the Elemental Me

I'm kind of a recluse, and I've started to realize the need to be more public so I don't start losing my friends during High School and the turmoil following...so here I am.

Monday, September 15, 2003

GLASS is crazy-busy...like my life but for a good cause

Like the title says, my life is crazy. GLASS is gonna take a lot of time this year, as will DI (if I do it), and swimming (which I'm considering not doing), and work (if I get a job), and my 4x AP classes...goddamnit I hate living with my family. No joke, Glenna's making me do half the dishes ON HER NIGHT. Dunno how, 'cause I sure as hell am not going to do them, so fuck her. Not to be vulgar, but she can be a huge bitch sometimes. I really wanted something to throw at her, good thing the only thing to throw was the mouse and that would have boomeranged back at me and hurt.

So everyone's life seems to be going well except for Suzie's. I really hope I can convince her that what she's doing is crazy. I feel really bad shoving all this health propoganda down her throat but I really think that she needs a jolt of reality.

I really wish I could remember things. I have to very carefully coordinate when I get to my locker and what I bring home and junk, which is a real pain in the ass when my last hour is a billion miles away from my locker and I have to catch the bus a lot. Mom and Dad want me to go swimming to get in shape for the year, but I don't know if I'm going to be able to handle it. This is my last real chance to coach DI and get in some heavy work and community service, and the more I think about it the less I like the prospect of molding my life around swimming: something that won't help me get to college and I'll probably drop after I graduate. Having "Swim Team: 1 yr JV, 3 yr Varsity" on a resume would look really good, but maybe "DI Coach, DI Judge: Regionals/State, DI Participant: 4th, 8th grade" plus another place to have worked at, plus good AP grades...I don't know. I really want to swim, but it looks like I'll either have to work out a wierd schedule for practices and have a car or forget about everything but swimming. Woof.

And the likelihood of my parents buying a car in time for me to use the Honda = Slim to none. Weak.

Hah. Looks like Glen's had to do the dishes by her lonesome. "Too Bad".

:)

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