Ok...here I go...attempting to be my random self again. More up-beat this time, though. Hm...I want a bagel. And chili. I hope that's for dinner. Oh! I burned my tongue a few days ago. Now the tastebuds are all white and everything. It's kind of weird...feels weird whenever I rub my tongue under my teeth.
I'm basketball manager! And we had a game Friday and a tourny Saturday. We lost. :( But I had so much fun managing with my senior friend. She's going to five me her volleyball shoes, if she remembers. Woop! That'll be cool. Anyway, I was having so much fun marking stats with my mechanical pencil. I felt so confident and important and unofficially official. I was keeping stats...from the bleachers. Well, not bleachers. They were like gigantic stairs. *wide eyes* They. Were. Awesome. You could lie down on one whole stair! It was really cool. We went to Subway as a team, too, and had fun there. :)
Hm...I think I should stroke my chin and try to look profound. :D Too bad you can't see me. But that might be kind of weird...cuz then you'd be a stalker. *alien music* Ok...I feel like if anyone is dedicated enough to read this weird post about me, I should do something for them...so...*throws a golden trophy at the first commenter* Congrads, you got the "coolest commenter with a golden trophy and a bruise on their head" award. :) Have fun. Let me know how much it's worth.
~ Bonnie
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Fragments of a dicombobbled mind
Confused. Tilted head. Contemplative. Happiness. Joy seen through another's eye. Appearance of one. Guilt. Sigh. Melting. More confusion. Regret. Wondering what words spoken shouldn't have been and what words unspoken should have.
Thoughtful eyes. Pursed lips. A knowledge of things to do, nagging the background of thoughts, like a timer ticking ready to go off. Dreams, thoughts, hopes, fears. Trying to meet standards not meant to be met. Chained by standards and expectations or the longing to fit in, to be someone. An underlying, rejected truth: to be someone, you shouldn't fit in. Judgement. Misspelled.
Apathy. Curiosity. What if? What now? Shackles of the world, of friends, of family. Tip-toing on broken glass. A longing just to do it because I can and not to care what anyone says. But once the moment is over... Rules. Meant to break? Meant to bend? Meant to chain? Mind. Meant for thinking. Fingers. Meant for writing. Chocolate. Meant for comfort. Legs. Meant for running.
Responsibilities...duties...things to do, read, write. Time. Time slips, fades, stands still for breathless moments in the corners of the mind's hopeful eye. Never. Pathes crossing and twisting. Friendships. Where they have been, how long they'll last, where they're going, how they started. Pain to watch, helplessly, as boats sink filled with those loved. Longing to tell them simple truths only they can discover for themselves. Want to be a friend. Just a friend. How to be a friend? I don't know. I don't know. Nothing. Anything. Everything. Circles, endless, like a DVD player stuck in fastforward. Sigh. Thoughts. Fragments. Notepad. Decipher it if you can. Take what you will. Clueless. Confused. But still...Happy to be human. Happy to be me. Are you? Retorical question. Your turn to think.
Thoughtful eyes. Pursed lips. A knowledge of things to do, nagging the background of thoughts, like a timer ticking ready to go off. Dreams, thoughts, hopes, fears. Trying to meet standards not meant to be met. Chained by standards and expectations or the longing to fit in, to be someone. An underlying, rejected truth: to be someone, you shouldn't fit in. Judgement. Misspelled.
Apathy. Curiosity. What if? What now? Shackles of the world, of friends, of family. Tip-toing on broken glass. A longing just to do it because I can and not to care what anyone says. But once the moment is over... Rules. Meant to break? Meant to bend? Meant to chain? Mind. Meant for thinking. Fingers. Meant for writing. Chocolate. Meant for comfort. Legs. Meant for running.
Responsibilities...duties...things to do, read, write. Time. Time slips, fades, stands still for breathless moments in the corners of the mind's hopeful eye. Never. Pathes crossing and twisting. Friendships. Where they have been, how long they'll last, where they're going, how they started. Pain to watch, helplessly, as boats sink filled with those loved. Longing to tell them simple truths only they can discover for themselves. Want to be a friend. Just a friend. How to be a friend? I don't know. I don't know. Nothing. Anything. Everything. Circles, endless, like a DVD player stuck in fastforward. Sigh. Thoughts. Fragments. Notepad. Decipher it if you can. Take what you will. Clueless. Confused. But still...Happy to be human. Happy to be me. Are you? Retorical question. Your turn to think.
Monday, October 27, 2008
I hate Modays...
