memories

the worst memory i have had at school wassome moments during freshman year when i was really lonely. My best memory was the apartment junior year. There were so many times when we couldn't stop laughing, and nothing is better than the feeling when you can barely breath when you laughing.

Best and Worst

One of my best memoires at westy was oddly enough within the first month of school. I was playing football for one of the best coahces that I ever had. It was at a time where Westminster football was not takenm seriously by any of our rival boarding schools, mainly becasue we had won one game in the past three years. This year seemed to be different, being that we now had some outstanding pgs. The memory that i will remember the most is when we won our first game against Berkshire. Not only did we win, but we blew them out. This was so great becasue it was so unexpected by everyone else. My worst memory has to be junior year as a whole. It was terrible. I had so much work and at that time the college process was very stessful. That is something that i would never want to relive. This feeling is most definitly mutual, being that everyone in the grade was going through this in one way or another.

My worst memory I have at Westminster would have to be a certain instance, I’m sure you all have heard about, involving webb and twenty dollars. The story that him and his friends spread around school wasn’t even true, but very embarrassing to me. It is by far one of the most humiliating experiences of my life, if not the most humiliating. I was made fun of for the incident for months afterwards, and I actually am still made of fun of for it over two years later.

The thing I’ll miss most about Westminster is my friends, and just all the time we sat around laughing, and not really doing anything in particular. I can’t really think of one specific time or event that happened, but I felt like we could make the simplest things fun. We’ve had countless of inside jokes, and the memories of our time spent together will never be forgotten.

The best memory I have at Westminster is the day of lawn ceremony last year. I just remember that whole day being so much fun. We were so excited to be done with classes and to be pulled onto the senior lawn. We probably went out for food three times in that afternoon/night and drove around town just laughing about nothing. It was an emotional day, and I remember going from laughing to crying then laughing again and crying again, but it was definitely one of my most memorable days.

I dont think that I have any specific best memories of westminster, i dont really remeber many things. There have just been moments that i have enjoyed, when i am with my freinds, carefree to any of my surroundings. My good memories of this place come along with laughter. Things that dont seem important at the time, like watching a movie with bunch of people or dinner, but later thinking back on it, i realise how fun it was.

I cant really remeber my bad moments here, probably one where i did something akward, or emberassing aka everyday. But one that I can place was at the end of sophmore year, my room mate Elba, and my other best freind Leila both told me that they werent comming back the following year. I remeber sitting in the study room with Elba and not being able to control my sobs. I was overwhelmed with the feeling that I was going to have to completely make new friends the next year, because my two best freinds woudl not return. I began to feel betrayed and left behind

Best/Worst memory

there is no way i could ever remember my best memory at westy but they are made up of the times i laugh the hardest, like the other day in assembly, or when graham fadden used to come to school and do absurd things like pretend to be napolean dynomite, or dressing up in parrot suits and running around the dorm

my worst memorys are saying goodbye to people, like sarah, emily and even everyone who has graduated.

What I Will miss the most about schwesty

i'll miss the comfort of knowing that my closest friends are just a few steps away at all times

miss ro. cats is an awful play.

my favorite westminster memory is from the halloween dance this year. it was the first dance that the teachers were being very strict about not letting us grind. really noone was having it, so a group of seniors devised a brilliant plan. we set up speakers in the old gym, and slowly trickled one or two of us at a time from baxter to the gym. pretty soon, people were catching on, and bigger waves of kids started crossing over. then suddenly everyone still at the dance all left at the same time. it was so funny seeing all of those kids sprinting from baxter to the gym, and having our entire school rebel at the same time. it was so funny and made me feel so close to the community and to all of the kids, both my friends and the random freshmen there who i had never spoken to before. it was just one of those funny things that i will never forget about high school.
my least favorite westminster memory is probably when i was on crutches for about 2 months at the end of my sophomore year. i couldnt really do anything becasue i was pretty heavily drugged on painkillers on top of the crutches and all of my friends were enjoying the beautiful spring weather. also my parents went away for a week in that time and while they were gone i had my ap meh exam so that was actually one of the worst days of my life. ew i hate thiking about crutches and the elevator key... the elevator would always break.. and i was only a lowly sophomore day student girl with crutches and braces.. and glasses because i cut my eye.. soo bad

My best memory for westy was my sophmore year when we played loomis at loomis and we havent beet them in 10 years? Everyone on that team played well and we played hard, carrier, quinn, christman , asche were all playing nasty it was just a great feeling to defeat loomis. After the game loomis wrote a report saying how we celabrated and how we took it too far and we werent even that good, however we won the league that year and they were 2nd. My worst memory however was in the same season when we were playing Deerfield we were down 1 to 0 and there was about 5 minutes left and kevin quinn was dribbling the ball down the flank and found me wide open, i had so much time and i rushed the shot. It was a low skipping volley and it went inches wide of the post. We lost that game, and i think i might of cried a bit after because i blamed losing all on me.

what i will miss the most...

