Weekday games suck. Especially away ones. Even more so when they're not in the county. I got home from our scrimmage, which started at 4:30, at 8. And I have to get up early for the NHS meeting tomorrow. Ugh.
(We lost 6-4 but it was mostly a lot of funky stuff in the first two innings, the rest was well-played.)
Started pre-game-type practices today, since we have a scrimmage tomorrow. Though fire would've been nice, it was brutally windy again, and if I had lit my hands on fire, I probably wouldn't've felt it because my hands went numb again. Most of my left pointer finger was white by the end of practice. Not cool.
But I handed out uniforms today. They're very pretty :)
I was bad, I showed up late to practice because I had a calc study group to go to and I didn't call my coach because I didn't have his number and I emailed him not knowing his email was screwed up. Luckily he didn't really care, he was more worried that I wasn't there 'cause he was afraid something happened. It was a legit tardy so it was ok. I told him about the Facebook group I set up and he was surprised I had already done it. Come on, I have no life, I know how to do this sorta stuff.
'Tis all for now. Excited for my field trip tomorrow, we're going to a nearby high school for a workshop hosted by a local newspaper.
Visited Quinnipiac for a last look today. Didn't really catch anything I didn't already know, and I'm pretty sure I still want to go to Ithaca, but if I wind up not liking it in East Nowhere, NY, and decided to transfer, I'd definitely come back down here.
First day of practice as a manager, and it was definitely a lot different. I'm allowed to participate in as much as I want, but we had an even number of people so I didn't have to throw. My coach actually made a speech to the rest of the girls detailing my position and basically putting a death threat on anyone that doesn't take it seriously, and it was kinda embarrassing.
The rest I spent doodling around, catching for the coaches when they'd hit to the girls, freezing my hands and face off since our field is on top of a hill and it was below freezing with the wind chill. Our field was like a rock, yet it's in the sun, so by the end of practice, it was a muddy, soupy rock. And yes, that's possible.
I also heard from BU, I got accepted but got crap for financial aid due to issues with the PROFILE so it's a good thing I'm not planning on going there. I think I'll fit in better in Ithaca anyway.
I knew going into tryouts this year that I was going to manage. Try as hard as I might, there was no way I would survive on varsity. My hitting isn't quite as consistent while facing high-speed pitches, and even if I was a good hitter, my mistakes in the field would overshadow it. As much as it sucks that I won't be able to play, it's not where I belong.
I belong behind-the-scenes. That's where I've done the most work. I love doing stats because I have a mind for math and obscure crap; I remember pretty much every score from last year, and I know the schedule better than some of the coaches sometimes. I understand the game a lot better than I can play, and when I'm on the sidelines, I notice the little nitpicky things I wouldn't be able to see if I was playing.
I have a lot more leeway with managing. I can take BP whenever I want, I can warm up throwing if someone doesn't have a partner, basically I can spend as much (or as little) time with varsity as I want. Probably the best part is the fact that I'm not just a person for the team to abuse. I'm sorta the assistant assistant coach, if you will.
Also, I still get a shiny new varsity jersey to wear :)
The snow wouldn't've been so bad if, you know, it wasn't March, but more importantly it wouldn't've been so bad if we had a 90-minute delay so the roads weren't so sucky. Originally I wasn't supposed to drive this morning and I was just gonna mooch a ride from my mom, but she eventually let me drive, then called me about 5 minutes after she left to tell me that the roads were sucky and that there was a car accident on one of the roads she took.
I took it slow down my road (i.e. went about 15-20, the "Hill" in my street name isn't there just for laughs), I get about halfway down and there's a car flipped. I didn't see it happen, thank goodness, and the lady had gotten out and was already calling the police. She seemed pretty ok minus the obvious shock and what looked like a broken wrist, and I felt bad for not staying, but the guy behind me was helping her out, a plow going up our street had stopped to assist and I kinda had to get to school.
Lovely start to the day, huh? And now it's magically fine and dandy again, hardly any snow left. I'm glad it stopped, but it shouldn't've started in the first place...
Yeah, right. You'd think that spring sports and the first actual day of spring would be a sign to Mother Nature to turn up the heat a little this week.