I hate them because of reasons I love. Such as I have choir during study hall which means I get no work done and end up with a bunch of homework at the price of being able to sing without people "shushing" me during class. Then, after school, I hitch-hike a ride with a senior and go to b-ball practice and "manage" them, meaning I spend two hours pretending like I can play basketball. By this time, my homework still hasn't evolved into a superpowered paper that will finish itself. Darn. I guess evolutionists are still working on that. After that, I have exactly one hour to go home, eat dinner, and cram as much homework in as possible before I go on a two-hour tv marathon with Chuck and Heroes. It should be noted that it takes a good twenty to thirty minutes to actually GET home. So that leaves me around nine o' clock, still sweaty and with everything but Health to do.
Thus is why I didn't respond to any emails, phonecalls, or smoke signals today. Sorry. I'll catch up tomorrow and read the second half of my Biology assignment...
Oh. On the upside, I made up for those tests I failed in Biology by making a 99 on my 9-weeks test. :) Ok, enough celebrating. I shall now slide down into my chair, wish I was outside enjoying the cold night air, and wonder why they put tenths of fractions on gas prices.
OH! Ohhhh!!! One more thing. Today, dad and I were talking, and we've decided that as soon as it's physically possible, which means maybe in a few weeks, I can take drivers ed so that by the time I'm 15 I can get my permit. *excited squeal* Ok. Done with that. Ciao and have a better Moday!
Thus is why I didn't respond to any emails, phonecalls, or smoke signals today. Sorry. I'll catch up tomorrow and read the second half of my Biology assignment...
Oh. On the upside, I made up for those tests I failed in Biology by making a 99 on my 9-weeks test. :) Ok, enough celebrating. I shall now slide down into my chair, wish I was outside enjoying the cold night air, and wonder why they put tenths of fractions on gas prices.
OH! Ohhhh!!! One more thing. Today, dad and I were talking, and we've decided that as soon as it's physically possible, which means maybe in a few weeks, I can take drivers ed so that by the time I'm 15 I can get my permit. *excited squeal* Ok. Done with that. Ciao and have a better Moday!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Is it a plan?
Alright y'all. Here's what Will and I thought up, so please tell us if it'll work.
Place: Will's house
Time: 6:30-10:30 at night
Date: October 11th {next Saturday}
What: old Twilight Zone marathon
I'm thinking we all get to Will's, have a fun time watching movies and all that, then when it gets late, the guys could sleep over at Will's house while Marina and Chair come over to my house and sleep over. My mom can get us all from his house to my house, so Marina and Chair can ride with me to my house. Ok, so that leaves everyone at two different locations come Sunday morning. How would y'all feel with coming to our church and then after going home? My mom could probably take Marina home, if her mom or dad doesn't want to come get her. Any thoughts/suggestions? Will this work? Marina, Chair, and the Moonarrows, is next Saturday coll? Please give us some feedback here.
Thanks. ~ Bonnie
Place: Will's house
Time: 6:30-10:30 at night
Date: October 11th {next Saturday}
What: old Twilight Zone marathon
I'm thinking we all get to Will's, have a fun time watching movies and all that, then when it gets late, the guys could sleep over at Will's house while Marina and Chair come over to my house and sleep over. My mom can get us all from his house to my house, so Marina and Chair can ride with me to my house. Ok, so that leaves everyone at two different locations come Sunday morning. How would y'all feel with coming to our church and then after going home? My mom could probably take Marina home, if her mom or dad doesn't want to come get her. Any thoughts/suggestions? Will this work? Marina, Chair, and the Moonarrows, is next Saturday coll? Please give us some feedback here.
Thanks. ~ Bonnie
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Fish Camp
Here's a brief run-through of the past two days...
Yesterday, all the fish had to carry around the Senior's books to their classes. My senior was one of the ones who kidnapped me, and I had to scream "MOVE!" to anyone in her way. Marial's made her excalaim, "All hail {enter senior name} the great!" at the snap of her fingers. That was fun.
Also, our class was SUPPOSED to wear orange, but we planned to all wear blue. We got "punished" and had to have x's drawn on our forehead and cardboard signs around our necks. That was less punishment than we thought we should get, but whatever.
We decorated our black t-shirts, which were all supposed to wear, and I got to do Marial's because she didn't want it. Let me tell you, that shirt was AWESOME. I didn't have a shirt until last night, because I forgot, so I went home and did mine....
Now...for today. Oh cheese...
Today was fishcamp...but fishcamp started at lunch. At lunch they were *record-scratch* Wait a second...let me start at the beginning and work my way up....
Ok, so I get out of the car this morning, with my gym bag, dressed in my "clean clothes". About five steps away from the car, I realize that I had forgotten my packpack. Ok...great...typical Bonnie move. I get into class and everyone's excited and wearing their t-shirts and all, and then I'm like, "Oh, Mrs.S? Can I change my shirt, because I was brainless and put 'Fish Camp '09 ' On my shirt...and it's 2008!!" So, I somehow got it to look kind of right. In short, my morning was just one of those "Yeah, I'm stupid, but who cares, because I'm happy and hyper and that's just the way I am, SO LOOK OUT SENIORS!" mornings...if you know what I mean. Any sane person doesn't know what I mean, but I'm not sane, so ha. ... ya know? <--that's for Rae Rae, if she ever reads my blog...
