than now all I can really feel is temperature and general pressure.
When I was shaving my torso, I went a bit low under my waistline and now I have some nasty razor burn from my suit and pants. I even went so far as to shave my armpits this year, and it's not as bad as the waistline. Ah well.
Never watch a badass or dramatic show right after shaving, especially your legs. Every time a shiver ran down my body, all the roots seemed to stab at the inside of my skin.
Trying to escape.
I've put myself, against my own selfish judgment, in a social position that may prove to be dangerous. It's hard to tell with these things.
On the other hand, I've discovered a fantastic brand name of trailmix called Emerald. It has dried coconut, mango, pineapple, and banana, along with chunks of granola, cashews, and what I think are walnuts. It's nom-tastic.
Speaking of shaving, (my transitions are even better than the-muffin-man's) the region swim meets went swimmingly today. Especially for me! Our boys placed second and our girls placed third. This is weird because our girls usually do better than the boys, but whatever. I came within an inch of snagging 3rd place for my 200 medley relay (more on that in a sec,) I dropped almost a second in my 50 free, which is ridiculous considering how fast I had been going already, dropped around FOUR SECONDS on my 100 back, (more on that, too) and then I sort of flopped my part in the 400 free relay. But it's OK because we made the state time! I'm going to USC! I was worried that I wouldn't make any cuts.
So, about the relay. My relay was pretty far behind, and I was pulling anchor because I was doing freestyle, and freestyle is last. Fine. So I get in and destroy the space between me and the closest swimmer. We're using these touch pads for the big meets, so I jam the pad, look to the jumbotron, and see that my relay was placed third. It was awesome because we definitely had not been in third to begin with and I felt like I'd pulled it out of my own butt. And third place would have actually been pretty good because I was on the B relay, and our A relay got second. Second + Third > First.
But when it came time to pause the meet and give out some of the awards, (only the top three swimmers/relays for each event are recognized,) there appeared to be some discrepancy with the results. As it turns out, the relay that I was closing in on still won, if only by a few split seconds. But when the kid went into the wall, the touch pad didn't register for some reason, so it didn't show up on the screen. The officials caught the mistake and put the other relay in third like they should be, but didn't really explain what happened. On top of all that confusion, there was another mistake and they thought our A team got third. So when they called "Northwestern" for third place, my relay got up there. It was pretty embarrassing when they made us get down again. Jerks.
The other drama of the day had to do with my backstroke event. There's this newer guy to the league named Al, and he's a straight beast. I normally swim about 1:07, and this kid swims 0:57 or :58. It's crazy. There's another guy, Jake, who's been swimming for a long time and has a pretty well established reputation. Apparently, Jake, a senior, was talking trash to Al, who I think is a freshman. Maybe younger. And then Al out-touched Jake and won first place in the 100 backstroke. I had no idea of any of this because I dropped my time from 1:07 to 1:03.74 and almost beat out Jack. I was excited. But the story goes that Jake threw a pansy tantrum when he got out of the pool, throwing his cap and cursing in front of several judges. Several people told Coach that he should be disqualified for that, and she made the situation known to the officials. Jack got third, I got forth, which is nice. Jack told me that, come awards time, if they hadn't DQed Jake then he would go to the pedestal, shake Al's hand, and then leave. He wasn't going to respect the awards if they let such a terrible sport up there.
They did. For some reason or another, nobody thought it fit to DQ Jake. First they called Jack for third. When they called Jake, he sauntered up and stood in his position. As SOON as they called Al, he put on this stupid scowl and sulked. No lie, this kid sulked. Al actually mis-stepped and almost fell backwards off the block, but Jack caught him and helped him up. Jake just watched.
It was at this point that several cries of "Three cheers for Sportsmanship! Yeah for good sports!" were heard from the surrounding swimmers.
Yeah. That was me. Quite simply, the officials NOT DQing Jake is a load of bull shit. It probably has a lot to do with his reputation, and it makes me sick. Sick, I say.
The terrible irony is that before the meet, the announcer-guy offered what he called "The Swimmer's Prayer." The whole time he was reciting it, (not "saying" or "praying," but "reciting.") I had this face that I'm sure disturbed a lot of people. It was a joke. The first thing I said when it was done, to my friends, was "That wasn't a prayer. That was a bed time story." It was this rhyming piece of crap that you teach your kids along with The Night Before Christmas or Ring Around the Rosie. It's a nice thought, but it was sort of inappropriate, and if the guy was trying to reach out to the non-religious folk, all he did was make Christianity look like a pretty fairy tale. Bah.
Oh. Irony. The irony is that even after that cornball prayer-thing, nobody thought it fit to DQ the kid who, quite frankly, is one of the the worst examples of good athleticism that the program has to offer. Other irony: John forgot to finish one of his races a while ago, and said "Shit!" under his breath when he realized. One of the judges heard him and chewed him out, threatening to DQ him if he did it again, which is understandable. John cursed under his breath, to himself, because he made a really stupid mistake. Jake said quite a few expletives loud enough for a crowd to hear and threw his cap because he got beat fair and square. As far as I know, he didn't even get in trouble
When Cynacism Strikes
Sunday. 9.20.09 2:10 pm
I saw The Spirit last night. Gotta say, I didn't think much of it. Seemed awfully childish to me. The plot was simple, the villain was simple, the main character was frightfully simple...The Octopus reminded me of Floop from Spy Kids. With a villain as entertaining as all that, it's hard not to have some really funny parts...but those were the only things the movie had going for it. The visual effects were sort of annoying, honestly. The soles of his feet have snow on them! Ohh my gosh!
It was a kid's movie that was taking itself way too seriously. Or an adult movie that was way too childish.
A little social commentary from Sum 41.
Wednesday. 9.16.09 9:14 pm
I think of so many things to write about during the day, but I don't even get time to right them down because some other thought pushes them out of the way. How infuriating.
I found a new webcomic and it is amazing. Also found a new anime, and it's pretty swell, too.
Wednesday. 9.9.09 6:24 pm
Today was a strange day. It was the first day of the new and improved "late start" day, where we come to school 2 hours later but leave at the same time. This year, instead of the "homeroom" class the entire school gets let out in the courtyard/cafeteria for 25 minutes.
Sound like a good idea? NO.
They didn't mention that there wouldn't actually be any food served in the cafeteria, so about 600 kids stormed the tiny room with the snack machines.
Gah. I got busted for walking on the grass, which was interesting because the lady thought that I'd seen her and purposefully walked on the grass anyway, which wasn't true. I just didn't see her. And I figured a 10 foot path of grass would survive being walked on once, compared to me going about 70 feet out of my way through a raging crowd of teenagers. Those numbers are pretty accurate, FYI.
Prophets of War is a song that reminds me heavily of Muse in some places...and the title is lovely word play. Whee!
I had a good day, though. I don't mind the messed up schedule so much.
I think there was more, but right now I gotta go pack a bit. :D
WE LEAVE TOMORROW~!~~~~~!!!!!!!
perhaps its an acronym. and you just didnt know it. your fingers typed it, because they just KNEW it was right.
ORGASMIC RIGHTEOUS LEAPING YOUNG YIPPERS
Oh, it means OH REALLY.
But I don't know why I said that.
i kindof like orgasmic righteous leaping young yippers better
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