Wrong. By the time I get into my car to go to tryouts this evening, it'll be snowing. We're expected to get 3-5 inches. It's March. We have a scrimmage on Saturday. There's a team from New Hampshire coming down to play us specifically to get away from the snow. (On that note, I've decided that they have to be a private school, because no public school would have the money to truck it down here just for a stupid scrimmage.)
Guess that's it for now. Nothing to do and all afternoon to do it. It's kinda nice.
Both for trying to make varsity and for doing a legit post until June (if I make the team).
I get home, ready to eat dinner since tryouts are from 5:15-7:30, I'll throw up if I eat right beforehand and I'll be starving if I eat after. I get out the mac & cheese, rummage around in the fridge before realizing that my fridge is almost entirely filled with carbs. Not sure if I'm disturbed or elated.
(My mac & cheese, breadstick and angelfood cake with strawberries were delicious, thank you for asking.)
So since today marks the beginning of me really not having a life, I'll give out the annual warning of a possible sporadic, short or otherwise lame posting schedule.
So tryouts start tomorrow. Naturally, my anxiety is really starting to kick in. There's so much on the line, and there's a lot of uncertainty. It's not like other sports (coughtenniscough) where you show up and pretty much automatically make the team. I can't play JV this year because I'm a senior (which really kinda sucks since I loved playing in JV), and the chances of me being good enough for varsity are pretty slim. The varsity coach had talked to me about this at the end of last season, and I'll probably be a DH at best and a manager at worst.
They're really not bad options. The coaches would be foolish to put me in the field, since I'm inexperienced and there are elementary schoolers that could field better than me. I like hitting, and I did really well last year, so it would be like an honor to be used just for the hitting. I'm also a stats monkey, and I really liked doing stats for JV because I'm weird like that.
But I know that either way, I'll be torn. If I don't make the team and instead manage, I'll feel like a loser for not making the team. If I do make the team as a DH, I'll feel that the stats won't get done correctly because I'm not doing them.
I guess that I could split the difference either way; if I DH, I can do pitchers' stats since I won't be in the field, and if I manage, I'll ask to do some BP every once in a while.
I was flipping through all the college mail I've gotten so I could find the opt-out letters for the ones I applied to but aren't going to. It's harder than I thought to find one. In fact, only one of my colleges mentioned anything about an opt-out letter, the rest were just "Send in your deposit or you die." I understand why they don't put opt-out info on there because they're hoping really hard that you go to their school and therefore don't have to worry about opt-out info, but it's still kinda annoying.
I'm also deciding how I want to write my next English essay. I've been getting straight 90s on the past few, and that's also starting to annoy me. Since we've been reading the Canterbury Tales, our essay is to pick a person (fictional or real) and do a character sketch, like in the prologue of the Tales. In my fiction-writing experience, doing character descriptions has always been my favorite part of creating a story, so I think I can use this to bring my grade up. I just need to figure out how I want to go about it.
One of many things I'm neurotic about. But in terms of college information, it's a (non-existent) godsend.
Take my acceptances, for example. I had one due in November, one in December, one in January and two in February. With the exception of BU, who has a hellaciously late acceptance thingy, I heard from all of them within two weeks in December. Heck, I got accepted to two places whose applications weren't even due yet.
Getting everything else has been a little slower, but this is reason enough why I really want to go to Ithaca, because they definitely win the timeliness award. They were first to send me practically everything, including my acceptance and my detailed financial aid package. And I got accepted to their honors program today.
No, seriously, this is quite impressive. I had to fill out an application for the Emerson honors program, that was due all the way in November. I got the "nice try but no" letter yesterday. The deadline for the Ithaca one was March 15th, I mailed it out on March 8th, and I got my acceptance letter for that today. 4 months vs. a week and a half.
I was doing some thinking last night about what I want to do, and I was starting to think that a double major in journalism and Spanish wouldn't be a good idea, because even though I'd be getting the language immersion I need, it'd prevent me from taking anything else. Now that I'm in their honors program, I definitely think that dropping the 2nd major is my best bet. Having that much more time would enable to still take a bajillion language courses (Spanish as my primary but I'd like to learn some Chinese too), plus I'd have room for stuff I wasn't able to take in high school, like anthropology or psych or world history or more art. They even have individualized gym-class-type things where you can learn a sport for a credit.