I will miss the spring days when everyone is on the quad hanging out, eating, tanning, playing football or baseball. My favorite time is when it is just getting dark after a hot day, like we've had these past couple days and people are still on the quad and the sun is setting and everything is so green and peaceful and everyone seems perfectly happy. I will miss listening to Vanessa Carlton blasting from Memorial, and wilson and katz and the baseball players fighting over the minorest details of their insignifcant yet entertaining games. I love walking back to edge and seeing everyone out there. I miss playing the hand games and the gossip sitting in a huge circle of all my friends that will never be together again in 2 weeks.

THUMBS UPP!!!

PAYCEEEEE

Lockdown

When i Look back at westy i think my worst memory of the school is when The school put me on lockdown because i had gotten to many reports in 2 weeks. The weeks between turkey day and xmas day which was when i found out I got into college so i basically thought i could stop gionmg to school...didnt really work out so well because i had sunday hall till 2 weeks before spring break and i was on lock down in feburary or Jan i cant remember. But when the class of 2006 came back and i wanted to go out to dinner with lizzie, cam, gina, and all of those girls I wasnt allowed to leave campus. I was so upset and furious about the whole idea because i thought it was so stupid. I remember being so angry and pissed off espeically at the deans because it was so unescessary of them to do so.

My worst memory at Westminster has to be when I got myself into a little bit of trouble with my old roommate Sarah Coleman. It was a little ways into the year, and it was around the time when teachers caught wind of facebook and found a way to check people's pictures. Stupidly, we put up a picture that involved us holding a vodka bottle in a school bathroom. The empty bottle had been left in our bag from the previous break, and we realized we had to get rid of it so we wouldn't get in trouble at school. On the way to through it out, we decided it would be funny to take a picture holding this empty bottle and then since it was a cute picture, it made its way to a facebook album. It had been a long day of classes at Westy, and as Sarah and I swung the door open to our tiny, little room, Mr. Joncas and Ms. Devaney were in there leaning on our beds with mad faces on. I had no idea what had happened, but next thing I knew, they were telling us that this picture had been seen by the deans, and they recognized it to be a school bathroom. We explained to them that we never drank at school and that it was an empty bottle and a stupid mistake, but they told us our spot at Westminster may have just been jepoardized. I had never been so scared in my life. All my friends and all the good times I had at Westy were flying through my mind.The faces of my parents if they found out were something I did not want to face. I had never been in trouble at Westminster before and I felt so stupid. I wanted to make it all go away. I soon found myself crying in Mr. Cole's office with Sarah by my side. WE told him that this school was where we belonged and to forgive us. We told him we would do anything to keep our spots in this school because it meant the world to us to be there. In the end, the situation ended and obviously I am still here today. It was a scary situation that made me realize how much I truly loved being at Westy and how I would never, for the rest of my Westminster career, get myself into a bad situation that could end with me not being at this school any longer.

My best memory at Westy occurred at the very end of last year. It was the last day of exams and everyone waas leaving the hill to go home except for the juniors. We all had to take the SAT II's so we were there until the following morning. It was pouring rain and we all got the fabulous idea to go mudsliding as a form. Everyone piled out onto the quad and we began mudsliding in a HUGE and muddy pile that formed over by the path heading to Andrews. We took turns sliding through the mud, laughing and enjoying ourselves in the rain. Mr. Doucette came out several times yelling at us to move because we were ruining the grass, but we were having too much fun to listen. We waited until he went back inside and then we continued our mudsliding. Finally, after being yelled at for the last time, we made our way down to the lower fields in search of more mud and water. The group got a little smaller, but all of our friends were outside looking for a place to go slide. Much to our dismay, there was really no buildup of water that we could slide through, but we had fun just running around. At the end of the day, we were all tired, wet, and extremely muddy. The rain had stopped, but the memory will always stay in my head. It was so much fun to have everyone outside, drama free, not worrying about anything, but our summer break that began the next day.

besty at westy

One of most favorite memories at westy is when Junior year how 15 people went out to dinner to pettibones for Kim's 17th Birthday. Mr. Briggs drove a school van and we all piled in. Only one month into school, i was still pretty much the new kid. We were able to rent out a room at Pettibones and it was so fun. I have never ate or laughed harder that night. Our waiter was such a creeper, he wore a cheese hate that coleman stole from him and told us how pettibones was haunted. Because the wife had died in the bedroom upstairs which was the bathroom. It was haunted i believe because when elsie and I went in there the bathroom sink wouldnt turn off, it was extremley creepyy. It was one of the first times besides staying up really late, kitchen runs and just hanging out with these girls, that i knew they would all become my good friends. It was the 6 appartment girls, the triple and caitlin, Skyb, Chall, Erica and Coleman. Looking back at all the pictures from that night, i realized how close we have all become since then and how well we all know each other. It's sad to think that next year in the fall I wont be with this same group of girls and I will have to be the new kid along with many new kids all over again.

