Nothing much to report
Apr. 14th, 2004 10:21 pmIt stopped raining for an hour or two today, and the grey sky lightened almost imperceptibly, but then the clouds descended again and continued their onslaught. I'm stuck inside, where I can hardly run around and jump up and down to release my energy, so I've been spending an hour a day on my freeweights. Boring, it's true, but I have to stay in shape somehow and my arms are already forgetting the resistance of a softball. It's been raining for almost two weeks now, and our field is flooded, so we haven't had any practices for ten days. We have a game a week from tomorrow and we haven't practiced in ten days. We're going to get killed again.
There's an It's Academic (read=nerd convention) meet this Saturday which I can't wait to attend. It means I have to skip Orchestra, but that's not so bad, considering that we're playing some dull music and I'm playing the triangle part, which makes monotonous rehearsal even worse. I'll live, though. I always have. There's no reason to start dying now.
Nothing new to report on the home or school front, but I had a long talk with a good friend today during the course of which we agreed that school has become so uninteresting that we feel no real desire to go. We discussed skipping, but then decided that we're both too wimpy to skip without parental permission. Besides, it was raining. So we half-skipped and stayed in the lobby helping the office staff until it was time to go, at which point we got a note and brought it up to our teacher.
Oh, I made another attempt at poetry (this time for a friend's birthday) which I stuck up over at fictionpress. It's for Luke, and entitled, appropriately, To Luke.
There's an It's Academic (read=nerd convention) meet this Saturday which I can't wait to attend. It means I have to skip Orchestra, but that's not so bad, considering that we're playing some dull music and I'm playing the triangle part, which makes monotonous rehearsal even worse. I'll live, though. I always have. There's no reason to start dying now.
Nothing new to report on the home or school front, but I had a long talk with a good friend today during the course of which we agreed that school has become so uninteresting that we feel no real desire to go. We discussed skipping, but then decided that we're both too wimpy to skip without parental permission. Besides, it was raining. So we half-skipped and stayed in the lobby helping the office staff until it was time to go, at which point we got a note and brought it up to our teacher.
Oh, I made another attempt at poetry (this time for a friend's birthday) which I stuck up over at fictionpress. It's for Luke, and entitled, appropriately, To Luke.
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Date: 2004-04-14 08:14 pm (UTC)