RAMS WON THE GAME!! It's crazy in this freaking town, everyone is extremely excited about the win and it's gonna be a big night tonight. And here I am sitting in my room...writing on my blog...
Oh well, I think we're going out in a little while so that should be fun, but Katie and I are extremely tired from the festivities this weekend, so we are going to play it safe. I have to play it safe.
I had a swim meet this morning and I felt shitty, and did shitty, but it was just for fun, so it wasn't a big deal. My main urge right now is to sleep. But I must prosper and continue on with the crazyness.
And tomorrow is a fun filled day of studying. EW.
Well I am off to see the wizard. I'll be back.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Friday, October 07, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
A day in the life of Jessica the Great.
I have a little story I would like to tell. So sit down, put on your thinking cap and listening ears and be still because this is the best damn story you will ever hear.
It was a cold and drizzley day when Jessica woke up from her horrific slumber. For the second night in a row she had suffered from a series of nightmares having to do with posession by the devil, relating to a movie she saw more than two weeks ago. Opening her blury eyes and stared at her alarm clock in disbeleif, wishing it wasn't 5:30 in the morning. Slowly she rolled out of bed soon to find her shirt cold and damp from a night of sweating and panicking. Disgusted, she quickly changed into her lifting atire before meandering into the dim kitchen. As she opened her pantry a wave of disappointment rolled through her grumbling stomach when she saw nothing but a box of mac and cheese and some dried noodles. She walked over the the fridge, only to have that same disappointment hit her once again when all she spotted was yogurt as a tumble weed of dust seemed to blow by.
Jessica and her roommate stood silently in the kitchen eating their yogurt, sleepily blinking their eyes and yawning. When they finished they brushed their teeth and rode their bikes in the bitter cold, dodging sprinklers and all to get to the weight room. When they arrived, Jessica felt she had never been more tired and cursed the devil for scaring her from her sleep she once loved. Jessica and her teammates sclupted their guns for about an hour, and after that moaned and groaned about lunges, complaining their asses are going to be sore tomorrow. Jessica, of course, complained the most.
Jessica and Lauren rode their bikes back home, where Lauren once again, feel into a deep slumber and Jessica was left to do what she pleased. Which would have been to sleep as well, but on this glorious day, she decided to watch the movie "Crash". She was amazed and saddened by the movie and after a few grins and some teary moments, the movie ended and Jessica rushed out of the house to go have a meeting with her lovely swim coach.
Once again she hopped on her bike and rode in the cold to the pool where she spoke with her coach about swimming and school, him telling her what she's always heard from coaches: "You have potential, now you need to put that to use..." blah blah blah. And apparently she needs to get a better attitude. She nodded and agreed she was going to work on that, and merrily (or somewhat so) went on her way back to her humble abode.
When she reached home she was greeted by her roommates, one of which had just gotten home from a five day excursion in the land of cheese. They enjoyed each other's company until two of them jaunted to class and the other two stayed and did their homework. Jessica finished one of her reading assignments and awoke to the grand carpet man and the landlord's wife arriving. She had a nice chat with the two of them, telling the carpet man only a few words which consisted of "let me get my shit out of the closet" in somewhat of a snappy tone. Sadly, to say. Then, once again she rode her damn bike to damn class and participated in nothing since she forgot to read. There she was hulimated and ashamed, as she sat stupidly as the class carried on. She rode home, and did her usual walk straight towards the kitchen, ate a feast, and rode her bike, ONCE AGAIN, to the pool. Where she swam a dreadfully long practice, where she performed mediocre.
This story is getting way too long...
Anyway she came home and went to the store and...
here comes the best part....
BOUGHT FRIED CHICKY!! And ate 4 pieces when she got home as she watched "Whose Line is it Anyway", a grand old show. And then did basically nothing for the rest of the night. Oh, she did get her usual anxiety about calling a boy. Therefore she didn't and regretted it, yet she knew that she should be doing her homework anyway.
Oh man that was way too long. I really need to read now, especially now that my carpel tunnel is coming back. Ouch. There's the best damn story you ever read. And don't forget it.