Best memory of Westy was playing against avon home junior year. Even though we lost in the last few seconds of overtime, it was the best pure hockey game I have ever played in. Even the coaches agreed when we watched the tape that is was one of the greatest games they have ever been a part of. I scored on a lucky shot in the very beginning of the game. Everyone on the ice was completely in the moment and living shift to shift and the crowd just added to it. A close second is my first game back after surgery junior year. It was at Kent and everything felt pretty normal until I got on the ice during warm ups and I literally had tears of joy in my eyes. I was shaking because it had been so long and I could finally do what made me happy again.

I try not to remember the bad moments, and they were so few and far between. A continuation of bad moments was sophomor year when I had to have surgery twice. It was so frustrating not knowing what was going on and not being able to participate in a sport. It is hard for people to understand if you have not been through a long ordeal of pain and inability to be active. It took 17 months total to get back. I remember the times i was so angry and frustrated that I could have exploded. Thankfully this is all in the past.

Sign

for better or for worse...

picking a best memory is so hard because they are so hard to choose from, i guess junior spring was is. the whole thing, for better or worse because the good so greatly overpowered the bad. junior spring was simple and perfect. we didn't have to worry about leaving or the future. the roof, the all-nighters, the stupid fun. that last night with all grade capture the flag and mudslidding in the pouring rain. for the most part (sorry liv) we all lived together and we made it work. i remember sitting on the quad with sky one day and saying "i could live in this moment forever"

the bad: the bad is made up of mainly class memories. probolly those times where school seemed last on my mind and got me into trouble. senior fall; deciding what to do about college, adjusting to living in different dorms, and trying to get good grades. any times where people made me feel like academics should and were the most important things in my life.

Camp Westy....

we've always had time on our side but now it's fading fast....

we'll i guess we have about two weeks until graduation and to be honest it hasn't really hit me that we're leaving. i mean sure at times i realize that time is slipping fast and i can't stop it anymore. moments when songs come on or i am having so much fun, or last night on the quad when we were thinking of memories. i couldn't put a name on what i will most about westy, it's the little things i guess. it's the days on the quad, the sledding, the snowball fights, the bear hugs, the foyer, the field... just to many things to pick one. it's all in the little random days or looks or laughs.

What I Will Miss Most about Camp SHMESTY:

Memories, all alone in the moonlight
I can think of the old days, life was beautiful then....

well, so I'm a reminiscer, and if I can try and even remember what I miss most about high school, or even my school, it might have to be....this can get hard...I might even get misty-eyed...
and then when I think about what I will miss most about this place...it really might trigger waterworks, and well, you guys are a part of it...
anywho. think about those good times...see if you can recapture those moments. go out on a limb, dare to be a little sappy, for those old times...enjoy.

something you don't know about me

when i was little i played hockey before i played soccer, there was a time in my life (very short) when i liked hockey more than soccer. I used to have games at loomis chafee at 6 in the morning, and have mutliple practices a week, i was actaully forced to play in town soccer every saturday morning and i just fell in love, and i still am...

schoooooooooooool

So i don't really enjoy the learning aspect of school or the food, anyway last friday i got a soccer ball out of my car during block 1 and i had a j sess on the senior lawn. Surprisingly many people joined in the juggling session. When i brought up the idea at lunch to juggle after we eat it was quickly shot down, but i fought through the adversity and got a ball out of my trunk and people actaully joined in, it was nice.

This isnt late at all

When no one is looking
I lie in my bed. Whenevr i have any free time, i go to my room, and sleep. i like it in my bed because i look out the window at the cars, and they dont see me. And in my brain while i lie there i can see other people, but they cant see me. Im very sketchy. I also like to sleep when no one is looking, beccause i can imagine i look quite unattractive when i sleep, i have never seen myself sleep so i woudlnt know. It makes me nervous to do things like sleep while people are watching, because i can feel there eyes opn me. Im so akward.

one thing people don't really know about me

one thing most people don't really know about me is i am obsessed wiht john deere. i know its kind of toolish, but i have a shirt, and a hat, and i actually have a john deere tractor- but its my dads. and one time me and my friend drove like 30min all the way to the john deere store to buy stuff. i'm pretty much the farthest thing from hick, so usually this comes as quite a surprise if people hear me talk about it.