Everyone has them. You know, when life seems to be working against you at every turn and you kinda just want to throw something at anyone who looks at you.
It's a shame it had to be today. I had my shirt all ready to make me feel like a rebel, and I even succeeded in making it through the day without getting yelled at for it (granted, I covered it when I felt endangered, but that's aside the point). It was my last day of plyos for softball, which means no busting my kneecaps on the stupid boxes. And I went to a local brick-oven pizza joint for dinner, had an awesome brisket sandwich, distributed some school magazines and was asked to create a Facebook fan page for the restaurant.
But no, it couldn't be that simple. First thing this morning, it's colder than I expect and my car is really cold. Not even doing the windshield squirty stuff will clean it off. I leave my car running for a few minutes, defroster on high, until I can't wait any longer or I'll be late for the NHS meeting. I make it almost to the end of my road (so about 2 miles) with only the bottom half of my windshield cleared off. I get to school, try to run up the stairs in the parking lot and proceed to trip and smash my knee on the stairs. Luckily only one person saw it, and technically I'd have a good excuse to be late to the meeting (an embarrassing one, but legitimate nonetheless), but it hurts a lot and I already have a buttload of bruises.
Then I have to go be a complete idiot and get into stuff I have no business inquiring about, which gets me into a huge verbal fight and a pissy mood for pretty much the rest of the day.
One of my layouts during journalism disappeared and I flipped out (I worked hard on that, dangit). But then I found it again. So it wasn't a total loss.
But the morning argument extended into the afternoon, and it just pretty much ruined everything. Because that's what I do best, I ruin everything.
I guess it's just how it has to be. I'm the common factor in all the problems I'm having. I'm not strong like everyone else is, I can't overcome these problems, because I am the problem.
Tomorrow, I'm planning on wearing the concert shirt I got the other night. Why? It's St. Patrick's Day, duh. My shirt is green, I don't own a whole lot of green. It's a Dropkick Murphys shirt, they're Irish punk at its best. And it was their St. Paddy's Day tour (they're in Boston this week to finish it up).
So I'm a little bummed to notice that my shirt might not exactly be school appropriate. Their logo for the new album is a 4-part shield, one quadrant which contains a beer bottle, and another quadrant which contains a rearview of a, let's just say, scantily-clothed lady. There's no actual nudity or legitimate alcohol use on the shirt, but I really want to wear the shirt tomorrow and I really don't want to have to take it off.
I'm thinking that I'll take some t-shirt scraps, cut out a half-shield and pin it over that side. It'll look kinda stupid, but it's better than not wearing the shirt.
I kinda like doing snippets post, it's maximum information in minimum typing.
First one is not really related to the others, but it's a roughly paraphrased, funny bit of dialogue during English yesterday.
me (to the EGE): Whatcha doin'?
EGE: Trying to remember digits 80-85 of pi. I have the ones after that, but not those.
me:...Did you think to look down at your shirt?
(He was wearing a shirt with several hundred digits of pi in the shape of pi for Pi(e) day).
EGE (looks down): Oh.
Next few will be YouTube videos, I apologize to those of you whose computers don't like YouTube. But the concert the other night was fantastic, so I'll share some of the songs from it.
Their first opening band, which I didn't know about, was Off With Their Heads, but I had spent almost all of their set list buying a t-shirt, so you'll have to look up their music yourself because I don't remember what they played.
The advertised opening band was Against Me! (yes, the exclamation point is part of their name). I hadn't heard much of their music, except for this song:
This was quite impressive live, especially the chorus.
The Dropkick Murphys didn't get on 'til about 9 or so, and they played a lot of stuff from their new album, which just came out the beginning of the month. The titular track, "Going Out In Style," is definitely a keeper. If you listen to the words, it's a little morbid, but they did a really good job with it:
They played a few other songs I knew from their Meanest of Times album, "The State of Massachusetts" and "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya", but I won't put the videos in here, the post will be too long as it is.
I'm personally not a huge fan of upbeat groups like these guys doing slow ballads, but they did an incredible job with "Cruel." Problem is I can't find a good video for it, so you'll also have to look for those.
They ended the set (sortof) with this, which was appropriate since the next leg and end of their St. Paddy's Tour is in Boston. Duh. It's Irish punk. And this is classic.
