Friday, Fish night... Saturday...
OMG, do you remember that song? I do! (well I only remember the friday fish night verse).
Today was hectic. After Lucky and I valiantly defeated are Seekonk nemesises (and still our team lost! Mr. C informed me that I should never show my face again after losing to Seekonk), we returned to practice right after school today. I missed lunch and I forgot to bring a waterbottle so I was parched and ravenous, but oh well, se la vi. Next thing you know, Kaiser has me play against Lyndsey! I knew right from the start that her position as second singles was at stake here. If I won, she'd lose her well-fought-for position and her confidence as well. But I was defiant. After reading Shannon's book and defeating those horrid Seekonkians, I was pumped and nothing could stand in my way. LIke a solid brick wall, I faced my adversary through the sweltering heat of noon without a frosty drink to quench my never-ending thirst. In the beginning, I was winning 4-1. But, alas, I tired quickly without a drink at hand and she caught up to 4-4. Then, it was 5-5. The pressure on, I gritted my teeth and parried her every blow until I won by a slim margin, 7-5. Such an arduous match I have never set eyes on before. Kaiser approached us and brought us into the cooling shade. It was then that he informed me that I was taking Lyndsey's spot at 2nd singles. A part of me wanted to cry out with triumph; another part wanted to sob out with sadness. What have I done? I have destroyed the line-up of the team! Will they ever accept me for what I have done to one of their most liked players? I tremble at the thought.
After tennis, I hopped into the car, went home, took a precipitate shower, and then was driven over to Oral and Facial Surgeries, right across from Sherwood Golf Range. They took a panoramic x-ray of my teeth (it was so weird! these two blocks came down from the ceiling and circled my head!). Afterwards, I was lead into this tiny room and a surgeon examined my mouth. Guess what? On June 30th, I'm going to get my wisdom teeth out! Its costing us $2200! Holy cow! Good thing we have insurance, I mean, woah! So, this is what is going to happen. 10:30 am: I walk into the place with my mom. I sit down in the chair. The surgeon puts a mask on my face which will administer laughing gas. He will give me a shot which will contain a sedative. A nurse will regulate me to make sure that I don't wake up while he performs the operation. After I am in Lala Land, he gives me novocaine. Then, he goes to the gums in back of my mouth and delves into them, searching for my wisdom teeth. Apparently, they are hard to find and there will be a lot of blood (isn't that pleasant?). Finally, he will remove all four of my wisdom teeth and stitch my gums back together with dissolving stitches. I wake up 15 minutes later with my mouth full of bandages and gauze. The world will be topsy-turvy, I will feel woozy and totally happy and have this false feeling of courageousness. Apparently, when this happened to my mom, at this stage she turned to the doctor and asked him to marry her. I hope to the Lord that I won't do the same. I won't be able to walk and they will help me to the recovering room, where my mom will be. I wait until I feel a bit better and mom drives me home. Oh, did I mention that I probably will be starved because I'm not supposed to eat or drink for the 8 hours before my operation? When I get home, I will be numb and will have chipmunk cheeks for 3 days. I won't be able to eat a thing. For a week, I will feel woozy, numb, and sore. Doesn't it sound totally awesome??? I'm gonna be on drugs! Yay! Lol, jk.
After the visit, I raced home, ate a burger, and went to the play. Had a lot of fun with Meg and Kyle and Carly and we totally rocked even though there was only like 20 people in the audience. Plus, I got to take a good look at Holly (who some rumors say is going out with my brother, but Carly declares that the rumor is false, so idk). She seems nice, I guess. The cast had icecream cake and I walked around with Kyle's hat and tried to whip people with his whip, but unfortunately, I can't do it right. Also, Kyle and I went up to Mr. Director and told him that Kyle, Meg, and I should come out last to bow and we should have our own seperate line because we are the stars. He said no. Oh well...
Ugh, I feel like my head is being crushed by two oncoming bulldozers! Decisions, decisions, decisions. I wrote a poem about that... let's see if I can find it...
I feel overwhelmed
Squished between two freight trains
On the breaking point
About to be crushed
By the wave of power
And I feel as if I am not in control
That someone else is manning these
Monstrous freight trains
That I have no choice but to die
Not in the body, but in the heart
I am crushed because I feel helpless
Fate has made me helpless
I have made myself helpless
I don’t know what to do
Where to go…
If it will happen
I want it too
But it could be some kind of sick joke
And with my luck, it is
It is
It is
It is…
This is what the
Dark shadows say in my heart
As they swallow it whole
With their deceiving lies and banter
It could be some kind of sick joke
It might be some kind of sick joke
It is some kind of sick joke
And it is repeated and repeated
Until I believe it is true
And I cry because I am crushed
By these freight trains that keep on coming
That keep on pushing
Until I am no more.
Argh! Why must I be the way I am? What is wrong with me??? I feel like Howl from Howl's Moving Castle. I have given my most precious thing to a fire demon and I am fated to be this way because of it. Who will rescue what it is that I have given up and finally restore me to who I want to be? They have to first find out what it is before they can attempt this act...