school

so shockingly my average dropped less than a point this midterm from what it was in the winter. i kinda thought i was failing out of school and then all the colleges i got into (which is very very few) would tell me that they didnt want me anymore and then i wouldn't be able to go college and i'd spend the year crashing my friends trip to europe. but i guess that wouldnt actually be that bad, except i dont think my parents would be too happy. i'm actually quite jealous shes going to europe. and shes barely taking classes, shes doing like cooking and stuff. so basically she gets to just hangout in paris and florence for a year. i mean yeahhh

so schoool

is getting kind of relentless. It seems like evryday is just like the day before, or the day to come, so time passes without my even knowing. Its very wierd that we are graduating so soon, because there are so many things that i was supposed to do before that happened. I like putting things off, so ever since i got here sophmore year, i was like ill do that before i graduate, but here it comes, and im still sitting in my bed watching entourage and eating cereal. I have 5 weeks but its not going to happen...

back to school back to school to prove to daddy im no fool

School is great. although my grades need to improve this week, I am enjoying the last part of senior year. the last two days i have been on campus quite a bit and in groups of people i for some reason was surprised at how much and how often i found the group discussing other ppl at the school, myself included when they were not present. most of the time it was nothing but a few times the comments were fairly mean. that is something that i will now be more conscious of. The weather is goign to be unbelievable this week and I hope that i can find time to enjoy the social aspects of senior spring while improving my grades, playing a sport, and one act rehersals eeach night. I think at westy there are not enouogh hours in the day because i have been increasingly tired each day for the past 4 years.

One thing people really don't know about me is....

i am really messy. i guess a lot of people do know that, or at least people i've lived with. but i mean really messy, i cant see an inch of floor right now in my room. my clothes are everywhere, my beds unmade. sometimes i do like to be organized, it comes in shorts and last about a day. some people also don't know that i have the inability to finish anything. i can start project after project, thing after thing. and never finish. i know this situation would bother most people but the truth is i don't really care. i can see my messiness and incompleteness bothers others but maybe they should care more about their own.

School

So school, its great! especially when it is nice outside. today i sat outside from 9-5 and loved it. we played frisbee and just sat around. i understand that we don't go to school to sit on the quad, but wouldn't life be so much better if we did? we wouldnt have to do blogs or study or room ten and just hang out and everyday would be sunny. i really hope my english class on tuesday will be held outside or at breakfast....hmmm....hint...hint. well this blog is getting boring but here it is

schoool

well school is not going that swell right now, senior spring mentality has set in but the weather is not really there to match it which is a huge disapointment. i acutally think now that im less stressed out about work becaseu grades dont count as much, i have been doing almost jsut as well in school. its also reallyyyy hard not to talk in school. i tried a couple of times today and failed misserably on multiple occasions.

What (most) you dont know is

this is embarrassing but i can never think of anything else to say so i was in a dance instruction video in 8th grade. peak of awkardness, the week before i got my braces off. it was my first real job and i got paid 500 dollarss and was by far the oldest kid there. theres a website and place to order and everything it is very intense and yeah so i used to be a stellar dancer.

so school...

So school. Wow there is so much to say, I don't know where to start. So i have about 2 and a half hours free every day except for Wednesday and Thursday. I don't mind school, i have never really minded it. I actually li9ek it. Classes are easy to get through, and your with your friends. Especially because there is about a month left, I am all about making the most of everything. I rather be out during 45 and be up later doing work, or bothering people in the library during study hall ,when i don't have work. but lets face it. I usually do have work, and let me tell you, it sucks. School is school, and if you just pout about it, you are gonna be miserable, because there is nothing you can do about it, unless you like reports

What you peeps dont know

What all you peeps dont know about kitty is that kitty LOVESS lovess loves m and m's and peanut butter. I crave m andm's constantly their are my favorite candy and have been since forever. The blue m and m's are my favorite. I love all the types of m and m's but my ultime favorite are the milk chocolate and then the dark chocolate ones. The peanut butter and chocolate m and m's i have to say are also spectacular. My peanut butter obession started last year. Peanut butter loves kitty and kitty loves peanut butter, its a very healthy relationship. I can eat peanut butter with anything, bananas, strawberries, chocolate, pretzels, chips like anything and i dip it in peanut butter. I also just love eating it plain. Spoonfuls of peanut butter are truly fantastic however i tell myself i just want one scoop and it never really happens because before i know half the can is gone.