Of course, they had to come out with an encore. By now, the EGE and I were definitely in a rare crowd since a good portion of everyone else was completely smashed. And the song they encored with was completely appropriate:
Well, in terms of the state that most people were in, it was appropriate. The song kinda isn't (neither is the video but it's the best I could find). But it was really cool 'cause Ken Casey came out into the audience (the band was very interactive with the crowd the entire show) and basically said "Ok, don't touch me, but when the chorus comes, crush the living snot out of me." And that's what happened. He randomly waltzed with a few people, got out of the mosh pit and got into the stands to sing with a particularly rowdy group, playfully beat up a few guys, it was hilarious.
Ok yeah I know, I've typed more here than in most other posts, so it kinda defeats the "snippets" idea, but whatever. I wanted to give a little look at the concert.
That surprise? Tickets to the Dropkick Murphys concert last night. And it was awesome. Soooo worth the sleep deprivation (I didn't get home 'til 11) and the hearing loss (hello, it was a punk rock concert, what do you expect?).
So today was a little rough because I was a little tired. I got my calc test back, didn't do as badly as I thought, which is good. I also brought in pie for Pi(e) Day, and everything is made better with Oreos and Cool Whip.
Conditioning sucked as usual, and I stayed to help out at the softball clinic for the middle schoolers. It was kinda weird being the good example for once. I got nailed in the shin catching the throws from the girls taking grounders, so I'll have a gnarly bruise tomorrow, but that's ok.
Very excited about this evening. Going out to dinner with the EGE, and I can't wait to give him his present. I'm obviously not going to say what it is, since that would ruin the surprise, but I will tell you it is kickass.
So I should probably make the reservations soon, huh...
For not posting on the 2nd due to band rehearsal craziness. Besides, I have a good reason to. I haven't done a birthday post in ages.
I am going to make this one completely ridiculous... ok well it won't be completely ridiculous, since I have puh-lenty of embarrassing pictures and stories to put here and I won't (under penalty of death and/or wedgification). So here goes.
The EGE turned the big 1-8 today. Within the hour, actually (I wouldn't tell him "happy birthday" beforehand). And as much as I'd like to bust his butt here (I so totally could), I'll be the better person and not do it. Because even though he's a royal pain in my ass sometimes, he's my royal pain in the ass. Because even though he's put me through a lot of emotional stress, it's not entirely his fault because I bring a lot of it on myself (some of it is his fault, though). Because even though I want to strangle him sometimes, he's always there for me, and I can't ask for any better. Except maybe for him to not suck quite so much at catching when we throw together, but I can't play tennis to save my life so I guess we're even.
Hope this is an acceptable birthday post, you old fart :)
My hands after going to the batting cages are never pretty. The lining of my gloves is black, which makes my hands all black afterwards, plus the obligatory blisters. The one I got last week, which was more just skin rubbing completely off, reopened itself, and now I have a legit blood blister poofy thing on the edge of my palm between my thumb and pointer finger. Not fun.
Then there's the horrific Japan earthquake. The sheer intensity of it was just insane, since it was an 8.9 and I'm pretty sure the scale only goes to 9 or 10. Now the nuclear power plants, which were having issues beforehand, are exploding.
Plus, this morning, a bus returning from a local casino (i.e. I can see the fireworks from my house in the summer) crashed in the Bronx after getting grazed by a tractor trailer, flipped on its side and ran into a pole, which sheared the roof off from front to back.
And finally, there's a pretty hefty MRSA scare now in town, after a 7th grader passed away yesterday from it. The health district said it wasn't an immediate threat, since the kid had been out sick for at least a week, but the middle school is closed for at least the weekend while they scrub the place down, just to be safe.
Show went very well. It was really casual, which was good 'cause the sound was a little funky at times but that's ok. Lighting was pretty good, and I got to hang out with a bunch of good people, even though they molested my car and ate my egg salad sandwich...
I'm sure not, but a lot of the people in the talent show are. Hence why it's a talent show...
I'm doing lights for it, which is kinda nice because I miss teching for drama. Except the light board is still all messed up, so only about 10 switches actually lead to lights we can use for the talent show. Luckily we don't really need any specialty lighting, just a general wash on stage, varying intensities and combinations for different acts. I think that it looked pretty nice when we ran through the dress rehearsal today.
