So party time last night? Yeah, pretty sweet. Most of you were there, but I'll throw some highlights out there for you:
~any english person's attempt to speak spanish
~parker
~the groping game
~the search party sent out after me
~the two times I ran away from my own party
~the pow-wow on the side of the road
~me jumping on the hood of not Joe's car
~dancing like loons
~pillow fights
~the spanish sandwhich game
All in all, it was an interesting way to experience culture. I haven't checked the basement yet for abandoned things, but I will, let me know if you're missing stuff.
Anyway, I just woke up and I feel pretty bad, the West Side Market and Cat's volunteer thing just got wasted. And now I have a game in two hours that I don't want to go to, because I'm not going to play anyway.
Anyway though, rave tonight, and hopefully that will be fun.
So Carmina leaves in exactly one week. It'll be nice to have some free time, but I feel liek I was a really lousy host the whole time, because I barely saw her. I've been an only child for too long, I'm too used to having the house and my time to myself.
There's really nothign to write, is there? Oh, fuck I'm so tired.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Four
Ahhh lala. I jsut finished doing the dishes. Aparentally after my inspiration yesterday, it's now my official job? Which is rediculous, because it's not like they actually witnessed me do them, so for all they know, the dishes cleaned themsleves, or I hired someone, or I threatened Carmina. Which is not true, because dishes are inanimate objects, no matter what fantasia tries to tell us, and I odn't have the money to hire someone, and I wouldn't threaten Carmina as she's our guest- not that I could even find her to threaten her.
It just rained for literally like fifteen seconds. That's it. Now it's done.
Anyway. I use that word way too often as a transition. Oh, well. Anyway (teehee) today was not that great. School was long and tedious, and it felt like it should be Friday all day. But I did give two good Lost recaps to Spi and Chels, who both missed it (I'm so disappointed in them). Also we had a debate in History about who Cleveland is fighting for the wild card with. I thought Oakland was behind them, Shannon thought the Yankees, Kelsey said Boston. I guess it used to be Oakland, but now it's the red sox. Okay I feel less dumb. I'm kind of out of the baseball loop- it's been years since the Indians were good enough to watch. Also we had a discussion in World Lit about how much more useful it would be if we took a home ec class rather than a real ec class. I mean, yes, we sort of learned useful tools in Econ, but at the end of the day, which is more useful- profit marginilization or knowing how to keep yourself alive with a needle, a thread, and some yeast? Okay, bad example. I mean, sure Econ is nice and all- but I just think learning to keep house could be more valuable and less anti-women's-lib than people think. Basically I love to cook, and I know how to sew, and I actually secretly enjoy cleaning kitchens and bathrooms (I can't stand organizational cleaning, like my room, but I love scrubbing stuff until it's shiny) (you know like if my room was already orgnaized, I'd be fine- vacuuming is cool, cleaning the furnature is cool, but I'm so not looking forward to putting those beads away that I've spilt) Anyway. What was I talking about?
So I feel really badly because tomorrow I have a bunch of people coming over, and amongst them is a poor little freshman. With a bunch of seniors. And we're not bad seniors, it's not like we'll be having our orgy while smoking pot and drinking from our keg. But still, think of when yoiu were a Froshie- chances are hanging out with a bunch of seniors you didn't know wasn't that appealing to you.
I'm sitting here in my P.J.'s feeling generally under-the-weather and losing my voice (freaking laryngitis, probably) and lazy. I sucked at soccer today, which only kind of depressed me, because the amount of care is dwindling. We're talking like less than -1.7ish standard deviations right now. If you're in the hell we call Stats, you'd appreciate that. Well, you actually won't at all, but you will understand it.
Tomorrow should be fun, I hope, but I can't even talk so maybe not. At least maybe everyone else can have a good time. And of course Saturday is Rave 2.0, and Sunday is Cedar Point, maybe, no one's really sure at this point. So party it up all weekend, mi hearties!
I guess that's all to report tonight.
It just rained for literally like fifteen seconds. That's it. Now it's done.
Anyway. I use that word way too often as a transition. Oh, well. Anyway (teehee) today was not that great. School was long and tedious, and it felt like it should be Friday all day. But I did give two good Lost recaps to Spi and Chels, who both missed it (I'm so disappointed in them). Also we had a debate in History about who Cleveland is fighting for the wild card with. I thought Oakland was behind them, Shannon thought the Yankees, Kelsey said Boston. I guess it used to be Oakland, but now it's the red sox. Okay I feel less dumb. I'm kind of out of the baseball loop- it's been years since the Indians were good enough to watch. Also we had a discussion in World Lit about how much more useful it would be if we took a home ec class rather than a real ec class. I mean, yes, we sort of learned useful tools in Econ, but at the end of the day, which is more useful- profit marginilization or knowing how to keep yourself alive with a needle, a thread, and some yeast? Okay, bad example. I mean, sure Econ is nice and all- but I just think learning to keep house could be more valuable and less anti-women's-lib than people think. Basically I love to cook, and I know how to sew, and I actually secretly enjoy cleaning kitchens and bathrooms (I can't stand organizational cleaning, like my room, but I love scrubbing stuff until it's shiny) (you know like if my room was already orgnaized, I'd be fine- vacuuming is cool, cleaning the furnature is cool, but I'm so not looking forward to putting those beads away that I've spilt) Anyway. What was I talking about?