My late when no one is looking

For me my block 2 math class is so hard to concetrate through the entire 40 mintues and when its an hour block i go insane. In order to keep somewhat attentive I go to the bathroom every single class during that time, i have to because i need a break not to go to the bathroom but to walk around and get air. So i try to discretely get out of my desk when shes not looking as well as the class, just because i dont want them to think i have a problem considering i go every single time. Everyone in the foyer notices and they say i have an uncontrolable bladder which is completely false, however seems very true. this bad habbit started in the winter when i really lost focus in math because i was into college and didnt feel the need to try as hard as i did in the fall.

it is april 18

which means we have very little time left here. im so excited to go to college but there is one problem, and that is I don't know where I am going next year. I can not make decisions. When my mom asks me in the mornings if I want a granola bar or yogurt (yes my mom gets breakfast out for me what are you going to do about it), I usually can't even answer her then. If I get so worked up about whether or not I really want a granola bar every single morning, I don't see this decisionmaking process going so well. I just don't know. I am going to miss westminster though. too bad theres no such thing as a fifth year... oh wait...

zimbabwe

sounds. where do i start... as a general rule I make weird sounds more often than i actually produce words. If I accidentaly mess something up, drop something, trip, walk into someone, find myself making eye contact with someone unexpectedly, drop the lacrosse ball - really any mistake at all, and I make them a lot - I tend to say "mrrehhh." I don't know where this originated, and I don't know what it means. I don't mean to make it, either, but it just comes out. When this strange phenomena started earlier this year, i was surprised every time that noise escaped my mouth, but for some reason, I just couldn't stop it. Now, i am completely oblivious to it, and the noise is really a very frequently used component of my everyday language. Mreh another blog

SCHOOL

So I'm sitting in Art History Class and its the hourrr block!! i mean like kill me now..k great! We all have to give lectures on certain pictures in the chapter and we spend each and every class with the lights off doing just that, so all you have to really do is listen and from time to time give your lecture. It's funny to observe everyone around the room because everyone is doing their own thing. Erica is next to me preparing her next lecture, Hunter is across from me completely passed out, waking up from time to time until his eyes glaze over and he is out again, Jamie is on my other side on her computer shopping or facebook or something, SKy my is actually paying attention while Clark is pretending to whenever he gets looked at by the teacher and then when the teacher turns away he hits people's stuff off of their desks and hits them and then pretends he doesn't do it. Ali Evans is in her own world trying to get her elxture notes together before its her time, and Caroline is the only student in our class who has everything prepared before hand and gives like 15 hour lectures using like about on an average of 40 times a minute. I am very tired and I am excited to go in the foyer when the bell rings so I can get in some social time..jk..but seriously. It wakes me up a little to go out there in between classes. There's so much energy in the foyer that you can't be tired. Anyways, there is 10 more minutes in class, and it's almost my turn to give my lecture so yea..see ya!

One Thing People Don't Really Know About Me Is....

Complete this thought in the comments area.

wilson

when im alone...

sometimes i trip and fall down, i mean obviously i do it in public, but when it happens alone my reaction is always different. i never know weather i should laugh it off, be embarrased, or just get up. when no one is around to watch you fall is it still okay to laugh? i sit on the ground or on the floor confused wondering how should i react. where if it happened in public i would just laugh

sounds i make

ugghll..when i start to fallor trip or drop something sometimes it just comes out. people generally make fun of this noise but I cant help it. umm is another thing i acciedntly say when im thinking again it just happens even when i consciecely think about what im saying i cant help it....

so its a little late but the sound i make it ptwowww. although I say it, i believe it is more a random sound than a word. it has great versatility. I use it in positive situations, like answering a tough question "PTWOW" or negative ones like getting a bad quiz back a short little ya well ptwow sums up the mellen collie feeling. the othery day in anatomy i said ya well ptwow to warnke when she made a comment about a quiz or something and even mr berry enjoyed it. annnnnd ptwow

i ate 7 cadbury cream eggs last night

Umm so weird noises...basically the only thing i am good at in life. Hence why i named my blog page "i make weird noises". I have a disorder where i make highly unnecessary, extreamly inappropriate, and very embarassing noises at random times throughout the day. They particularly occur whenever i get hurt and i let a little squeal out and the whole librbary, foyer, or room turnes to see who or what made such a God aweful sound. The worst example of this was at the choate lax game last year. I was behind the choate net and a girl came from around the crease and checked me, missing my stick compleatlym and nailing me in the head. It hurt, and i made that perfectly evident when i screamed at the top of my lungs and droppped to my knees. A simple ouch would have cut it...but noooooo, i had to get the entire wild boar campus to look in my general direction. As yopu can tell this is something i have been struggeling with for a long time. The only benefical part that have arised from it was that i met and bondded with my good friend kelsea at a WNA meeting.