Yet another night of running around, since I have a doctor's appointment and conditioning before the talent show.
Not always a good idea. Like asking a tennis player to throw with me. But it's better than throwing with my sister.
Also, I saw a commercial for the new Ford Explorer, and that's looking very crossovery too. Almost looks like a Chrysler Pacifica in its roundedness. It's like when they redesigned the Escape to be more macho. Not liking it so much. Give me an '07 or older before a brand new one (you know, if I had any money).
Um... guess that's it. Get to go in early for calc help tomorrow. Yippee. At least I'm getting bonus points out of it.
I'm using the Firefly definition of "interesting" to describe the status of band for the music trip. For those of you not in the know, it's "Oh God, Oh God, we're all going to die."
A lot of people don't go on the music trip for various reasons ranging from family vacations to buttwad coaches to monetary issues to thinking it's dumb. Unfortunately, that usually leaves us with an extremely disproportionate band. We have a reasonable number of clarinets and flutes, but that's about it. The rest consists of a 2-man saxophone section, almost the entire 11-person trumpet section, a 2-person percussion section and a 1-person low brass section. "Disproportionate" is a very nice word.
So since we're going to look absolutely ridiculous on stage with such a misshapen band, we're saying "the heck with it" and playing absolutely ridiculous music, including a song featuring the clarinet section (normal), a song featuring mallets (which I'm not sure how we can do with only 1 mallet player, yours truly) and a song with trash cans. Go us.
This can end one of two ways. Our band teacher thinks we'll wow the judges at the competition with this. I personally think it's going to be extremely embarrassing. Either way, should be interesting.
...for the post I promised you on... Saturday? Sunday? I can't remember.
Anyway. Various rule-based nonsense. Here goes.
As much as I disagree with the BYU basketball player getting kicked off the team for breaking the chastity rule, I'm not going to fight it, because even though I personally don't agree with it, it's still personal choice and I'm not going to argue that, and it's a school-wide policy (well, the school is rooted in the religion, so that should've been a no-brainer). But Huckabee's recent stunt with bashing Natalie Portman over the same thing is a little ridiculous. First of all, it's pulling religion into politics, not cool. Second, his main argument, the one that single mothers would essentially starve to death were it not for government programs, is definitely not the right card to pull in this instance because Baby Portman will clearly be well cared for (um, hello, look at how much money The Black Swan pulled in, you can't tell me they're not living well right now). Third, it doesn't matter a parent's marital status, as long as they are happy with their situation and can physically, emotionally and financially care for the kid, then that's all that matters.
There's also a plan being concocted in Congress over the '96 ban on gay marriage, somehow quite a few Republicans think it's still constitutional. I'm not even sure how it was constitutional in the first place. I don't imagine this one getting very far, the Supreme Court has a lot to do and it's kinda obvious that the law is unconstitutional.
The last thing was actually something that kinda tore me in terms of what side to go with. The Westboro Baptist Church protesters (the ones that go to the military funerals and tell everyone they're going to burn in Hell because they're accepting of homosexuals) won their Supreme Court case on the basis of the First Amendment. Duh. But as much as I'm for freedom of speech and religion, that takes things just a little too far. Personally, I think it goes under the lines of forcing your religion on someone else, which I'm pretty sure isn't allowed, and it might also fall under the whole right to privacy thing, since they prevented the family members of those killed overseas from having a last peaceful moment with their loved one. And it's just downright disrespectful.
I know I'm not gonna make varsity as a starter. That'd just be absurd. I've only been playing for 3 years, 2 on JV only as a backup. I highly doubt I'll be a backup player, or even a DH. I'm not on a tournament or indoor team, and I don't take private lessons. And I'd be fine with being a manager, 'cause I love doing stats and the behind-the-scenes stuff, plus it'll get me away from having to deal with the butt-wad varsity people. But I know I'll disappoint an awful lot of people, including myself, if I don't wind up making the team.
And it's not like I have a lot of options. I'm a senior. Most teams don't take newbie seniors and let them play, because most teams won't let seniors be on JV and they aren't good enough to be on varsity. And track, which is usually pretty good about letting new people in, is out of the question because of my asthma and hatred of running (except for baserunning, that's different).