So I feel really badly because tomorrow I have a bunch of people coming over, and amongst them is a poor little freshman. With a bunch of seniors. And we're not bad seniors, it's not like we'll be having our orgy while smoking pot and drinking from our keg. But still, think of when yoiu were a Froshie- chances are hanging out with a bunch of seniors you didn't know wasn't that appealing to you.
I'm sitting here in my P.J.'s feeling generally under-the-weather and losing my voice (freaking laryngitis, probably) and lazy. I sucked at soccer today, which only kind of depressed me, because the amount of care is dwindling. We're talking like less than -1.7ish standard deviations right now. If you're in the hell we call Stats, you'd appreciate that. Well, you actually won't at all, but you will understand it.
Tomorrow should be fun, I hope, but I can't even talk so maybe not. At least maybe everyone else can have a good time. And of course Saturday is Rave 2.0, and Sunday is Cedar Point, maybe, no one's really sure at this point. So party it up all weekend, mi hearties!
I guess that's all to report tonight.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
But No One Really Likes it Anyway
PAX TV= Early Edition. Oh, how I love the memories of the olden days.
Today was sort of useless, as many Wednesdays are. However, unlike Wednesdays past, there was the wonder of Lost to allieviate the tedium. Actually, I wasn't bored at all. Tonight was one of those nights when you are just completely motivated. My particular motivation was in the form of movement and desire to be outdoors. (Not like the times when one is motivated to actually do homework or colour a picture or whatnot) So I cleaned the entire kitchen, I swiffered it and everything, and then I swept the porch, and then I still had energy to kill, so I went on a ten-minute jog through the neighbourhood... make that sprint. Okay sprint is an exageration... but I would put it one notch above Hannah's jog speed. Anyway, after that there was a two-hour Lost episode, and now I'm here, watching Early Edition, and talking to people online.
Yesterday was a nice change in pace. No soccer. So I hit up Starbucks for the first time in ages. Then we got home, and I talked online with various people, which all basically culminated in Kristen ocming over and bawling for half-an-hour. But things like that happen. It's the natural course of things.
I love being the eyes and ears of other people.
Anyway, I am tired, but content. I was awesome enough to read about 100 pages of the Oddessy today, so I figure that's enough work for one night... and let's not talk about my huge vocab test tomorrow for spanish... I don't like thinking about it.
How about Jon Steward makes my night? Almost as much as Mrs. Visgak makes my days.
GAWD. It's impossible to write good bloge posts when you're talking to important people.
See you guys friday.
P.s. I'm not going to prom. Why? Because my mom is.
Today was sort of useless, as many Wednesdays are. However, unlike Wednesdays past, there was the wonder of Lost to allieviate the tedium. Actually, I wasn't bored at all. Tonight was one of those nights when you are just completely motivated. My particular motivation was in the form of movement and desire to be outdoors. (Not like the times when one is motivated to actually do homework or colour a picture or whatnot) So I cleaned the entire kitchen, I swiffered it and everything, and then I swept the porch, and then I still had energy to kill, so I went on a ten-minute jog through the neighbourhood... make that sprint. Okay sprint is an exageration... but I would put it one notch above Hannah's jog speed. Anyway, after that there was a two-hour Lost episode, and now I'm here, watching Early Edition, and talking to people online.
Yesterday was a nice change in pace. No soccer. So I hit up Starbucks for the first time in ages. Then we got home, and I talked online with various people, which all basically culminated in Kristen ocming over and bawling for half-an-hour. But things like that happen. It's the natural course of things.
I love being the eyes and ears of other people.
Anyway, I am tired, but content. I was awesome enough to read about 100 pages of the Oddessy today, so I figure that's enough work for one night... and let's not talk about my huge vocab test tomorrow for spanish... I don't like thinking about it.
How about Jon Steward makes my night? Almost as much as Mrs. Visgak makes my days.
GAWD. It's impossible to write good bloge posts when you're talking to important people.
See you guys friday.
P.s. I'm not going to prom. Why? Because my mom is.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Song for a Friend
Well today was, in a word... different.
I feel a lot older right now. Which is intersting, because I'm not old at all- I'm young, nothing more than a silly little teenager, ignorant and naive, waiting for life to begin.
It's funny. Things are constantly changing. Tastes and prefeances, favourites, situations, feelings, friendships. Sometimes you notice, but I don't think we usually notice chage- the gradual ones, like going from excited to bored, like changing from being a rap fan to loving alternative rock- the type of changes that mean very little in the grand sceme of things.