THAT IS KELSOOOOOOOOOO

meoowwwwwww

when you hear the slight meowwing in baxtar or out the windows of edge or a sweet whisper in your ear..its usually me. I make this sound because i feel like it, i have no idea why i do it, but for some reason it tickles my stomach every time. its a knee slapper i tell ya. Anyways i do like cats and sometimes im out behind edge trying to catch mr. popes cat while at the same time trying to save the litttle innocent mice that he savagely ripes to shreads.I also make this noise when no one is looking its fun and people think im so bizzare for doing it but i enjoy the looks on peoples faces when they actually think a kitty is in the room because my meowing is so real. ballsss to the walll and everyone get excited for cinco de mayoooooo...nice work out there kelsoooo

when no one's looking

i sing alot when no one is looking. especially when i'm driving. i always sing to my music, but i'm a terrible singer. And the best part is i think nobody can hear/see me, although i'm sure people can see me passionately singing along when they pass me or in their rearview mirror, and they are probably laughing at me.

i want to be her

blaaaaaaeerhh

So this is kind of a strange noise. but i make it alot when i'm playing tennis and i hit a bad shot. or any other kind of sport when i do something wrong/bad, which happens very often. i also tend to make an awkward face when i say it, like i'm really disappointed in myself. that is until someone told me i look constipated when i make that face, so i'm pretty much done wiht that.

when no one's looking

i probably do things i dont want other people to see. sometimes i sing because my voice is so bad i can't sing in front of people.

sounds i make

its kinda liek a dlaaaahhh if something wrong happend or someone said somethign they shouldn't have. its weird i dont know why i say it but i think its because i want whoever it is to stop doing what they are doing or stop saying what they are saying.

sounds I make: HO HO

The ho ho call comes out of my mouth from time to time whenever I say something that I feel is very funny or anytime I am pumped up about something. It is a very funny sound to make and it really does roll right off the tongue. It sounds best if it is said loudly and quickly. I don’t exactly know where this came about but nonetheless it is very rewarding to let out a loud ho ho.

boyfreind

the sound i make is: narrragggeghsag

That is a very akward noise, but i am a very awkward person so it makes sense. I use this noise when i play sports (yeah right), and by sports i mean i lay in the grass and complain about how i want to take a nap and eat a sandwidge. But when i am forced to runnn and i miss the ball, which is everytime, i make this noise, or i say OH GOD! i also make this noise when i am nervous whilst watching prision break, or when i am complaining about how i want a feed and we dont have one. The moral of the story is that i complain a lot. Anyhow, one time when i was attempting to play field hockey and failing last fall, i went to go get the ball, and so did this other girl at the same time, and for some reason, us both hitting the ball caused it to go flying up in her face, hit her in the eyebrow and cause her to get 8 stiches. I then goty very awkward not knowing what to do, therefore i stood there and stared at her, and made this noise.

this is sparta!!!!!

Sounds I Make

"hhrrrrggggg"

If you could not figure it out. that is the sound of me growelinig. I am not quite sure how I started making this sound, but one day i just started groweling whenever i got mad or frustrated. So yeah, whenever I am angry, I tend to growel.
A week ago, i went to the doctors, and the lady at the desk was so cooperating the way I wanted her to. She was making annoying comments, and I thought it was rude. My mom was standing next to me, and right before we went to the desk, I randomly told her about this new groweling problem. So she saw me getting frustrtaed at teh desk, and new i was about to, and so she told me to resist the fact. Of course my mom and I are the same person, so we both laugh at our own and eachothers jokes. So pretty much, i was groweling/ laughing in the waiting room with old people looking at the two of us akwardly. I guess its a bad habbit, it is kind of weird. I should probably try to stop.

what a great day....not

i had to wake up earlier than normal in order to have time to study for some inclass writing assignment in apes. I made it to breakfast and they had blueberry pancakes, i was so happy. At that point everything was great. But then i realized at 8 am that i had to go to math with mr. ulrich and it went all downhill form there. I sat through another boring class, not understanding a damn thing. I got a 1 out of 10 for the second time on a quiz. Then as i was leaving class, webb ended up hitting me the head accidently, but it really hurt. Now, as i am writing this, max just came up and pinched me on the arm. What is with this, why do people find it necessary to hurt someone, especially me. ahah. but really, i am about to go to lunch so everything will be good in T minus 20 minutes.

Thats great

Well today I had a baseball at Kent and I am not happy to report that it was one of the most miserable athletic experiences of my life. For starters it was absolutely freezing. When I went out to catch during the first inning i was lucky enough to have snow pelting me in the face. Catching the ball in this type of weather is far from pleasant to say the least and throwing it is even harder. To top this all off, i was lucky enough to take a foul ball directly in the male region. I love baseball, but to be honest all i wanted was the game to end. The game was close the whole time so there was not letting up on either side. We ended up losing by three runs. Just great.

Sounds I make....pshhh

Pshh....like pshhh shutup you know I'm right...or pshh like I so knew that was going to happen

that's also a sound that i make when im trying to think of something to say but nothing comes to mind. it's kindof a problem.. its like you're trying to think of a good comeback but then you cant and they call you out on it and you're like pshh i just didn't want to hurt your feelings, i had such a good one though. mm k bye

woops i posted the pictuer twice and i dont know how to delete it...so yea sorry guys

These are a few of my favorite things...

