Life Update 5.0
1. I DIDN'T FAIL MY MATH QUIZ THIS WEEK. WHICH MEANS... YES, 1% OF MY GRADE IS SAVED! Which is really, honestly, no big deal in the grand scheme of things I guess. But it makes me feel so much better. It's like taking a weight off my shoulders. Until next week at least.
2. One of the upper classmen at badminton asked me to play doubles with her randomly. And we challenged this other doubles team. And we won. And since there are so little girls doubles team (or like, girls in general at badminton, really) I think this means we're guaranteed a spot at some Berkeley badminton club v. Davis badminton club meeting.
And this makes me ridiculously happy not just because I can finally go out and play new people instead of hitting around with the same 4 freshman, but also because this takes me one giant step into the inner loop of badminton club. Because this way I can make a new friend, and meet all of her friends, and really get involved into the club. Since it is honestly so hard to get to know the pro people when all they do is hit with other pro people. And the really sucky people don't even show up regularly because they're still at the birdie-wacky-no-form-or-footwork stage.
It makes me feel like such a manipulative shoulder-rubbing freshman. But honestly. Badminton was so depressing and this made it like, a zillion times better. I almost don't feel bad about being so ridiculously happy about this.
3. I'm honestly honestly considering joining band-uh, even though it's WAY late right now, and everyone has already known each other and I'll probably be alone and friendless and awkward.
Sometimes when I'm biking around campus (especially at night to classes or badminton) I'll hear band-uh's dramatic music soaring across the field. And it sounds so pretty and makes me so nostalgic that I want to go "oh band-uh..." and run in and join them. This girl told me about Davis concert band. Not as hardcore as Davis Symphony orchestra, which is crazy-intense-pro. Davis concert band. 2 unit class. Not very hard to audition into because apparently they haven't turned anyone down.
I miss clarinet. I was horrible at it. But I miss it. I miss making music, even if it was a far cry from amazing, because it was the trying that made it worth it. Even if I haven't touched my clarinet for more than two days in a row since like, school ended in June. I miss it, and I'm wondering if I should join either band-uh/concert band.
I already have badminton. And DRD (dragonboat). And I'm taking more like, one more class next quarter than I am this quarter. I don't know if I have time for it.
Maybe I just can't have everything.
4. I'm sick. Called mom. Mom is freaking. Am freaking about Mom freaking. Yuck.
5. I think the more I talk about something, the more I can pretend it's real. And the further away and more removed people are about a situation, the more easily I can rant to them. So what ends up happening is that I rant to people via aim (because they're so far away) about chivalrous kid a lot, and then I end up getting more obsessed. If I pretend to everyone else that he doesn't exist, maybe he'll really disappear in my brain too.
2. One of the upper classmen at badminton asked me to play doubles with her randomly. And we challenged this other doubles team. And we won. And since there are so little girls doubles team (or like, girls in general at badminton, really) I think this means we're guaranteed a spot at some Berkeley badminton club v. Davis badminton club meeting.
And this makes me ridiculously happy not just because I can finally go out and play new people instead of hitting around with the same 4 freshman, but also because this takes me one giant step into the inner loop of badminton club. Because this way I can make a new friend, and meet all of her friends, and really get involved into the club. Since it is honestly so hard to get to know the pro people when all they do is hit with other pro people. And the really sucky people don't even show up regularly because they're still at the birdie-wacky-no-form-or-footwork stage.
It makes me feel like such a manipulative shoulder-rubbing freshman. But honestly. Badminton was so depressing and this made it like, a zillion times better. I almost don't feel bad about being so ridiculously happy about this.
3. I'm honestly honestly considering joining band-uh, even though it's WAY late right now, and everyone has already known each other and I'll probably be alone and friendless and awkward.
Sometimes when I'm biking around campus (especially at night to classes or badminton) I'll hear band-uh's dramatic music soaring across the field. And it sounds so pretty and makes me so nostalgic that I want to go "oh band-uh..." and run in and join them. This girl told me about Davis concert band. Not as hardcore as Davis Symphony orchestra, which is crazy-intense-pro. Davis concert band. 2 unit class. Not very hard to audition into because apparently they haven't turned anyone down.
I miss clarinet. I was horrible at it. But I miss it. I miss making music, even if it was a far cry from amazing, because it was the trying that made it worth it. Even if I haven't touched my clarinet for more than two days in a row since like, school ended in June. I miss it, and I'm wondering if I should join either band-uh/concert band.
I already have badminton. And DRD (dragonboat). And I'm taking more like, one more class next quarter than I am this quarter. I don't know if I have time for it.
Maybe I just can't have everything.
4. I'm sick. Called mom. Mom is freaking. Am freaking about Mom freaking. Yuck.
5. I think the more I talk about something, the more I can pretend it's real. And the further away and more removed people are about a situation, the more easily I can rant to them. So what ends up happening is that I rant to people via aim (because they're so far away) about chivalrous kid a lot, and then I end up getting more obsessed. If I pretend to everyone else that he doesn't exist, maybe he'll really disappear in my brain too.