Thursday, January 16, 2003
Hello and good morning.
C and I went on a drive last night. We listened to Andrew Dice Clay, laughed and tried to get lost. Didn't work. I think I need to find somewhere new to get lost. I shouldn't have brought my phone, but I did. E called and we talked a bit...the my sis called and I had to talk to her a bit...back to E. He was complaining cause I haven't made time for him lately only half serious. It's his fault too and I can't help it I have to get tons of sleep in order to wake up. 6 alarms! 6! And I still don't get up. That's not a good thing.
Anyway, I feel kinda bad. The time I've been spending with C isn't quality time lately. It's lets do something while people call and Kelly talks to them and feels really bad for doing so. We're going to go on a road trip tho, she doesn't know it yet but I'm sure she'll have no problem, and we're just going to drive. No phones, no distractions...a tape recorder and the notebook. It'll be like the old times. I can't wait...do I have to? Well, for a bit longer. Next weekend another friend, C and I might be going to town C. I should call OH and ask him what he's going to be doing. I just feel like I don't have any time. And the time I do have, I just want to read or talk with my parents. Read more often then not lately. I have been feeling really anti-social lately tho.
Memory trip back to high school. Angie the attendance secretary. And being in trouble for having 26 whole or partial absences first semester sophomore year and having to have a doctor's note for the rest of the year. That was the only time the vice principal ever talked to me. I've never really spoken to any of the principals. I don't even remember who it was. And the guidence councler's were morons. Even the one who was my softball coach for a year. She was just silly.
Softball. Good times. First base. I don't really know how I managed to find my niche there. I was an outfielder during fifth and sixth grade. Then when they needed me I played first. That was exciting. I can catch pretty much anything so it worked nicely. Then I stopped playing. My best friends didn't sign up and I was too chicken to go alone. I moved back to Wisconsin and my sophomore year I was bound and determined to play. So I did. I played on the JV reserve playing first. Then I pitched. Best feeling in the world sometimes...also the worst. Junior year I was on JV playing first most of the time and outfield a bit. I didn't get as much playing time as I should have cause Coach (the dipshit guidence counsler) was trying to get a girl to develop more skills since she would be on JV again next year. It was horrible for me cause I knew I was better (after teammates, teammates' parents and others told me so), but she got more playing time because the Coach wanted her to be good next year. Then she didn't play the next year. HAHAHA. Fuck you Coach. Senior year and on Varsity. Outfield and First base. The end.
I never really made friend on any of the teams I played on. I think it has a lot to do with my sense of humor. It's really dry and sarcastic and people prolly just thought I was a bitch. On every time, there is always a girl that really hates me. I dunno why. Except my sophomore year, but that's prolly cause I pitched and you do not want to piss off the pitcher. That can fuck everything up.
Ok, enough boring memory trips. It's starting to depress me.
C and I went on a drive last night. We listened to Andrew Dice Clay, laughed and tried to get lost. Didn't work. I think I need to find somewhere new to get lost. I shouldn't have brought my phone, but I did. E called and we talked a bit...the my sis called and I had to talk to her a bit...back to E. He was complaining cause I haven't made time for him lately only half serious. It's his fault too and I can't help it I have to get tons of sleep in order to wake up. 6 alarms! 6! And I still don't get up. That's not a good thing.
Anyway, I feel kinda bad. The time I've been spending with C isn't quality time lately. It's lets do something while people call and Kelly talks to them and feels really bad for doing so. We're going to go on a road trip tho, she doesn't know it yet but I'm sure she'll have no problem, and we're just going to drive. No phones, no distractions...a tape recorder and the notebook. It'll be like the old times. I can't wait...do I have to? Well, for a bit longer. Next weekend another friend, C and I might be going to town C. I should call OH and ask him what he's going to be doing. I just feel like I don't have any time. And the time I do have, I just want to read or talk with my parents. Read more often then not lately. I have been feeling really anti-social lately tho.
Memory trip back to high school. Angie the attendance secretary. And being in trouble for having 26 whole or partial absences first semester sophomore year and having to have a doctor's note for the rest of the year. That was the only time the vice principal ever talked to me. I've never really spoken to any of the principals. I don't even remember who it was. And the guidence councler's were morons. Even the one who was my softball coach for a year. She was just silly.
Softball. Good times. First base. I don't really know how I managed to find my niche there. I was an outfielder during fifth and sixth grade. Then when they needed me I played first. That was exciting. I can catch pretty much anything so it worked nicely. Then I stopped playing. My best friends didn't sign up and I was too chicken to go alone. I moved back to Wisconsin and my sophomore year I was bound and determined to play. So I did. I played on the JV reserve playing first. Then I pitched. Best feeling in the world sometimes...also the worst. Junior year I was on JV playing first most of the time and outfield a bit. I didn't get as much playing time as I should have cause Coach (the dipshit guidence counsler) was trying to get a girl to develop more skills since she would be on JV again next year. It was horrible for me cause I knew I was better (after teammates, teammates' parents and others told me so), but she got more playing time because the Coach wanted her to be good next year. Then she didn't play the next year. HAHAHA. Fuck you Coach. Senior year and on Varsity. Outfield and First base. The end.
I never really made friend on any of the teams I played on. I think it has a lot to do with my sense of humor. It's really dry and sarcastic and people prolly just thought I was a bitch. On every time, there is always a girl that really hates me. I dunno why. Except my sophomore year, but that's prolly cause I pitched and you do not want to piss off the pitcher. That can fuck everything up.
Ok, enough boring memory trips. It's starting to depress me.