You had a blood transfusion in the 80's?

So i'm late for practice and changing in the back seat of my car in the senior lot. I have music playing and nobody's around. i start changing and all the sudden i see a car pulling out, but i figure they can't see me. All of the sudden someone starts walking towards my car..its pats mom. i dont have a shirt on. she thinks someone left their lights on, but then she sees a body and assumes i'm not alone in the car. then she runs away, thinking she walked in on two people. nice.

Prison Break

So yesterday, Leila and I watched 9 episodes of Prison Break. It was amazing. 1 im obsessed with wentworth miller, his eyes are so green. i love him. we are married. 2. its a sick show. it makes you think, what woudl you do if you were on death row. I mean i geuss i would just sit it out, i would probably want to kill myself so i didnt have to suffer the pain of the chair, but at the same time, there is always the hope that you can get out. I cant imagine i woudl ever do anything to get myself on deathr row, but imagine being set up. I think it would be so fun to break out of prision, especially with wentworth, i love him. Hes liek obsessed with prison, i dont know how he is going to deal being out. And then again he is in love with the doctor, but she is rightfully so obsessed with him. DONT DO MORPINE. anyhow, no one tell me what happens, i still have an episode left on the first sseaons

when no one's looking...

Dooot Dedooo...

like I was minding my own business when suddenly....
that's what I use...to sound like I was being unassuming, or to just make a sound because it's too awkwardly quiet to not make a sound...
or to ease up a tense situation....
and because my friend makes that sound all the time when he thinks he actually being sly by doing the 'tap the far shoulder to make you look that way' act...

but it's a comforting sound...I do it on my own...even when no one's around, and sometimes, when I hear myself...I laugh. I know. lame, but it's kinda funny. and kinda nice.

dontreadthis

im still very uncomfortable writing on blogs. i had a very good call yesterday on practice being a pool workout today and warnke didn't belive mee and i was righttt, just gunna throw that out there. i also want to recommend watching unforgivable on utube, like all of them, they are hillarious. and judging by the w and l facebook group on facebook, i know im a loser, there are some pretty um interesting kids going next year. they would enjoy this blogging i think.

Sitting here

So i'm sitting in my bed right now talking on the phone to my dad. He just goes on and on and on...let's just say he's a rambling man...anyways so he thinks im deaf im pretty sure because he has to repeat things like 40 times and doesn't think i hear him even after i respond. He comes off as such a nice guy to everyone and people ask me how i can get so annoyed and mad at him and how i can be mean to him but they don't see that side of him. They only see the side of him where he is being nicer than ever and asking me if i want anything.. o great nevermind about my dad he just hung up on me...so anyways i'm listening to some Taylor Swift right now and it's very soothing. The pictures on my wall all see to be falling off because they have been up there for so long, but I love to look at them. All my pictures remind me of such good memories; my trip to honduras, costa rica, and the bahamas, a week i spent with my sister in florida, my little brother, the fun weekends in Darien, Mountain Day, the list goes on and on. I love pictures. They are one of the best ways to remember things. They make you laugh, smile, cry, and just reminsce on old times. So yeah that's about it. byee!

sleeepyyy

So today, i didnt go to school, not because i was sick but simply because i couldnt get out of bed. It was just one of those days. Melissa came into my room and tried to convince me to go to school, however i simply told her that my legs had been cut off and that i was unable to go to school. It didnt phase me that i was goign to get a shitload of reports because frankly a 3 day vacation to home sounded great. At 10 30 she came back into my room. I had missed 1 class and assembly and was missing my second class when she told me to go to the health center. Being a good friend she forced me out of bed and i somehow made my way to the health center. Looking as i did, the nurses obvisouly gave me a sick day considering i looked like i had been run over by a truck. When i made it back to my room i was pissed that i was sort of awake, so i had this amazing idea to take tylenol pm at 11 am in the morning, thinking that i would be able to go to sleep. The directions i read carefully which explained you should only take 1 or 2, but i wanted a good sleep so i took 3. funny. I woke up at 7 that night and really dont have any recollection of what had happened. Im quite delerious right now, and i just took 2 more beause otherwise im not going to sleep tonight. So i probs wont remeber writing this tmr.