Phoenix
Today was hectic. After Lucky and I valiantly defeated are Seekonk nemesises (and still our team lost! Mr. C informed me that I should never show my face again after losing to Seekonk), we returned to practice right after school today. I missed lunch and I forgot to bring a waterbottle so I was parched and ravenous, but oh well, se la vi. Next thing you know, Kaiser has me play against Lyndsey! I knew right from the start that her position as second singles was at stake here. If I won, she'd lose her well-fought-for position and her confidence as well. But I was defiant. After reading Shannon's book and defeating those horrid Seekonkians, I was pumped and nothing could stand in my way. LIke a solid brick wall, I faced my adversary through the sweltering heat of noon without a frosty drink to quench my never-ending thirst. In the beginning, I was winning 4-1. But, alas, I tired quickly without a drink at hand and she caught up to 4-4. Then, it was 5-5. The pressure on, I gritted my teeth and parried her every blow until I won by a slim margin, 7-5. Such an arduous match I have never set eyes on before. Kaiser approached us and brought us into the cooling shade. It was then that he informed me that I was taking Lyndsey's spot at 2nd singles. A part of me wanted to cry out with triumph; another part wanted to sob out with sadness. What have I done? I have destroyed the line-up of the team! Will they ever accept me for what I have done to one of their most liked players? I tremble at the thought.
After tennis, I hopped into the car, went home, took a precipitate shower, and then was driven over to Oral and Facial Surgeries, right across from Sherwood Golf Range. They took a panoramic x-ray of my teeth (it was so weird! these two blocks came down from the ceiling and circled my head!). Afterwards, I was lead into this tiny room and a surgeon examined my mouth. Guess what? On June 30th, I'm going to get my wisdom teeth out! Its costing us $2200! Holy cow! Good thing we have insurance, I mean, woah! So, this is what is going to happen. 10:30 am: I walk into the place with my mom. I sit down in the chair. The surgeon puts a mask on my face which will administer laughing gas. He will give me a shot which will contain a sedative. A nurse will regulate me to make sure that I don't wake up while he performs the operation. After I am in Lala Land, he gives me novocaine. Then, he goes to the gums in back of my mouth and delves into them, searching for my wisdom teeth. Apparently, they are hard to find and there will be a lot of blood (isn't that pleasant?). Finally, he will remove all four of my wisdom teeth and stitch my gums back together with dissolving stitches. I wake up 15 minutes later with my mouth full of bandages and gauze. The world will be topsy-turvy, I will feel woozy and totally happy and have this false feeling of courageousness. Apparently, when this happened to my mom, at this stage she turned to the doctor and asked him to marry her. I hope to the Lord that I won't do the same. I won't be able to walk and they will help me to the recovering room, where my mom will be. I wait until I feel a bit better and mom drives me home. Oh, did I mention that I probably will be starved because I'm not supposed to eat or drink for the 8 hours before my operation? When I get home, I will be numb and will have chipmunk cheeks for 3 days. I won't be able to eat a thing. For a week, I will feel woozy, numb, and sore. Doesn't it sound totally awesome??? I'm gonna be on drugs! Yay! Lol, jk.
After the visit, I raced home, ate a burger, and went to the play. Had a lot of fun with Meg and Kyle and Carly and we totally rocked even though there was only like 20 people in the audience. Plus, I got to take a good look at Holly (who some rumors say is going out with my brother, but Carly declares that the rumor is false, so idk). She seems nice, I guess. The cast had icecream cake and I walked around with Kyle's hat and tried to whip people with his whip, but unfortunately, I can't do it right. Also, Kyle and I went up to Mr. Director and told him that Kyle, Meg, and I should come out last to bow and we should have our own seperate line because we are the stars. He said no. Oh well...
Ugh, I feel like my head is being crushed by two oncoming bulldozers! Decisions, decisions, decisions. I wrote a poem about that... let's see if I can find it...
I feel overwhelmed
Squished between two freight trains
On the breaking point
About to be crushed
By the wave of power
And I feel as if I am not in control
That someone else is manning these
Monstrous freight trains
That I have no choice but to die
Not in the body, but in the heart
I am crushed because I feel helpless
Fate has made me helpless
I have made myself helpless
I don’t know what to do
Where to go…
If it will happen
I want it too
But it could be some kind of sick joke
And with my luck, it is
It is
It is
It is…
This is what the
Dark shadows say in my heart
As they swallow it whole
With their deceiving lies and banter
It could be some kind of sick joke
It might be some kind of sick joke
It is some kind of sick joke
And it is repeated and repeated
Until I believe it is true
And I cry because I am crushed
By these freight trains that keep on coming
That keep on pushing
Until I am no more.
Argh! Why must I be the way I am? What is wrong with me??? I feel like Howl from Howl's Moving Castle. I have given my most precious thing to a fire demon and I am fated to be this way because of it. Who will rescue what it is that I have given up and finally restore me to who I want to be? They have to first find out what it is before they can attempt this act...
Phoenix