So what do I have left to do? I'm not sure. But there's only two weeks left. It's do or die.
I know, I was gonna do a rant post today but I decided not to because I have better stuff to write about.
So for my last-minute yearbook assignment, I had to write about the fencing team. I was actually pretty excited to do this article, since I'm fascinated by the sport and I know a lot of people on the team. They've done incredible this season, since the guys were undefeated in the regular season and the girls were 3rd. I wrote the article about their awesomeness this season, then waited 'til this afternoon to finish it so I could get the most up-to-date info about their state tournament results. In the end, the guys lost first place in the state by one point, and the girls placed 7th, which is one heck of an accomplishment. Forget the NFA twits, you guys rocked today.
(For more detailed information, visit Matt's blog, since he was actually there.)
We've had a minor crisis in journalism this week, since our yearbook EIC had to go in for a second surgery on her knee to get rid of an infection caused by the first one. I feel bad, of course, but what sucks more is that we had to finish 2 signatures (that's 32 pages of layouts) in one week. And the best part is that we all were starting with barely anything. I'm working on the fencing spread (which looks awesome, if I do say so myself) and no one ever wrote the article. Luckily I know a lot of people on the team so getting interviews wasn't that bad, but it would've been a lot easier on me and my homework lagging if the article had been assigned, let alone done, before Wednesday.
I get to catch up on homework tonight. Go me.
Oh, and remind me to do a news rant tomorrow. Between recent and upcoming court cases regarding free speech and gay marriage, and other sad-but-true stuff I found, I have a lot to talk about. But only if I remember.
So much for that. I'm not even sure why I didn't have time yesterday to post. I was doing yearbook stuff, then came home for a bit, then went to rehearsal, then came home again. I was doing so well, too. Booooo.
And I skinned my knee during softball conditioning and it really hurts.
First, I ended up saying what I needed to in yesterday's post so that's basically the extent of my rant about conservative legislation for right now.
I had my blood donation appointment first thing in the morning, so I figured I'd be back in class around 8:30 and would still have time to get stuff done. Not. They were still setting up when I got there for my appointment at 8, didn't take me in 'til almost 8:30 for the information bit, didn't actually start the donation 'til about quarter of. So I should've been done around 9, fine, whatever.
Psych. I was fine all through the actual donation process, didn't get grossed out by the blood (I'm not squeamish around blood as long it's me or not from a distinguishable body part), but while they were processing the information and packaging the pint, I started to feel a little lightheaded. Reasonable, since I was missing 1/9 of my blood supply. And then my hearing started to go fuzzy and I thought, "Oh, no, don't pass out." The nurses brought me over some cold, wet towels for my forehead and neck, and I just kinda blobbed there, staring at the ceiling, waiting for it to stop.
Then the little information handheld thing they had decided to go wonky and temperamentally delete my information, yet somehow it was still in there, which I didn't really understand but hey, it gave me a few more minutes to regroup.
Except then they wouldn't let me get up on my own, even though the lightheadedness had passed and my hearing was back to normal. So I had to chill there for even longer until they let me sit up and walk over to the snacks. I camped out there for about 10-15 minutes and then decided that since I had missed almost all of journalism, all of homeroom and a good half-hour of study hall that I should get back.
I went back to journalism to get my stuff, and magically half my stuff had gone missing, including my journalism binder (which wasn't really that important but still, that's my class stuff), my pencil box and my sweatshirt. And it's kinda hard to do homework in a freezing-cold cafeteria without a writing utensil or a sweatshirt.
Luckily I was able to find a pen in my bag, and my friend Justin let me borrow his sweatshirt for the remainder of study hall. I went back after the block to get my stuff (it magically reappeared), and the only problem the rest of the day was the tape keeping the bandaid/gauze on my arm 'cause it was preventing me from bending and straightening my arm properly, plus it was pulling on the little hairs on my arm which kinda hurt.
It gets me out of conditioning for the day since I'm not s'posed to do anything strenuous for 12 hours. Even if they hadn't suggested it, after my episode this morning, I wouldn't want to chance it anyway. It's a shame, though, it's really nice out (for the beginning of March) and it'd be nice to be able to throw some.