this week
this week wasn't as hectic as i intended. thank goodness.
the key club installation went good, our game in windsor was cancelled, the athletic banquet was okay, and THE OC FREAKING ROCKED.
so, i'm a loser, and my main reason for updating is the final episode of the oc. i, stephanie northcott, am addicted. this episode was not at all what i was expecting. i was a dork, and cried. i just don't know what to think now. i haven't decided if i like the idea of the coopers reunited, especially one freaking day after caleb's funeral! my god, woman! but hey, it's julie cooper-nickel. what are you gonna do? i'm glad ryan found out about trey trying to rape marissa. it's been a long time coming. i was never a fan of trey's - not even in his first appearance way back in season one. old habits die hard, and he definitely hasn't changed. i was definitely overcome by the not one, but two deaths in the last episode. no one dies in the oc! it's a mockery. i'm seriously concerned about what season three holds. what's to become of marissa now that she's a murderer? will she plea self defense? will sandy be her lawyer? will julie pay her way out of it with all the money she's just inherited? so many questions! and what about kirsten? will she overcome her addiction? will she go crazy while she's in there? how will life be like without good 'ole mom around? it's just crazy. and i really am pathetic. i know i shouldn't read into it this much, but i can't help it. this show has a death grip on me.
i guess i should update about something more than a simple teen drama to look somewhat sane.
in the morning, my dad and i are going out to school to be a part of a softball clinic held at ridgecroft. some college softball players from barton are coming and offering proper lessons and such. i doubt i'll be much help with my broken hand, but i'll do what i can. i can't wait to start playing again. it's unreal how badly i want it.
only 5 more days left until i get to take this splint off and start physical therapy! i feel like a gimp, and i want strength back in my right hand! it still hurts like the dickens, but maybe i'll be a fast healer. let's pray i am.
well i think i'll be off to bed now. meet the fockers really tired me out. thanks for a wonderful evening, leslie. ;) *raises hands and does the milky sign*
the key club installation went good, our game in windsor was cancelled, the athletic banquet was okay, and THE OC FREAKING ROCKED.
so, i'm a loser, and my main reason for updating is the final episode of the oc. i, stephanie northcott, am addicted. this episode was not at all what i was expecting. i was a dork, and cried. i just don't know what to think now. i haven't decided if i like the idea of the coopers reunited, especially one freaking day after caleb's funeral! my god, woman! but hey, it's julie cooper-nickel. what are you gonna do? i'm glad ryan found out about trey trying to rape marissa. it's been a long time coming. i was never a fan of trey's - not even in his first appearance way back in season one. old habits die hard, and he definitely hasn't changed. i was definitely overcome by the not one, but two deaths in the last episode. no one dies in the oc! it's a mockery. i'm seriously concerned about what season three holds. what's to become of marissa now that she's a murderer? will she plea self defense? will sandy be her lawyer? will julie pay her way out of it with all the money she's just inherited? so many questions! and what about kirsten? will she overcome her addiction? will she go crazy while she's in there? how will life be like without good 'ole mom around? it's just crazy. and i really am pathetic. i know i shouldn't read into it this much, but i can't help it. this show has a death grip on me.
i guess i should update about something more than a simple teen drama to look somewhat sane.
in the morning, my dad and i are going out to school to be a part of a softball clinic held at ridgecroft. some college softball players from barton are coming and offering proper lessons and such. i doubt i'll be much help with my broken hand, but i'll do what i can. i can't wait to start playing again. it's unreal how badly i want it.
only 5 more days left until i get to take this splint off and start physical therapy! i feel like a gimp, and i want strength back in my right hand! it still hurts like the dickens, but maybe i'll be a fast healer. let's pray i am.
well i think i'll be off to bed now. meet the fockers really tired me out. thanks for a wonderful evening, leslie. ;) *raises hands and does the milky sign*