on summer nights there's something in the air. on summer nights living like i dont care
wow its ten and i still have 6 or 7 pages to write. its gonna be one of thoooooose nights.
you'd think after 12 years of school i'd have learned to manage my time. but no.
thank you to everyone who helped to make an otherwise dismal weekend very enjoyable. i loved the cake and the cards and the presents and i love all of you
quick recap of the events leading up to the big day:
thursday: kelly (and mr d's son) give me what i think will be the best birthday present i have ever recieved and i almost cry in drama. kinda funny cuz i never cry. seriously the last time was when friends ended....though it wasn't ENTIRELY about friends ending.....tho part of it was.....hahaha anyways then max teaches mr d's son to say "fornication" and we have a good laugh
friday: leave school at 130 with jay and we play guitar and talk about life. then he goes to work and i go up to the park and play barefoot soccer with my freshman homies, though some weren't there which makes me sad. one person who was there was katie wah however, and we are now tight.....actually she commented on my cleats and then we played soccer for like 5 mins....but still we're tight. then i went home and wondered where everyone was and whether or not britt and i were still chilling. her away message has been "baking a cake" all day so i'm not really sure. i figure its probably for me but i don't want to leap to conclusions. then she calls and i go up and sara and brian and i hide in the grass because we are wicked cool. then the cake and the failed underdog and then to josh's to say goodbye to goat then back to robbins then to my house where everyone was scared of my dad. then bed
saturday: i wake up at friggin 630 ugh. so we go to the bus stop in newton and get on the bus and im cold and hungry and regretting everything. then we get under way and watch space balls and i cheer up a bit. then we watch some soccer and drive through manhattan and new jersey and then we get to the stadium (giants stadium). now i'm no longer cold but i'm stiff and still hungry. so we stretch out outside where it is absolutely gorgeous and start the tail gait. 8 courses and 3.5 hours later we get ready to go in. i'm no longer stiff or hungry. so we march in chanting insultin things about the other teams players moms and whatnot. theres maybe 70 of us versus a couple thousand of them. tee hee. so we go to our seats and continue the obnoxious chanting. the game starts and we score in like 5 mins (awesome) and dad and i get on national tv. i still have the tape if u want to see, its like 2 seconds long but its like a close up of me and dad. anyway we tie the game 2-2 in the last 3 mins of the game which is a pretty good result on the road. we leave the building escorted by security because we're still chanting. my favorite chant of the day:
we're all dressed in blue
we're all dressed in white
we're the revolution
we're fucking dynomite
you're all dressed in red
you're all dressed in black
you're the fucking metrostars
you take it in the back
not very pc...but still amusing and immature
so then the long long long long busride home listening to some of the stupidest people on the planet discussing the finer points of parenting and ending with some old guy beating his son with his cane. sigh, i come home and decide i'm not up to chilling with the bagly people so i go to bed.
sunday: i get up and eat breakfast and open a couple presents and then everyone leaves for cory's recital and i play guitar. i am the man. like legit i fucking rule. i figured out how to play what about everything on the guitar and the piano (like both parts individually) so i need like michela or someone with a keyboard who knows the song and we'll jam. anyways soccer got cancelled and so i started working and i've written like a page since 4.
i'm going to be up wicked late and casey's not bringing me coffee (not that i drink it anyway) so its going to be a long night. people keep asking me if i'm sad cause highschools almost over. and its nights like these that make me say "fuck no i can't wait to get out of here" actually i'm not really going to miss highschool except that it was mostly pretty easy and life's about to get harder. mostly i'll miss the people but i'm going to see all of you all summer so i won't really get sad till august
on summer nights i can breathe
on summer nights i can forget that i'm about to leave
catch ya later
you'd think after 12 years of school i'd have learned to manage my time. but no.
thank you to everyone who helped to make an otherwise dismal weekend very enjoyable. i loved the cake and the cards and the presents and i love all of you
quick recap of the events leading up to the big day:
thursday: kelly (and mr d's son) give me what i think will be the best birthday present i have ever recieved and i almost cry in drama. kinda funny cuz i never cry. seriously the last time was when friends ended....though it wasn't ENTIRELY about friends ending.....tho part of it was.....hahaha anyways then max teaches mr d's son to say "fornication" and we have a good laugh
friday: leave school at 130 with jay and we play guitar and talk about life. then he goes to work and i go up to the park and play barefoot soccer with my freshman homies, though some weren't there which makes me sad. one person who was there was katie wah however, and we are now tight.....actually she commented on my cleats and then we played soccer for like 5 mins....but still we're tight. then i went home and wondered where everyone was and whether or not britt and i were still chilling. her away message has been "baking a cake" all day so i'm not really sure. i figure its probably for me but i don't want to leap to conclusions. then she calls and i go up and sara and brian and i hide in the grass because we are wicked cool. then the cake and the failed underdog and then to josh's to say goodbye to goat then back to robbins then to my house where everyone was scared of my dad. then bed
saturday: i wake up at friggin 630 ugh. so we go to the bus stop in newton and get on the bus and im cold and hungry and regretting everything. then we get under way and watch space balls and i cheer up a bit. then we watch some soccer and drive through manhattan and new jersey and then we get to the stadium (giants stadium). now i'm no longer cold but i'm stiff and still hungry. so we stretch out outside where it is absolutely gorgeous and start the tail gait. 8 courses and 3.5 hours later we get ready to go in. i'm no longer stiff or hungry. so we march in chanting insultin things about the other teams players moms and whatnot. theres maybe 70 of us versus a couple thousand of them. tee hee. so we go to our seats and continue the obnoxious chanting. the game starts and we score in like 5 mins (awesome) and dad and i get on national tv. i still have the tape if u want to see, its like 2 seconds long but its like a close up of me and dad. anyway we tie the game 2-2 in the last 3 mins of the game which is a pretty good result on the road. we leave the building escorted by security because we're still chanting. my favorite chant of the day:
we're all dressed in blue
we're all dressed in white
we're the revolution
we're fucking dynomite
you're all dressed in red
you're all dressed in black
you're the fucking metrostars
you take it in the back
not very pc...but still amusing and immature
so then the long long long long busride home listening to some of the stupidest people on the planet discussing the finer points of parenting and ending with some old guy beating his son with his cane. sigh, i come home and decide i'm not up to chilling with the bagly people so i go to bed.
sunday: i get up and eat breakfast and open a couple presents and then everyone leaves for cory's recital and i play guitar. i am the man. like legit i fucking rule. i figured out how to play what about everything on the guitar and the piano (like both parts individually) so i need like michela or someone with a keyboard who knows the song and we'll jam. anyways soccer got cancelled and so i started working and i've written like a page since 4.
i'm going to be up wicked late and casey's not bringing me coffee (not that i drink it anyway) so its going to be a long night. people keep asking me if i'm sad cause highschools almost over. and its nights like these that make me say "fuck no i can't wait to get out of here" actually i'm not really going to miss highschool except that it was mostly pretty easy and life's about to get harder. mostly i'll miss the people but i'm going to see all of you all summer so i won't really get sad till august
on summer nights i can breathe
on summer nights i can forget that i'm about to leave
catch ya later