Saturday, August 23, 2003

well, i officially am going to be sitting on the bench in volleyball. so if any of you are planning on going to the volleyball games, go see JV and watch Shelby play (you did good in practice today). i, however, was the last one to be subbed in. i was so pissed, then when she did put me in, it was the position i HATE. oh well, might as well deal with it.
friday night, sittin at home, friday night, and im all alone.
however, i did go to Half Moon with my father, (becuase everyone was busy/didnt call me back/didnt call me), but that was actually fun, we talked about how i dont like my mom. it was a good talk. he said that recently she did actually say she trusted me. woopdedo.
well, i have work early in the morning, fun fun. i dont even have homework to do, so i will sit at the desk and stair at the window, ceiling, floor, or the game on my cell phone. yessssss

Thursday, August 21, 2003

If only life were a math problem...! In math, if ever there is a problem that is tough, I HAVE to figure it out. (Or if i get it wrong, i HAVE to find out what I did wrong, and fix it.) I like math. I'm pretty good at it.
In life, I give up on problems before I even try them. For instance, relationships with guys. I don't give anyone a chance becuase I'm afraid of getting hurt. Or something else. With my mom, I've given up on her too; I don't even try anymore. In volleyball (as I already told you) my hits are sucking, so now I'm just like dealing with it rather than trying to fix it. I can't believe I have already given up and are giving up on things I want. This needs to change.
I once heard ( i cant remember where) "don't settle for the world how it is, make it what you want it to be."
*damn, i wish i remembered what he or she said exactly, but that was the main point, and it was so cool hearing that from someone i respected, i fucking wish i remembered who!

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

*best of luck for GSA, everyone who went!
-im back to hating school. well mostly spanish, and lunch.
-my hits are horrible (in volleyball, and serves are bad too), hopefully i will get better because im staying after practice on friday to work on both. i hope the coach has noticed my (i must say) superb passing. =) at least i might be able to play back row for someone.
***my sister is leaving tomorrow for college. not just 40 minutes away or a 2 or 3 hour drive. no. shes going all the way to hope college in MICHIGAN! i'm more sad than i thought i would be. its giong to be so weird. my mom is giong to die now that her precious favorite oldest daughter is gone. now im the oldest. i think shes already nervous.
*good: my family and i went out to dinner last night which was very nice. i ate sooo much, chicken parmasiana *spelling?, macaroni grill, i had never been there, they serve this awesome bread at first, it was dee-lish!
**bad: but then we had to go to target so i could get the poster board. all six of us running-around-target-getting-what-we-need-and-yelling-to-each-other-to-hurry-up-or-hold-on, was sort of embarrassing. then my mom was being soo dumb on the way home yelling and both jillian and i for the dumbest things. then we would prove her wrong and she would be like, well, i dont care you also do this and this and this. they dropped me off at my friends to work on our project. then, while i was gone my little sister informed me that it was so bad. my dad even said the F word. if you dont think that is upsurd, you do not know my dad. he is perfect, if he gets angry, something is very wrong. so i guess he was yelling back to my mom and saying that i did make a good point in the car. and then my mom got really mad cuz she was like your taking your daughter's side over your wife? this made me laugh really hard when my little sister told me. my dad loves me. he is my favorite person in the entire world, i would die without him, especially with my mom. my whole english class was making fun of her today. (well my friends). it was super funny.

Tuesday, August 19, 2003

i wish i knew you as well as you know me.
i wish you didnt know me so well

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