But every once in a while, rapid change occurs. Something that deeply affects those around us, and consequently us. Like when best friends break up. It's sad. But change happens. The problem is being on both sides of an argument. Seeing the point that both people are making. It's hard when they're your best friends, and you love them both, and don't want to see either of them in pain, but you know no matter the outcome, someone will be hurting or unsatisfied. What can you do in these situations? I suppose usually this is the type of thing I'd like to make better- fix it Stef, fix it, that's what I'm for, the purpose I give myself. Live my life vicariously through others. Fix their problems, see everybody happy.
It's a noble idea, yes. But it's impossible. We just don't live in a world where everyone can be happy. And in all this time of preferring to make others happy, what have I ever done for myself? Not that selfishness is good, but we all havethe right to pursue happiness, right? Well, maybe we don't, I haven't gotten around to actually doing that Declaration homework... but yeah, what I'm saying is that we have to let go. Of others and of ourselves. Lose the drama, right? Granted, as nice of a thought that is, it's not very likely in many cases- like in an all girls catholic school. But we ought ot try.
Which is why I feel older. I'm finally putting into action what I already know- to let things go. That we can't fix everything, because everything's not meant to be changed. That doesn't mean I don't care, which I know is a difficult concept for some people to understand. I do care, I care for my friends, and that's why I don't want anything to do with it. I'm here for them if they need to talk, I'm here to comfort them, but it happened, and the actual situation per se is none of my business. Let it go, things will evolve as they will.
The whole feeling of growing up was supplimented by the reminder that we never let go of the past, and in a way we can never change who we are at the deepest level. I read a conversation from MArchish of freshman year. I was young and immature (like I often am still) but the humour was the same, the wording and conversations- I guess I'll always be me. I'm not a very changing person, am I? A static character, I reckon.
So anyway, in light of this growing up, I guess I really am going to make an effort not to care about the drama and just go out and have a good time. Instead of acting based on the idea that I don't want to cause drama, I'm going to do whatever the hell I want and if people don't like it, whatever, I'm not going to be involved with the drama. I mean, I am not the type of person to become reckless or anything, and I'm not going to do anything stupid to actually hurt someone else, but neither will I just sit by and let life go it's course. Im going to jump in that river and take a swim.
I feel a lot older right now. Which is intersting, because I'm not old at all- I'm young, nothing more than a silly little teenager, ignorant and naive, waiting for life to begin.
It's funny. Things are constantly changing. Tastes and prefeances, favourites, situations, feelings, friendships. Sometimes you notice, but I don't think we usually notice chage- the gradual ones, like going from excited to bored, like changing from being a rap fan to loving alternative rock- the type of changes that mean very little in the grand sceme of things.
But every once in a while, rapid change occurs. Something that deeply affects those around us, and consequently us. Like when best friends break up. It's sad. But change happens. The problem is being on both sides of an argument. Seeing the point that both people are making. It's hard when they're your best friends, and you love them both, and don't want to see either of them in pain, but you know no matter the outcome, someone will be hurting or unsatisfied. What can you do in these situations? I suppose usually this is the type of thing I'd like to make better- fix it Stef, fix it, that's what I'm for, the purpose I give myself. Live my life vicariously through others. Fix their problems, see everybody happy.
It's a noble idea, yes. But it's impossible. We just don't live in a world where everyone can be happy. And in all this time of preferring to make others happy, what have I ever done for myself? Not that selfishness is good, but we all havethe right to pursue happiness, right? Well, maybe we don't, I haven't gotten around to actually doing that Declaration homework... but yeah, what I'm saying is that we have to let go. Of others and of ourselves. Lose the drama, right? Granted, as nice of a thought that is, it's not very likely in many cases- like in an all girls catholic school. But we ought ot try.
Which is why I feel older. I'm finally putting into action what I already know- to let things go. That we can't fix everything, because everything's not meant to be changed. That doesn't mean I don't care, which I know is a difficult concept for some people to understand. I do care, I care for my friends, and that's why I don't want anything to do with it. I'm here for them if they need to talk, I'm here to comfort them, but it happened, and the actual situation per se is none of my business. Let it go, things will evolve as they will.
The whole feeling of growing up was supplimented by the reminder that we never let go of the past, and in a way we can never change who we are at the deepest level. I read a conversation from MArchish of freshman year. I was young and immature (like I often am still) but the humour was the same, the wording and conversations- I guess I'll always be me. I'm not a very changing person, am I? A static character, I reckon.
So anyway, in light of this growing up, I guess I really am going to make an effort not to care about the drama and just go out and have a good time. Instead of acting based on the idea that I don't want to cause drama, I'm going to do whatever the hell I want and if people don't like it, whatever, I'm not going to be involved with the drama. I mean, I am not the type of person to become reckless or anything, and I'm not going to do anything stupid to actually hurt someone else, but neither will I just sit by and let life go it's course. Im going to jump in that river and take a swim.