The weather outside is frightful...
So yeah. It's been a while. This is a random (and LONG) update.
I don't think I could possibly recall all that has happened, but...Yeah. I'll do my best.
So anyway, last weekend was All States. But it's over and I'm happy :). However, while at the castle-esque North Haven High School, Eric finally associated Bowers with North Haven. It kind of made me chuckle, because she's openly associated with them and after some of her little stories, yeah. She's gone up cool points. Maybe she can't direct, or fence, or coach. But she's really cool, I've decided. And she's nice, too. And that's really all that matters, as far as I care. Anyway, so yeah. After that wsa home, and then Jonscales'. Which was awesome. And I kind of want his parents to adopt me. Anyway, yeah. That was good times. Then I left and had more good times. Like, cute good times. But I have never seen puzzles get so vicious so fast. But it was fun stuff.
Then Sunday was probably of no consequence, and then some more hanging out. Which was fun.
And then...there was Monday. I must say, skipping school to rehearse is pretty sweet. But, like, I'm half glad that this is all starting to wind down. Anyway, when we got back, I changed into my whore suit. Now, if you didn't see it, you missed out. It was pretty stylish. And it's a right shame that Jillian's camera was out of batteries ;). But honestly, Ms. Lott is pretty sketchy with that stuff. And I really don't think it interested the freshmen as much as she seemed to want it to. But whatever. Then it was home, practice, home.
Tuesday was more whoring. Then tutoring, which is actually a lot better than I thought it would be. Like, I can't explain crap, but it's working out pretty well in this case. Anyway, then it was North Branford. RAPAGE. Gah. I don't know. Maybe it was just a bad day, but it was still pretty rough. And...the NB coach kinda creeps me out. But more about him later. Matt's words were iffy, but then it was home for like, two seconds, then the concert. Now, I know I swore in Adams, but it doesn't mean I was prepared to hear them swearing. So yeah, we played through The Overture of 1812, and I was like, in my head, "Wow. We didn't totally crash and burn." Then, to echo my thoughts, the little girl beside me turns and says, "Holy shit, we got through that hell of a song." She totally caught me off guard with that one. But yeah. Good times.
Er, Wednesday. No more whoring, yet Ms. Lott catcalled at my sexy skirt and fencing socks. I really just...I can't take much more of her. But whatever. Then there was the Hopkins Game. Now, we won. But I'm kind of worried. Like, I don't know. I don't really lose all that often, at least against girls, but like, this past week has definitely been shaky. I got killed my first bout. I think it was 5-1. Couldn't tell you her name, but she was Asian, and she bends over when she lunges. Then my second bout was reversed, and I had to fence that woodland creature chick. She was SO WEIRD. I held point in line for a good ten seconds and she just hopped around. I had to try not to laugh. Then, consquently, I got raped again in my third bout, and won my fourth bout. HOWEVER, my fourth bout....wtf? I hit really, really hard, so hard that it hurt me, she bent over, whisper-screamed "FUCK!" stepped back, said, "I have a broken collar bone!" and I started to panic. I thought I broke her bone. But, dumbass that she is, she was fencing with a broken collar bone. What would possess you to do that? Ever? Gah. At first I felt really, really bad, and then I realized that she was kind of...dumb...to fence like that. And it was ok. But yeah. She lived. It was all good :) And, their coach is kind of weird, but I like him. He's cool. Then there was pit. To which Gavin and I were late, because we needed food. Gavin can kind of get away with it, but he soooo caught me eating Wendy's and trying to play the bass clarinet at the same time. I felt bad. 'Cause it wasn't my instrument and I was probably spewing chewed Wendy's into it. But...It's all good :) And pit is good times. And then, Mr. Gage told me to wait after, and I was like, mehhh I want hooooome. But, he brought in a Slayer CD for me to borrow, 'cause we're both pretty into heavy metal stuff. I thought that was really cool of him. I like him, too. I dunno. I'm bringing in either Fear Factory or Cradle of Filth for him. And I just think it's cool. Yep.
