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.
Obama's got it covered.
Sunday. 8.16.09 10:19 pm
I know that this isn't really funny, but for 5 or 6 immature moments Ryan and I were giggling like small children about the idea of Speedos with Obama's face on the crotch. We were already planning on wearing matching sets since it's our senior swim year; mine green and his read, with the Mario Starman on the crotch and a Goomba's face on the cheeks. It was a small step to put the president's face on the front instead. I thought it would be the ultimate win.
"No, man. That doesn't even cover it. Obama does."
I abruptly choked on the broccoli in my mouth.
But yeah, it's not that funny anymore. I still want to go for the Mario theme. Dunno why.
I always have the most stimulating things to write about, but then I put it off and forget what I wanted to say or how I was gonna say it. And then you're stuck with random stories from my life.
Thursday night was Ryan's birthday party, which didn't let me sleep until...say, 4:30. We were playing Hide and Seek in his neighbors' yards from 12 until we started sampling video games at 3 (Transformers is definitely for small children.)
I had to get up at 9 to make sure my brother got to his Optometrist appointment at 10, even though it was actually at 10:50.
Then swim practice from 3:45 to 5:30 (Butterfly day sucks great balls...I can literally not do a legal 100 yard butterfly, much less a full practice) followed by an hour of dry land (not hard, but no chance for real rest.) That put me at home at 7 PM, with only 4 hours of sleep. And then!
At 11 Ryan's youth group started a lock in...meh. I went, but I didn't stay up all night. Call me a loser. I just didn't have fun. There were a few people who were...less than mature. I seemed to miss out on all the fun, too. Something I'm a little peeved about. Oh, you missed the basketball game! Wow, you should have seen us tape that kid to a wall! Why'd you go to bed so early? (I went to bed around 4:40)
-super loud grumbling-
When I got up yesterday at SEVEN AM (completely uncalled for, FARPY leaders,) drove home at 8:30, and slept til 5:50 ish.
:D :D :D :D
Then I went to bed at 12:30 last night and still managed to sleep a healthy night's sleep before church this morning. Sleep for the win!
Today we welcomed our new freshmen to youth group with silly games and the Wheel of Misfortune. I got to throw Cheeto balls at a girl's face so they'd stick to the shaving cream. And Charlie told us about his crazy grandmother. Good times.
Third's a charm.
Sunday. 8.9.09 10:46 pm
It took me three tries to click "Publish New Entry" in the drop menu.
Mom got a new mattress for me from one of her friends...it's the first time I've gotten a new one since I can remember. Yes, I have had the same mattress since I was a little kid. I could get in an out of bed without thinking or even waking up, because I was so used to it. I even developed a neat little rolling jump that took almost no effort, put me on my feet, and was completely silent. I've always loved sneaking around my own house.
Of course, this one's about a foot higher than the old one. And it's squishier, so when I roll to support myself on my arms they kind of...sink into it and I just flop to the floor. Things are tense in the bedroom these days.
Managed to get a copy of Hard Times. Now I just have to read it before school starts. I'm doing OK.
I'm also reading ADAM by Ted DeKker and The Best 371 colleges or something.
Oh, yeah. Colleges. My mom's freaking out and it's making me nervous. Doesn't help that I'm aiming at schools like Brown and MIT and also that I'm not completely sure what I even WANT in a school.
Clemson is like the creepy kid that I'm trying to avoid. And Winthrop is a joke because I live 10 minutes from there.
Actually, Clemson is my backup plan. I wouldn't feel terrible if I went, and a lot of my friends are there.
Katie made some interesting invitational choices for her get together last night. I had a great time. Oh yeah. I chopped up a fallen tree for firewood with gardening shears and a hand saw. There was a lot of lighter fluid involved.
Today, in youth group:
We said goodbye to our seniors and our summer interns.
We played the most furious game of Bombardment ever. It was ridiculous.
I only got hit with a ball once. But it's three times if you count the ball that bounced off the ground, and the ball that Ben threw and pelted my face off. Neither of those count, though, so it was only once!
I seriously thought I might have a concussion for a moment. Plus my lower face was numb. Bahahaha.
Um...I played with some of the toddlers that the leaders bring with them. One baby laughed at my dancing EVEN THOUGH HIS EYES WERE CLOSED AND HE COULD NOT SEE ME.
I actually have enough white Boys State shirts to wear a different one every school day for a week, if you count my Girls State shirt. And if I use the two grey Athletics shirts, I can hit Saturday and Sunday too. Score.
My internet is giving out over here, so I'm going to cut this short before things get really hairy. Later.
Thursday. 8.6.09 12:27 pm
I always forget to update this thing these days. Poo on me.
I saw a fantastic movie a few nights ago. I'm going to have to compare it to Sweeny Todd because it's a musical, and it's also dark and gothy and generally cynical in nature.
Yes, I know that I just used improper grammar with so many "ands". I know it's wrong, and I do it purposefully to express that I'm rambling with excitement. It's a literary device.
It's like Sweeny Todd, but I liked it much better. In fact, I watched it with a crazy Todd fan (trust me, the guy pretends to be British and has a Lord of the Rings chess set, not to mention "action figures" of various famous characters throughout history. Like Sherlock Holmes.) and he even liked it better.
Repo! The Genetic Opera. Obviously not very well known in popular culture. But the music was pretty much all kick-ass, and the dramatic aspect was not toned down at all.
And, yes, Paris Hilton is in this movie. I respect her a tiny bit more just for playing a part. She does pretty well.
The first song kind of explains the current social state of affairs, with the mass population addicted to surgery and therefore relying on the painkiller called Zydrate. The second song is my favorite, especially the finale. And the last song kind of explains the hold that GeneCo has on their paid murderer: blackmail.
Maybe a better post later.
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