I'd rather be here

so what is curious george like in real life

ok so last night i was coughing a lot and couldn't fall asleep, so i got out of bed in search of cough syrup. i really haven't had cough syrup in a very long time, and i was surprised to find not the usual disgusting "cherry" cough medicine, but rather a curious orange delight. My throat was feeling super dry and i was pretty thirsty and i couldn't find any of those little medicine cups with the measures on them, so i just poured some into the cap and drank up. it was so good. so i ended up drinking like 7 capfuls (almost stopped at 5 but it was so delicious that i took another and then i can't deal with even numbers so i had to take one more), was instantly relieved of my cough and fell right asleep. seriously Delsym i highly recommend it if you have a cough like mine because not only does it work but it tastes a dream. also does anybody own the neverending story because i would really like to watch that as soon as possible

So i was just thinking about the weird habits that people have and unless you really get to know a person you never pick up on them. Such as I can only use two pens ( a BIC gel pen and a BIC .5 lead pencil) to write in my planner and wont use any other writting utencil, and i wont let anyone else write in it except for me. And also before I go to bed at home I turn off all the lights in my room, except my overhead light switch is outside my bedroom. The over head is weird because you can set the lighting to differant moods and goes from really bright to dim with about 12 shades inbetween. So every night i have to stick my hand outside and hit the light switch and before the lights can go from very bright to off I have to run and jump onto my bed. Its weird but i have to do it. It is these things along with only going through middle doors, putting my left shoe on before my right, and having to keep my cell phone in my right pocket at all times and many more corks that i find interesting/ i wish i could make them stop. These habits remind me of my old roommates OCD, however OCD would probably be easier to coup with. Becasue when someone writes "hi" in my planner in a purple pen and i start to tear up... I can't balme it on a medical condition that i take perscriptions for for...instead i have to be like umm hey...i just have something in my eye...please dont write in that k great thanks..

so for all you soccer fans out there Manchester United plays Roma on Wednesday in the champions league tournament. This is the first time these teams will play each other, it should be a great game with the first leg in Italy. Since Tyler Daly and I are basically the only soccer fans here at westy and he graduated 3 years ago ill probably be the only one watching this game which is at 2 45 on espn. If i had to bet i would go with a 1 to 0 win for Manchester United with a goal by either Wayne Rooney or Cristiano Ronaldo. Lets be honest soccer is kind of my life.

i really dont like commercials on tv. I think its a shame how corporate a lot of things have become. we are very immune to it and don't even realize it. for instance when i go to fenway park i feel like i am in a very historic place. yet, if i look anywhere in the park there are huge signs for Giant Glass, bud light, northeastern university etc. I understand how helpful advertising can be to a companys success but its just a shame. im not going to be a hippie and fight it because one day it may get me a job.

There are some commercials on tv that i really enjoy though. if your going to spend millions advertising, at least do it right. The careerbuilder.com commercials with a guy working with an office of monkeys is hilarious. also, im sitting here listening to the techno song from the geico caveman commercials. as he stands on a walkway in teh airport he passes a huge "so easy a caveman can do it" sign.

ooooo nice

unrelated but touching

Breakfast Club

So I'm sitting here in Sunday Hall. It's really not that bad, I got up at 9:30-went to Starbucks and got back in time for the begining of it. Now I have had Starbucks and done the majority of my homework (hence this post). So I think writtting blogs is a pretty emo thing to do. I mean when I think of a blog I think of a 15 year old boy wearing makeup and skin tight pants bitching about how tough geometry is. I guess it is kind of interesting to see what other people are writting about, but I don't see it becoming a facebook-like addiction for me anytime soon. So I really want to see TMNT but I haven't gotten a chance, I'm sure rediculously good looking Melissa would come with, its her kind of thing. Wow my grammar and punctution really sucks, but honestly, i don't know how to fix it. Alright, hopefully, this is long enough to count as an assignment.


welp cya later

kerplunk

it's somewhat comforting to hear, that sound 'kerplunk': the way you know that a stone, as light as it may feel in your hand, still bears the weight and value, perhaps to make a sound. or make a ripple, if you will.

there are also times in my life when things just go 'kerplunk'. they just land. it's not quite 'kaput', because 'kaput' seems to designate itself with finality. or so to say, "It is done." there is no hope left, nothing to revive, or nothing left to savor.

just this morning, when I had to tell two of my sections that I would not be returning next year, things just went kerplunk. I didn't really know what to expect, but at the same time, because I know that word had been getting around, and that it wouldn't be all the big a deal to some students, the words, "I just wanted to let you know that I won't be returning next year...." and the words that followed after that just kinda sank. one of my sections was actually more responsive than the other, and more curious. the other? kerplunk. but all in all. what can I expect--it's awkward enough for me to have to tell them news that they should have heard from me first, and about a week and a half ago, but in all honesty, I'm not one to make a big deal about such things...I don't want it to be a big deal, nor do I think it is a big deal.

but I don't want to be 'kaput'. I'd like to think that maybe, even if my memory sinks to the bottom of the teaching pond here, that maybe, just maybe I'll get kicked up to the surface every now and then.

thunk a lunk

It's never easy to.... (finish it and then describe/explain it)