Then there was Thursday, which concluded my whoring forever, and then more tutoring. And thennnn the Fairfield game. At which I seriously thought I was going to have one of my little episodes. I started feeling it on the bus and I was like, 'oh shit,' but then Gabbie gave me a cheesestick and I stopped. BUT, then there was that whole pizza fiasco. I don't know. I'm not angry. Just disappointed that this is how senior year is. But yet again, I AM SO GLAD THAT IT'S ENDING. Yay. As for actual fencing, my first girl was ridiculous. She just walked forward, I parried and then we both hit. But my second girl I lost to, 5-4. GAH! But whatever. The director actually started laughing at Connie, or Corinne, and Oh Man. YIP! GRHHHRHHHHH. ARP ARP! Shouting in fencing is ok, but growling? No. We can't have that. And then...Home.
Friday was...Oh. Brief practice, which was awesome, team meeting, which wasn't stupid like last year, and a better (yes, much better) plan for the pep-rally. Then more food with Gavin, then pit. Which was again, fun. I like pit. I don't really know why, but I do. Then home, for more food, then strip setting up. Which I still really can't do, and therefore, didn't really do. I peeled tape. I put some tape down. And then I was pretty much useless. I won't lie, but...I don't care. I just...don't. Sorry. But yeah. So then it was home...and sleep.
Then there was Saturday. Oh my. The fencing was badass. The freshmen are totally cool. But...insanity ensued otherwise. Let's begin at the beginning. Well, actually, let's not. I just felt bad for the people on the bout committee. That seemed much more difficult than it should've been. But whatever. I'll start with girls' pools. One specific one. Rebecca's. She cleaned up, 'cept for that Sharma girl from NH, but WOW. That weird girl in her pool. You all know who I'm talking about. I couldn't keep it together. Her ankle? Oh man. Then I somehow got involved in directing a pool. I much prefer directing JV. Much. But yeah, that started off fine. Then...North Branford got involved. Their coach? No. He's just...No. Fine, be enthusiastic about your team. That's cool. But yelling at me? Oh no. I think I kind of shafted one of his girls a little 'cause I was rather pissed off at him. But he just kept yelling at me, so consequently...I got bitchier. But then I made a semi-ambiguous call in his favor, and he said, "Thanks for the love, baby." I was just like....Right. Anyway, he gets to yelling again, and I said. "Shhhh please, Sir." And then the bout ended, and he came over and shoulder shoved me kind of hard. Then he hugged me and slapped my lower back. I was uncomfortable. But then he FINALLY went away.
Then it was onto DE directing. Two girls stopped breathing. One allegedly aspirated spit, one just like...fell down during a time out. Jim Harris was like...."Erm Uh huh whuh? Injury time out." But I like him as well. His girl was the one that was ok. She looked really nervous though. The other girl was like, heaving on the floor. She was from NFA. Her coach was like, "Ma'am. Just let her have a time out. PLEASE!" I was like, "Sure. But is she ok?" And she was all fervent about continuing and he wouldn't let her, and blah blah blah, but eventually she chilled out and then the NH girl won. Then there was the other girl that couldn't breathe, so I let her unhook and sit down. But, that crazy woman that directed the boys at Hopkins was like, "WHAT IS SHE DOING?!?!" and on and on, and I just kind of was like, "Listen. It's the novice tournament. It's not a big deal." And she smiled and was like, "You're right. Ok." And she shook my hand and we got on quite well. She can't really direct...but she's cool. Oh, and with NH, Kayla and I were chill. Which was nice, 'cause she was the one that called me a bitch, but we didn't fight or whatever. Yay. And then the rest of the tournament commenced.
Then, it was Matt Louis' surprise party. Good times. We lit a house on fire. That was badass. And it was just fun. And there were significant looks. And then home.
And now it's today, and I really should be writing an essay. So I'll go now. Sorry this is so long.