Ok. So we do Bible, somehow. Then at the end, Mrs.C comes in and tells us we'll be performing some football halfgame show like synchronized swimmers and we have to make up a routine. Uh....wow. It was completely CRAZY trying to get a group of freshman to do as much as TURN together. That's how Spanish class went. Next came Biology and Health. Now, Mrs.C is our Healthy and Bio teacher, and she also happens to in the seniors' homeroom. And, of course, we're the awesomest fishies ever, so in those classes, we cover the seniors' lockers with orange caution tape, ribbons with 'freshman' on them, stickers, balloons, caution tape, and pictures of fish. It was a work of art.
Word got around school FAST, and everyone came to admire our artwork. One senior {my senior book-carrying-person} was just like, "Ok...that's cool...you just wait till fish camp." Another charged me and nearly ran me over. Interestingly different reactions there.
Ok, now it's lunch. Oh cheese...so sometime during lunch we see two people from Student Council kidnap someone...then I walk with my friend Rae Rae and they obduct her too! I run to the classroom, where there's like 3 people, and tell them. We decide to hide. Me and my friend...uh...Winnie...yeah...Winnie...hide under the teacher's desk. A few seconds later, a senior barges in. They find us but they don't capture us, so we re-hide. Of course, then I pick a bad hiding spot and the people come for us and take me. *rolls eyes*
They took me behind the building where all the other captured people were. A senior dressed in purple sitting behind a table asked me, "Who is the 9, 008, 078, 563th person born?" I stared at him and replied, "Me!" He pounded a gavel into the table top and said, "You are guilty of being a fish!" I was lead behind him and had my face painted with gold and purple {school colors}. Then I got in line with the other fishes. Soon they had all of us and we watched as people tried to escape. That was like...the best part. Almost. Idk what the best part is, yet...
Once they had everyone, a senior announced what our first task was. We had to duck-walk down the deck, in front of all the school. {For those of you who don't know, duck walking is a kind of walk where you squat down and waddle that produces aching thighs.} Of course, we couldn't do it right, so halfway through they made us go back and start over.
After everyone was done, we headed over to the football field for a waterballoon toss. It was predictable but still unfair that the freshman had to use a dinky napkin to catch and toss with and the seniors got tablecloths. Even though we cheated, they still ended up winning, and they threw balloons at us. Yo, someone hit me in the eye so hard I thought I would go blind. No joke, true story.
I think then we headed over to the slab, behind which was a tarp with spriklers. It was wet and slippery. They gave us a rope and we played tug-a-war against the highschoolers. We broke two ropes and a hose, but hey, we were strong. When they finally gave us a thick rope, freshman conquered. Of course...when we didn't, we all slid across the wet piece of plastic, but that was fun.
Hm...what else did we do...oh yeah. Sometime during the day, we were on the field and we did relays, but the seniors won that too because everything in fish camp is rigged to make them win. We bought snowcones and hotdogs. YUM! Then we played football *makes face* But it was still funny. The seniors took off their flags but we got in trouble when we took ours off...go figure. Go fish. And then we did our little half-time dance thing. That was interesing...they made us do it twice because the first time we were too far away. Then we got punished and had to do more duck walk.
The grande finale was back at the wet tarp, where we got into lines {each line was a class} and the first person in each line would slip and slide onto the tarp and wrestle for a bar of soap. It was hilarious and so much fun to watch, as well as participate it. I didn't know people could fight so viciously until I saw our highschoolers fight over a bar of soap. Somehow I ended up getting some Freshman spirit award thingie. Guess what it was. A hat! :D They announced who was on student counsel. Then we had to dry off {which was impossible}, change into our clean clothes, and wait around till it was time to go home.
And that's about it. Ta ta for now, folks!
~ Captain Bonnie Spinner, a fish
Yesterday, all the fish had to carry around the Senior's books to their classes. My senior was one of the ones who kidnapped me, and I had to scream "MOVE!" to anyone in her way. Marial's made her excalaim, "All hail {enter senior name} the great!" at the snap of her fingers. That was fun.
Also, our class was SUPPOSED to wear orange, but we planned to all wear blue. We got "punished" and had to have x's drawn on our forehead and cardboard signs around our necks. That was less punishment than we thought we should get, but whatever.
We decorated our black t-shirts, which were all supposed to wear, and I got to do Marial's because she didn't want it. Let me tell you, that shirt was AWESOME. I didn't have a shirt until last night, because I forgot, so I went home and did mine....
