a tale of treadmills and rats

something very disturbing happened today.
as i approached the gym in my tiny car with the radio successfully functioning (it hadn't rained heavily for the past 20 minutes), i spotted an eerily familiar car. a camry with a black bike rack on the back.

any guesses?

yes. none other than mr. lee was in the gym when i entered. i was deeply disturbed and successfully pretended that i didn't see him until he left, when he smiled smugly and waved.

terrifying experience. hopefully he goes at the same time every day so that i can figure out how best to avoid him.

not even gold's gym is sacred now. first it was just mr. bullifin. hyatt gym was never sacred, since mr. linkenhelt is always there after school. *shivers*

what to do?

there was quite an earthquake today. you should've heard ms. mili sceaming at the top of her lungs, "get under your desks!!! do you know how people die in earthquakes??? things don't fall on them, they're running around like rats and they do stupid things!!!!" i thought she was gonna have an aneurysm. no one died. thankfully. we did do a darn good scared-rat imitation, though. :P

i know i should be writing at least one of the two essays that mr. lee assigned us. i know that i should be doing something productive, especially since if he saw me blogging in his class he would promptly behead me. i know i should be following melissa's example and actually working.

alas, i am far too lazy.

youth conference was a blast! especially with melissa there. the humble bumblebees were never so entertaining. :P it was fun to have tori, too, even though when i tried to tell her she got defensive *cough cough*. understandably, though. even the dance was fun. :O haha

i procrastinated so badly this weekend that i didn't actually begin writing my other essay for mr. lee until 1am yesterday morning. thanks to that bit of ingenious foresight, my eyes were so tired this morning that i couldn't get my contacts in and am wearing glasses today. fascinating, huh? lol.

we have art today. i love ms. nancy. she could pull art out of a turtle and make it look like picasso. thiis doesn't keep me from totally sucking at her class, though. even the fact that i'm doing an interpretation of a portrait of adam brody for my latest composition doesn't keep me from sucking. you know it's bad when even adam can't help you. :P

the world according to ________.

melissa was totally funny yesterday. her college advice for me?

"you totally have to go to yale. then you'll be closer to me."

my response?

"like, duh."

it makes perfect sense! now it's just that tiny problem of getting in. and paying for it. that's important too.

SAT scores tomorrow. ACT saturday. Subject tests in december. does it ever end?? :'(

man...mr lee really went overboard with the homework tonight. he was probably just ticked off that no one was participating yesterday. i wonder who's fault that was...:O

why should i explicate poetry? what's the point, anyway? if they have something to say, why don't they just SAY it? i just don't see the point of all this mindless round-about language when they're really just trying to say,
"dang, she's hott. i wonder if she'd go out with me."

look what i found on my hard drive!

we were so cute...especially taylor and melissa with their braces ;)

the stress is gone....!

hooray. no more play. no more mr. easton. at least not until tomorrow. when there are auditions for "scrooged". which i need to decide whether or not i'm trying out for. either way, i'm going to the auditions, since i have to chaperone mr. tessen to make sure he tries out. mr. easton says he'd be perfect :D:D

but yes. the stress is gone. i have spent more time in the very cramped backstage area of charley's than i ever wanted to spend, i have gotten to know some very interesting people a little better than i had ever perhaps desired, and i have determined, without a doubt, the exact sexual orientation of a few select persons.

it's a relief. i supposed i'll miss it. just not tonight.

SAT scores come out on thursday. yikes!!

ACT is on saturday. so is youth conference. which i am wearing shorts to. hehe.

caroline is definitely hanging out with taylor this week, since she didn't see her for a whole week last week and missed her like...a LOT.

;)

have you seen "blood diamond"?

no?

well. i lack taylor's enviable tact, so i will tell you frankly: watch it. there's an eye-opener if there ever was one.

i think i've figured it out. it took me a little while and a whole lot of self-centeredness, but i think it's a little more ironed-out than it was before. i think i definitely will be a journalist. it seems like the only way to get things done, since i'm too cynical and don't have the patience for politics. journalism seems like it would cater a little more to an attitude of impatience.

i dunno, though. we're 17. what do we know about life? all we know is what we see in the movies. and face it: everything's prettier in the perfect light and when captured at the perfect angle with the right lens. everything's a little more clean-cut when accompanied with razor-sharp dialogue and beautiful actors to romanticize everything. it's like reading poetry about something like a suicide. you don't usually read poetry about something like that, right? but it's the only way you'll ever find a connection to it, since you obviously haven't experienced it yourself.


so what're we supposed to do? should we be ashamed that the only experience we have is through the movie screen? are we supposed to just take what we can get where we can get it and run with it? do we question our sources or just overwhelm them with gratitude?

do we question what our parents teach us nearly enough?