Bye :D
I don't think I could possibly recall all that has happened, but...Yeah. I'll do my best.
So anyway, last weekend was All States. But it's over and I'm happy :). However, while at the castle-esque North Haven High School, Eric finally associated Bowers with North Haven. It kind of made me chuckle, because she's openly associated with them and after some of her little stories, yeah. She's gone up cool points. Maybe she can't direct, or fence, or coach. But she's really cool, I've decided. And she's nice, too. And that's really all that matters, as far as I care. Anyway, so yeah. After that wsa home, and then Jonscales'. Which was awesome. And I kind of want his parents to adopt me. Anyway, yeah. That was good times. Then I left and had more good times. Like, cute good times. But I have never seen puzzles get so vicious so fast. But it was fun stuff.
Then Sunday was probably of no consequence, and then some more hanging out. Which was fun.
And then...there was Monday. I must say, skipping school to rehearse is pretty sweet. But, like, I'm half glad that this is all starting to wind down. Anyway, when we got back, I changed into my whore suit. Now, if you didn't see it, you missed out. It was pretty stylish. And it's a right shame that Jillian's camera was out of batteries ;). But honestly, Ms. Lott is pretty sketchy with that stuff. And I really don't think it interested the freshmen as much as she seemed to want it to. But whatever. Then it was home, practice, home.
Tuesday was more whoring. Then tutoring, which is actually a lot better than I thought it would be. Like, I can't explain crap, but it's working out pretty well in this case. Anyway, then it was North Branford. RAPAGE. Gah. I don't know. Maybe it was just a bad day, but it was still pretty rough. And...the NB coach kinda creeps me out. But more about him later. Matt's words were iffy, but then it was home for like, two seconds, then the concert. Now, I know I swore in Adams, but it doesn't mean I was prepared to hear them swearing. So yeah, we played through The Overture of 1812, and I was like, in my head, "Wow. We didn't totally crash and burn." Then, to echo my thoughts, the little girl beside me turns and says, "Holy shit, we got through that hell of a song." She totally caught me off guard with that one. But yeah. Good times.
Er, Wednesday. No more whoring, yet Ms. Lott catcalled at my sexy skirt and fencing socks. I really just...I can't take much more of her. But whatever. Then there was the Hopkins Game. Now, we won. But I'm kind of worried. Like, I don't know. I don't really lose all that often, at least against girls, but like, this past week has definitely been shaky. I got killed my first bout. I think it was 5-1. Couldn't tell you her name, but she was Asian, and she bends over when she lunges. Then my second bout was reversed, and I had to fence that woodland creature chick. She was SO WEIRD. I held point in line for a good ten seconds and she just hopped around. I had to try not to laugh. Then, consquently, I got raped again in my third bout, and won my fourth bout. HOWEVER, my fourth bout....wtf? I hit really, really hard, so hard that it hurt me, she bent over, whisper-screamed "FUCK!" stepped back, said, "I have a broken collar bone!" and I started to panic. I thought I broke her bone. But, dumbass that she is, she was fencing with a broken collar bone. What would possess you to do that? Ever? Gah. At first I felt really, really bad, and then I realized that she was kind of...dumb...to fence like that. And it was ok. But yeah. She lived. It was all good :) And, their coach is kind of weird, but I like him. He's cool. Then there was pit. To which Gavin and I were late, because we needed food. Gavin can kind of get away with it, but he soooo caught me eating Wendy's and trying to play the bass clarinet at the same time. I felt bad. 'Cause it wasn't my instrument and I was probably spewing chewed Wendy's into it. But...It's all good :) And pit is good times. And then, Mr. Gage told me to wait after, and I was like, mehhh I want hooooome. But, he brought in a Slayer CD for me to borrow, 'cause we're both pretty into heavy metal stuff. I thought that was really cool of him. I like him, too. I dunno. I'm bringing in either Fear Factory or Cradle of Filth for him. And I just think it's cool. Yep.
