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867-5309. hah. :-P
soooo no lauren's tonight.. or ehly's. this saddens me :( that's okay.. i get to spend some quality time with the family.. and then maybe go shopping.. that's always good fun.
so this is for the past day or so..
Name 20 people you know in random order:
tonight--oasis (with the slip-n-slide. sweet.) after my great-grandma's birthday party.. and at oasis (after the freakin' awesome slip-n-slide, that is) we're tye-dying shirts and saying good-bye to tk (in all his perfectness), jake (in all his sleepyness.. during church, lol), jeff (in all his outgoingness), and jason (in all his.. hmm.. musicness, outgoingness, funnyness, and.. threateningness?.. lol yes). shall be sad, but a good time, none the less.
hmm.. football players watching us practice? motivating. :) although i couldn't help wondering if.. -sigh- i wish. ah, c'est la vie.
'And now that this scared little girl no longer follows me wherever I go, I miss her. I do. 'Cause there are things I wanna tell her... to relax, to lighten up, that it is all going to be ok. I want her to know that meeting people who like you, who understand you, who actually accept you for who you are, will become an increasingly rare occurrence. Jen, Jack, Audrey, Andie, Pacey, and Dawson. These people who contributed to who I am, they are with me wherever I go, and as history gets rewritten in small ways with each passing day, my love for them only grows. Because the truth is... it was the best of times. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned, but all of that has receded into fond memory now. How does it happen? Why are we so quick to forget the bad and romanticize the good? Maybe it's because we need to believe that the time we spent together actually meant something, that we were there for each other in a time in our lives that defined us all, a time in our lives that we will never forget. I can't swear this is exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt.'
ok, so i'm addicted to spider solitaire. :) haha and i decided to re-read this lullabye.. grace gave it back to me the other day and i picked it up and started to read because (FINALLY) i finished disputed passage, so that left me with already read books. hmph, why not? anyways, in this book, i've found some pretty kick-butt lines that i'll be posting over the next couple of days.
hell week, day number one is officially over. sweet. it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. we timed miles, then did 4 laps around the field (warm ups and cool downs).. then we did a buttload of drills and a few scrimmages.. that's it. i was definitely expecting coach to be like, hmm, alright, go run 3 miles.. be back in 24 minutes. haha i would've laughed if that were the case.. but i'm pretty sure that i wouldn't have been laughing around the 2nd mile.. in fact, i may be close to death, haha. but i'm alive, in one piece, and not even sore (haha sorry, erin). tomorrow, same thing except no 5-6 session (schwing).. and the first session is just half an hour longer. alright, i'm out. good night, all.
am i the only one? yeah. am i sexual? yeah.
as of right now, i just wasted $300 and i'm extremely upset with the management of east coast field hockey. so for all who don't know this, i left my retainers at camp.. well, there are NO phones up there to call, and they hardly ever check e-mails. but i thought i'd give it a try and e-mail them and see if they found any up there.. and they didn't write back, and they didn't write back, and they didn't write back.. so this morning i went to the orthodontist to have them make new retainers. $300 later, i get a freaking e-mail from camp saying they have the retainers. i want to kill. they were only about 3 hours too late! and it cost me $300. not cool. annnyways.. i'm at nan and jerry's right now, kyle's napping.. so i get paid to do whatever. then at 4, back to work for 2 hours. then tonight, i'm making samples to take to the barracks tomorrow.. sweet.
hey everyone.. last night rocked. good concert. we met up with everyone and talked for a while. pat (the germ-phobe), kristin, erin, matt, ko, ash pasq, elizabeth, and kirsti.. good time. and meredith got her birthday lettuce (and the tradition continues). this morning, me and mere watched jason bourne run around my tv screen for about 4 hours, then made lunch, and just dilly-dallied till 3 when she left. now, i'm here for another hour or so, then i'm going with my mom (sorry girls, no open field. this is my theory, hear me out: i haven't gone all summer, why start now? i'm beyond help already, haha), then perhaps ice cream (but i think i may go shopping instead, sorry). tomorrow: orthodontist appointment (getting new retainers. oops.), then work. thursday: barracks/war college for the day.. visiting with uncle bob and working around there for the day. always fun :) je suis un véritable gosse d'armée. haha, then dave may be coming over for a while. friday: work, then drive-ins. sweet. :) saturday: grace is back! and we'll be having a sorbet night. sweet, so this week looks pretty nice. love you all.
How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I'm sorry for the things I've done
But when I start to try to tell you
That's when you have to tell me
Hey, this kind of trouble's only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me...
Why?
Why?
I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you're thinking
And I've heard it said too many times
That you'd be better off
Besides...
Why can't you see this boat is sinking
Let's go down to the water's edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me.. Why?
Tell me.. Why?
This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears, the tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel?
'Cause I don't think you know how I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
You don't know what I feel
it was her wedding day.. a sunny day in june. she was pregnant.. that was probably the main reason she was getting married in the first place. if she would have known that it wouldn't last forever, maybe she wouldn't have done it and saved herself and her family from a lot of pain. her mother was happy for her. her father wasn't even there. and that hurt her more than she could ever know. her father was a raging alcoholic who, 7 years down the road, would be hospitilized for it.. he's have a brush with death. but back on that sunny day in june, he wasn't there. it was the most special day of his daughter's life and he wasn't there. her father didn't approve of the groom, who knows why. she didn't know if it was because of his hair, or the sports that he played, or maybe it was because he only went to college for 2 years before getting his girlfriend, the bride, pregnant. who knows. all she knew is that her brother, leo, was walking her down the aisle, giving her away--instead of her father. that scarred her for the rest of her life. now, here we are.. that bride and groom only made it 10 years, then fell out of love, i suppose. they had a baby girl, born 4 months after the wedding, in october. 3 years later, they had a son, also born in october. 4 years later, they seperated, and divorced the year after that. 15 years later, i heard the story from my own dad, the groom. my grandfather never showed up to my mom's wedding.. she was pregnant with me.. and my grandfather hated them for it.
hey y'all, i'm home. :) don't want to be though, i wish that the 12 of us were up in manhattan with matt right now. -sigh- but all good things must come to an end, right? hmph, unfortunately. haha i'll write all the little jokes from this week in my xanga sometime tonight, so if you feel like reading them, go there. i'll spare you from most of them on here. anyways, got home today around 4:30, talked to grace for like, 30 seconds (but i read all of her e-mails, so it was all good.. i missed you bracie). tomorrow she's going to six flags, then she leaves for the beach.. that's a long time without a sorbet night (heh, comments on that one?).. oh well, i'll keep myself busy making that scrapbook for matt. :) i'll be sure to include the ones from the pitches, our studs and bibs, skills, loo, our hut, pony and trap, queues, strikes, pavs, fairies, amsterdam (gotta say it like matt does) and those bloody hibernating rabbits. this was a good week.