The End.
It was a cold and drizzley day when Jessica woke up from her horrific slumber. For the second night in a row she had suffered from a series of nightmares having to do with posession by the devil, relating to a movie she saw more than two weeks ago. Opening her blury eyes and stared at her alarm clock in disbeleif, wishing it wasn't 5:30 in the morning. Slowly she rolled out of bed soon to find her shirt cold and damp from a night of sweating and panicking. Disgusted, she quickly changed into her lifting atire before meandering into the dim kitchen. As she opened her pantry a wave of disappointment rolled through her grumbling stomach when she saw nothing but a box of mac and cheese and some dried noodles. She walked over the the fridge, only to have that same disappointment hit her once again when all she spotted was yogurt as a tumble weed of dust seemed to blow by.
Jessica and her roommate stood silently in the kitchen eating their yogurt, sleepily blinking their eyes and yawning. When they finished they brushed their teeth and rode their bikes in the bitter cold, dodging sprinklers and all to get to the weight room. When they arrived, Jessica felt she had never been more tired and cursed the devil for scaring her from her sleep she once loved. Jessica and her teammates sclupted their guns for about an hour, and after that moaned and groaned about lunges, complaining their asses are going to be sore tomorrow. Jessica, of course, complained the most.
Jessica and Lauren rode their bikes back home, where Lauren once again, feel into a deep slumber and Jessica was left to do what she pleased. Which would have been to sleep as well, but on this glorious day, she decided to watch the movie "Crash". She was amazed and saddened by the movie and after a few grins and some teary moments, the movie ended and Jessica rushed out of the house to go have a meeting with her lovely swim coach.
Once again she hopped on her bike and rode in the cold to the pool where she spoke with her coach about swimming and school, him telling her what she's always heard from coaches: "You have potential, now you need to put that to use..." blah blah blah. And apparently she needs to get a better attitude. She nodded and agreed she was going to work on that, and merrily (or somewhat so) went on her way back to her humble abode.
When she reached home she was greeted by her roommates, one of which had just gotten home from a five day excursion in the land of cheese. They enjoyed each other's company until two of them jaunted to class and the other two stayed and did their homework. Jessica finished one of her reading assignments and awoke to the grand carpet man and the landlord's wife arriving. She had a nice chat with the two of them, telling the carpet man only a few words which consisted of "let me get my shit out of the closet" in somewhat of a snappy tone. Sadly, to say. Then, once again she rode her damn bike to damn class and participated in nothing since she forgot to read. There she was hulimated and ashamed, as she sat stupidly as the class carried on. She rode home, and did her usual walk straight towards the kitchen, ate a feast, and rode her bike, ONCE AGAIN, to the pool. Where she swam a dreadfully long practice, where she performed mediocre.
This story is getting way too long...
Anyway she came home and went to the store and...
here comes the best part....
BOUGHT FRIED CHICKY!! And ate 4 pieces when she got home as she watched "Whose Line is it Anyway", a grand old show. And then did basically nothing for the rest of the night. Oh, she did get her usual anxiety about calling a boy. Therefore she didn't and regretted it, yet she knew that she should be doing her homework anyway.
Oh man that was way too long. I really need to read now, especially now that my carpel tunnel is coming back. Ouch. There's the best damn story you ever read. And don't forget it.
The End.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Black and White
TGIF!
Ok, I always thought that was a pretty lame set of letters. Even if the meaning is true, it's kind of embarassing to go around shouting it. So I won't.
Oh, how I am so happy it's Friday. And I didn't even really do any school work this week, so I don't know why I am so relieved (sp?). I'm acting like I'll I've been doing is studying and writing and reading with my head burried in books and papers. When in all reality I studied for my logic test this week. And that's it. I was proud of myself, yet when I woke up the next day I felt a little less sure. And that feeling continued through the next hour until I actually got to logic when I realized that I wasn't ready in the least bit. I tried to calm myself down and relax, but as he started passing out the test I got worried.
So worried I forgot everything.