Now...for today. Oh cheese...
Today was fishcamp...but fishcamp started at lunch. At lunch they were *record-scratch* Wait a second...let me start at the beginning and work my way up....
Ok, so I get out of the car this morning, with my gym bag, dressed in my "clean clothes". About five steps away from the car, I realize that I had forgotten my packpack. Ok...great...typical Bonnie move. I get into class and everyone's excited and wearing their t-shirts and all, and then I'm like, "Oh, Mrs.S? Can I change my shirt, because I was brainless and put 'Fish Camp '09 ' On my shirt...and it's 2008!!" So, I somehow got it to look kind of right. In short, my morning was just one of those "Yeah, I'm stupid, but who cares, because I'm happy and hyper and that's just the way I am, SO LOOK OUT SENIORS!" mornings...if you know what I mean. Any sane person doesn't know what I mean, but I'm not sane, so ha. ... ya know? <--that's for Rae Rae, if she ever reads my blog...
Ok. So we do Bible, somehow. Then at the end, Mrs.C comes in and tells us we'll be performing some football halfgame show like synchronized swimmers and we have to make up a routine. Uh....wow. It was completely CRAZY trying to get a group of freshman to do as much as TURN together. That's how Spanish class went. Next came Biology and Health. Now, Mrs.C is our Healthy and Bio teacher, and she also happens to in the seniors' homeroom. And, of course, we're the awesomest fishies ever, so in those classes, we cover the seniors' lockers with orange caution tape, ribbons with 'freshman' on them, stickers, balloons, caution tape, and pictures of fish. It was a work of art.
Word got around school FAST, and everyone came to admire our artwork. One senior {my senior book-carrying-person} was just like, "Ok...that's cool...you just wait till fish camp." Another charged me and nearly ran me over. Interestingly different reactions there.
Ok, now it's lunch. Oh cheese...so sometime during lunch we see two people from Student Council kidnap someone...then I walk with my friend Rae Rae and they obduct her too! I run to the classroom, where there's like 3 people, and tell them. We decide to hide. Me and my friend...uh...Winnie...yeah...Winnie...hide under the teacher's desk. A few seconds later, a senior barges in. They find us but they don't capture us, so we re-hide. Of course, then I pick a bad hiding spot and the people come for us and take me. *rolls eyes*
They took me behind the building where all the other captured people were. A senior dressed in purple sitting behind a table asked me, "Who is the 9, 008, 078, 563th person born?" I stared at him and replied, "Me!" He pounded a gavel into the table top and said, "You are guilty of being a fish!" I was lead behind him and had my face painted with gold and purple {school colors}. Then I got in line with the other fishes. Soon they had all of us and we watched as people tried to escape. That was like...the best part. Almost. Idk what the best part is, yet...
Once they had everyone, a senior announced what our first task was. We had to duck-walk down the deck, in front of all the school. {For those of you who don't know, duck walking is a kind of walk where you squat down and waddle that produces aching thighs.} Of course, we couldn't do it right, so halfway through they made us go back and start over.
After everyone was done, we headed over to the football field for a waterballoon toss. It was predictable but still unfair that the freshman had to use a dinky napkin to catch and toss with and the seniors got tablecloths. Even though we cheated, they still ended up winning, and they threw balloons at us. Yo, someone hit me in the eye so hard I thought I would go blind. No joke, true story.
I think then we headed over to the slab, behind which was a tarp with spriklers. It was wet and slippery. They gave us a rope and we played tug-a-war against the highschoolers. We broke two ropes and a hose, but hey, we were strong. When they finally gave us a thick rope, freshman conquered. Of course...when we didn't, we all slid across the wet piece of plastic, but that was fun.
Hm...what else did we do...oh yeah. Sometime during the day, we were on the field and we did relays, but the seniors won that too because everything in fish camp is rigged to make them win. We bought snowcones and hotdogs. YUM! Then we played football *makes face* But it was still funny. The seniors took off their flags but we got in trouble when we took ours off...go figure. Go fish. And then we did our little half-time dance thing. That was interesing...they made us do it twice because the first time we were too far away. Then we got punished and had to do more duck walk.
The grande finale was back at the wet tarp, where we got into lines {each line was a class} and the first person in each line would slip and slide onto the tarp and wrestle for a bar of soap. It was hilarious and so much fun to watch, as well as participate it. I didn't know people could fight so viciously until I saw our highschoolers fight over a bar of soap. Somehow I ended up getting some Freshman spirit award thingie. Guess what it was. A hat! :D They announced who was on student counsel. Then we had to dry off {which was impossible}, change into our clean clothes, and wait around till it was time to go home.
And that's about it. Ta ta for now, folks!
~ Captain Bonnie Spinner, a fish
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