is my birthday. One year closer to legality! WOot.
I'm about to go to La Hacienda, the Mexican restaurant where they sing happy birthday to you in Spanish, shove a big sombrero on your head, and give you free sopapilla on your birthday.
I'm sooo excited.
9.19.2007
9.15.2007
ode to booger
12 years ago, when a baby was brought home from the hospital, I thought I was getting a sister. I was incredibly disappointed it was a boy, but obviously, I grew out of that. We've shared a few birthdays (after that first one was overshadowed by him), but we grew out of that too. Over the years he's changed from an adorable, blond, curly-headed child to a taller-than-me, foul-mouthed (aren't we all?), funny, sensitive little man. I love him so much (even though the majority of the time he bugs the bejeesus out of me) and I hurt when he's hurting (even if I'm the one who caused it).
This is for Booger. Happy Birthday, my buddy.
This is for Booger. Happy Birthday, my buddy.
9.12.2007
el dia
School: crap crap crap, sleep, more crap, blah-di-dah.
After school: prom committee. Actually fun. People actually care and the sponsors aren't berating you and making you feel stupid all the time. Nice.
Drive Gracie home. Had the option of wating at the long light or waiting for a train to pass. I said, "If I wait at the light, the train's going to end, and if I wait for the train, the light's going to change." I decided to wait for the train, and the second I turned, the train ended. I was like, woah ho high five.
Get home.
Roll up windows (ten minutes!)
Wash dishes.
Take shower.
Math homework.
English homework.
English homework.
English homework.
At 11:30, I finished. Then I tried to go to sleep, which didn't work. You're thinking, that's not a whole lot of time to fall asleep. Well, it is for me. So I watched some recorded Top Chef. Lame. Then I decided to get online. And I'm still wide awake.
Ugh.
After school: prom committee. Actually fun. People actually care and the sponsors aren't berating you and making you feel stupid all the time. Nice.
Drive Gracie home. Had the option of wating at the long light or waiting for a train to pass. I said, "If I wait at the light, the train's going to end, and if I wait for the train, the light's going to change." I decided to wait for the train, and the second I turned, the train ended. I was like, woah ho high five.
Get home.
Roll up windows (ten minutes!)
Wash dishes.
Take shower.
Math homework.
English homework.
English homework.
English homework.
At 11:30, I finished. Then I tried to go to sleep, which didn't work. You're thinking, that's not a whole lot of time to fall asleep. Well, it is for me. So I watched some recorded Top Chef. Lame. Then I decided to get online. And I'm still wide awake.
Ugh.
9.09.2007
le party
Okay, so as I see it, I pretty much have two options for my birthday party, since we're kind of strapped for cash this year.
1) We could have a big cook-out at Clark Park. Friends and family could come, my ridiculous friends could provide hours of entertainment by trying to play on the kiddie toys. Maybe I can convince some of them to bring their instruments or whatever and jam out. No worries about my house being crashed, can blame the lack of entertainment on the fact that it's at a community park. Downside: Money. In addition to paying for the food, we'd have to rent the pavillion for however much that is. Ew.
2) We could have a big cook-out at my house. We have a freaking enormous yard, and there would be no problems with everyone fitting or anything. My friends could still bring instruments or whatever. Plenty of room for soccer or baseball or what have you. Could even invite the neighbors. Downside: I'd have to clean up the yard all that week, and the house. Chance's friends might show up. There's really not much to do at my house, since I'm not particularly imaginative (but then again, I guess there's not much to do at the park).
I am conflicted. I have no idea what would be better. Opinions?
1) We could have a big cook-out at Clark Park. Friends and family could come, my ridiculous friends could provide hours of entertainment by trying to play on the kiddie toys. Maybe I can convince some of them to bring their instruments or whatever and jam out. No worries about my house being crashed, can blame the lack of entertainment on the fact that it's at a community park. Downside: Money. In addition to paying for the food, we'd have to rent the pavillion for however much that is. Ew.
2) We could have a big cook-out at my house. We have a freaking enormous yard, and there would be no problems with everyone fitting or anything. My friends could still bring instruments or whatever. Plenty of room for soccer or baseball or what have you. Could even invite the neighbors. Downside: I'd have to clean up the yard all that week, and the house. Chance's friends might show up. There's really not much to do at my house, since I'm not particularly imaginative (but then again, I guess there's not much to do at the park).
I am conflicted. I have no idea what would be better. Opinions?
9.06.2007
troubled water
I really hate the society we live in. There is soo much wrong with it. The school system, and the archaic belief that if you really want to learn and be in college, then you must want to be a leader in the student council or help people in the Beta club. Not just because you actually enjoy learning.
Or how a 12 year old kid can tell a woman as old as his mother to "suck his dick." Or threaten to pull a gun on someone else just for looking at them the wrong way. Graffiti over a traffic sign.
Or how the mother of the threatened makes it out of control, and goes ballistic.
I just despise it, and I'm close to swearing off children.
Or how a 12 year old kid can tell a woman as old as his mother to "suck his dick." Or threaten to pull a gun on someone else just for looking at them the wrong way. Graffiti over a traffic sign.
Or how the mother of the threatened makes it out of control, and goes ballistic.
I just despise it, and I'm close to swearing off children.
9.01.2007
simon and garfunkel
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
he
When he's feeling particularly stressed, or when he thinks about things too much, he reverts. Not entirely, of course. He reverts back to his pre-teen years.
He wants to play Neopets.
He wants to lock the door to his bedroom.
He wants people to be surprised that it's locked, but no one ever tries it out.
He cries, even when he doesn't mean to.
He wants to snort in derision everytime someone makes a comment.
He sends subtle signals of distress, but he is ashamed when finally, finally, they're heard.
He wants to go through all of this because he knows that eventually, he overcame it. Only it came back. And he thinks this is the only way, to be shamed into taking the world off of his shoulders.
But it's not true at all. You move on, no matter how hard it is. Situations change, and because of that, reactions change. Even though he is scared he can't make it through, he will. Because he's done it before. And this time, he can do it on his own.
(Happy September!)
He wants to play Neopets.
He wants to lock the door to his bedroom.
He wants people to be surprised that it's locked, but no one ever tries it out.
He cries, even when he doesn't mean to.
He wants to snort in derision everytime someone makes a comment.
He sends subtle signals of distress, but he is ashamed when finally, finally, they're heard.
He wants to go through all of this because he knows that eventually, he overcame it. Only it came back. And he thinks this is the only way, to be shamed into taking the world off of his shoulders.
But it's not true at all. You move on, no matter how hard it is. Situations change, and because of that, reactions change. Even though he is scared he can't make it through, he will. Because he's done it before. And this time, he can do it on his own.
(Happy September!)
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