And that's test anxiety for you. And those are the common symptoms. That I have been struggling with for probably the past 5 years that I can remember. It really sucked, and I got my grade back today which sucked equally as bad. Just like all of the tests I have taken so far this year. If I were to say I had a confidence level of about 7 going into school, thanks to my classes and teachers it's been brought down to about a 1.2. Yeah, that bad. It's one of those things were you figure you should be crying, you should be upset, after all your mother would be very disappointed in you, but you can't force any true emotions out.
And for that I am a little worried. I am slowly coming out of apathy, but it's taken me more than a month, and this week was supposed to be the realization week that my grades are going to shit and I need to get going. I mean, I figured that these bad grades would scare me so I start doing things, but instead I went the completely opposite direction. I have started to care less. I mean I told my friend last night "Shit, I'm so far behind in my classes, there's no use to catching up now," Um no Jessica. That's what he should have said. But he probably doesn't know how truly bad my grades are.
So that's why I am SLOWLY coming out of apathy as I said. Because these tests are starting to worry me. But the one today touched a nerve. And I have a feeling this weekend I will come out of the fog a little. I need to. I desperately need to.
Aside from that depressing news everything else is going well. Everything else that I'm not coming up here for is really good actually. I am feeling much better about swimming and I'm feeling better in the water. Not extremely great, but I think I am finally starting to get into good shape. Or at least decent. And I have never felt better about all my friends. I feel like I have some now, which was something I yearned for at this time last year. It's not like I never had friends, but it was a big shock from senior year.
So today I have swim practice and then the volleyball game... I think and I have swim 200 straight laps tomorrow. I want to die. And then who knows. I have the whole weekend freeeeee! But I need to focus. And study. Yes. That's what I'll do...
Ok practice time. I'll be back.
Ok, I always thought that was a pretty lame set of letters. Even if the meaning is true, it's kind of embarassing to go around shouting it. So I won't.
Oh, how I am so happy it's Friday. And I didn't even really do any school work this week, so I don't know why I am so relieved (sp?). I'm acting like I'll I've been doing is studying and writing and reading with my head burried in books and papers. When in all reality I studied for my logic test this week. And that's it. I was proud of myself, yet when I woke up the next day I felt a little less sure. And that feeling continued through the next hour until I actually got to logic when I realized that I wasn't ready in the least bit. I tried to calm myself down and relax, but as he started passing out the test I got worried.
So worried I forgot everything.
And that's test anxiety for you. And those are the common symptoms. That I have been struggling with for probably the past 5 years that I can remember. It really sucked, and I got my grade back today which sucked equally as bad. Just like all of the tests I have taken so far this year. If I were to say I had a confidence level of about 7 going into school, thanks to my classes and teachers it's been brought down to about a 1.2. Yeah, that bad. It's one of those things were you figure you should be crying, you should be upset, after all your mother would be very disappointed in you, but you can't force any true emotions out.
And for that I am a little worried. I am slowly coming out of apathy, but it's taken me more than a month, and this week was supposed to be the realization week that my grades are going to shit and I need to get going. I mean, I figured that these bad grades would scare me so I start doing things, but instead I went the completely opposite direction. I have started to care less. I mean I told my friend last night "Shit, I'm so far behind in my classes, there's no use to catching up now," Um no Jessica. That's what he should have said. But he probably doesn't know how truly bad my grades are.
So that's why I am SLOWLY coming out of apathy as I said. Because these tests are starting to worry me. But the one today touched a nerve. And I have a feeling this weekend I will come out of the fog a little. I need to. I desperately need to.
Aside from that depressing news everything else is going well. Everything else that I'm not coming up here for is really good actually. I am feeling much better about swimming and I'm feeling better in the water. Not extremely great, but I think I am finally starting to get into good shape. Or at least decent. And I have never felt better about all my friends. I feel like I have some now, which was something I yearned for at this time last year. It's not like I never had friends, but it was a big shock from senior year.
So today I have swim practice and then the volleyball game... I think and I have swim 200 straight laps tomorrow. I want to die. And then who knows. I have the whole weekend freeeeee! But I need to focus. And study. Yes. That's what I'll do...
Ok practice time. I'll be back.
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