Then there was Thursday, which concluded my whoring forever, and then more tutoring. And thennnn the Fairfield game. At which I seriously thought I was going to have one of my little episodes. I started feeling it on the bus and I was like, 'oh shit,' but then Gabbie gave me a cheesestick and I stopped. BUT, then there was that whole pizza fiasco. I don't know. I'm not angry. Just disappointed that this is how senior year is. But yet again, I AM SO GLAD THAT IT'S ENDING. Yay. As for actual fencing, my first girl was ridiculous. She just walked forward, I parried and then we both hit. But my second girl I lost to, 5-4. GAH! But whatever. The director actually started laughing at Connie, or Corinne, and Oh Man. YIP! GRHHHRHHHHH. ARP ARP! Shouting in fencing is ok, but growling? No. We can't have that. And then...Home.
Friday was...Oh. Brief practice, which was awesome, team meeting, which wasn't stupid like last year, and a better (yes, much better) plan for the pep-rally. Then more food with Gavin, then pit. Which was again, fun. I like pit. I don't really know why, but I do. Then home, for more food, then strip setting up. Which I still really can't do, and therefore, didn't really do. I peeled tape. I put some tape down. And then I was pretty much useless. I won't lie, but...I don't care. I just...don't. Sorry. But yeah. So then it was home...and sleep.
Then there was Saturday. Oh my. The fencing was badass. The freshmen are totally cool. But...insanity ensued otherwise. Let's begin at the beginning. Well, actually, let's not. I just felt bad for the people on the bout committee. That seemed much more difficult than it should've been. But whatever. I'll start with girls' pools. One specific one. Rebecca's. She cleaned up, 'cept for that Sharma girl from NH, but WOW. That weird girl in her pool. You all know who I'm talking about. I couldn't keep it together. Her ankle? Oh man. Then I somehow got involved in directing a pool. I much prefer directing JV. Much. But yeah, that started off fine. Then...North Branford got involved. Their coach? No. He's just...No. Fine, be enthusiastic about your team. That's cool. But yelling at me? Oh no. I think I kind of shafted one of his girls a little 'cause I was rather pissed off at him. But he just kept yelling at me, so consequently...I got bitchier. But then I made a semi-ambiguous call in his favor, and he said, "Thanks for the love, baby." I was just like....Right. Anyway, he gets to yelling again, and I said. "Shhhh please, Sir." And then the bout ended, and he came over and shoulder shoved me kind of hard. Then he hugged me and slapped my lower back. I was uncomfortable. But then he FINALLY went away.
Then it was onto DE directing. Two girls stopped breathing. One allegedly aspirated spit, one just like...fell down during a time out. Jim Harris was like...."Erm Uh huh whuh? Injury time out." But I like him as well. His girl was the one that was ok. She looked really nervous though. The other girl was like, heaving on the floor. She was from NFA. Her coach was like, "Ma'am. Just let her have a time out. PLEASE!" I was like, "Sure. But is she ok?" And she was all fervent about continuing and he wouldn't let her, and blah blah blah, but eventually she chilled out and then the NH girl won. Then there was the other girl that couldn't breathe, so I let her unhook and sit down. But, that crazy woman that directed the boys at Hopkins was like, "WHAT IS SHE DOING?!?!" and on and on, and I just kind of was like, "Listen. It's the novice tournament. It's not a big deal." And she smiled and was like, "You're right. Ok." And she shook my hand and we got on quite well. She can't really direct...but she's cool. Oh, and with NH, Kayla and I were chill. Which was nice, 'cause she was the one that called me a bitch, but we didn't fight or whatever. Yay. And then the rest of the tournament commenced.
Then, it was Matt Louis' surprise party. Good times. We lit a house on fire. That was badass. And it was just fun. And there were significant looks. And then home.
And now it's today, and I really should be writing an essay. So I'll go now. Sorry this is so long.
Bye :D