Indeed. I DO lead a double-life
So...tennis match was this afternoon. It wasn't a very lovely one, but hey. Emily and I won at doubles ( I had to leave early so was not singled-playing) 8-0. That was happy.
Then, I go home, change into "proper attire" for "invocation" and "award presentation" at the Children's trustfund big snooty-patooty dinner at "The Club." It was strange. Scott, my boss, is in mucho trouble (or else Kim is) for not telling me all of Birmingham's haunchos were going to be there and that the guy I was giving the award to had coal mines in B'ham. (think of group 4 project) Then, (add this) he also has some in Columbia (insert hegemony and South American history and Carlos Fuentes. Please don't have child labors, and be involved in crack deals...) and builds parks and schools (insert "Wonderful" in Wicked here). Then, apparently the guy I was sitting next to up at the big kahuna stage played for Bear Bryant and now had a children's ranch, etc. He was very kind (and TALL) and pulled out the chair for me, which threw me off a bit. Beth has got to learn how to not pull out her own chair. The other guy next to me was the president of the association.
The whole shin-dig was basically a lobbyist party with too much money on their hands, trying to benefit children in Birmingham by establishing boys and girls clubs and child abuse centers, etc.
FREAKIN HUGE rooms and many peoples and Beth up front= "Miss Kent, you were wonderful! I can't get over how poised you were!"(Huh? I almost fell out of my shoes and messed up presenting the award to the philanthropist who gave us $10,000, but hey..."Thank you.") Oh, the best one was, "It's such an honor to meet you!" (Whoa, lady. I'm 17, a high school student, poor, and no one. How do you know me and why are we honored about me?) Strange strange strange. Of course, it could be a bunch of bull crap politeness. But still, it DID make me think. Blah.
Grrr random stream of consciousness.
So, Beth is leaving no to work on her HOA Internal Assessment. Yay. *suicider!* bye.
English Oral tomorrow. AGH! Fate will condemn me to eliot or Yeats, and I will be forced to scream how Webber plagerized Eliot for Cats. Boo.
So, yeah. Poor Uncle Marty. I told my mom, and she wondered why arsens confused his house w/ a Baptist church. OUCH. But she said that after her first reaction of "shit!" 'Tis so sad. Wonder if George needs any Spiderman stuff...
Then, I go home, change into "proper attire" for "invocation" and "award presentation" at the Children's trustfund big snooty-patooty dinner at "The Club." It was strange. Scott, my boss, is in mucho trouble (or else Kim is) for not telling me all of Birmingham's haunchos were going to be there and that the guy I was giving the award to had coal mines in B'ham. (think of group 4 project) Then, (add this) he also has some in Columbia (insert hegemony and South American history and Carlos Fuentes. Please don't have child labors, and be involved in crack deals...) and builds parks and schools (insert "Wonderful" in Wicked here). Then, apparently the guy I was sitting next to up at the big kahuna stage played for Bear Bryant and now had a children's ranch, etc. He was very kind (and TALL) and pulled out the chair for me, which threw me off a bit. Beth has got to learn how to not pull out her own chair. The other guy next to me was the president of the association.
The whole shin-dig was basically a lobbyist party with too much money on their hands, trying to benefit children in Birmingham by establishing boys and girls clubs and child abuse centers, etc.
FREAKIN HUGE rooms and many peoples and Beth up front= "Miss Kent, you were wonderful! I can't get over how poised you were!"(Huh? I almost fell out of my shoes and messed up presenting the award to the philanthropist who gave us $10,000, but hey..."Thank you.") Oh, the best one was, "It's such an honor to meet you!" (Whoa, lady. I'm 17, a high school student, poor, and no one. How do you know me and why are we honored about me?) Strange strange strange. Of course, it could be a bunch of bull crap politeness. But still, it DID make me think. Blah.
Grrr random stream of consciousness.
So, Beth is leaving no to work on her HOA Internal Assessment. Yay. *suicider!* bye.
English Oral tomorrow. AGH! Fate will condemn me to eliot or Yeats, and I will be forced to scream how Webber plagerized Eliot for Cats. Boo.
So, yeah. Poor Uncle Marty. I told my mom, and she wondered why arsens confused his house w/ a Baptist church. OUCH. But she said that after her first reaction of "shit!" 'Tis so sad. Wonder if George needs any Spiderman stuff...