Kick Drum Heart


Yea, tho’ I walk through the hallway of the crapload of Regents

1/27/09     7:10 AM    The Car

I am not feeling too hot right now. My stomach is still unsettled (although not NEARLY to the extent it was yesterday). I’m on my way to take the Math B Regents for the fourth time. I have never failed it– I just have yet to get the score I want on it, and it’s the one exam I don’t mind taking again.

I had a Kashi granola bar and a cup of coffee for breakfast. And now I really don’t feel so great. Oh, uhg. I thought it was better than eating nothing! which is what I wanted to do.

I just want to go home and head back to bed. I never don’t usually want this… but today it sounds perfect. Heavenly, in fact.

Alright, time to go. Here’s the school.

Oh; but my mom and sister are talking about the dentist, which reminds me– I had a dream last night that I was at school and there was a smiley poster for free dental care for one day only– the “Day of Smiles.” Strange!



Remember

I just got done with a pretty gay myspace survey; but it started out talking about 2008. I got a little sentimental thinking back on the year, which encompassed everything from the shitty times last winter with issues and miscommunication to the shitty times this spring and summer with some more issues and my inability to communicate altogether. But it also covered the kickass summer with Caitlin, Michelle, and bonfires and the blanket game to this school year, my best yet– with friends and Aida and mudslides and hot tubs and sledding and friends and photo shoots.

I want 2009 to be a continuation of the time from July  to December.

I want fun with friends and family. I want the bond with my sister to strengthen and expand. I want another mudslide ;) I want to be able to play some ferocious xylophone and bust out the Puccini like nobody’s business. I want to have so much excitement and happiness that I feel like I’m going to start glowing with optimism. I want to work my butt off and be motivated and feel like a success as a person.

I want 2009 to be the best year of my life so far.

I’m going to remember 2008: there were a lot of hard-learned lessons that I need to keep with me. But I want to be able to put the crap that accompanied those lessons behind me and move forward as my own independent person. And I will, despite it all. Shboom shboom, son.



Glittering snow

Whoo, boy. Tonight was a blast. I had a few people over and we made three separate journeys into the freezing air to sled down my front hill and into the pasture. It’ll be a wonder if we don’t all have pneumonia tomorrow morning from all the abrupt temperature changes: we’d go from frost-bitten to overheated as soon as we stepped inside and were blasted with warmth from the woodstove.

All in all it was a good time. Even though it was so cold some of us bled.

Aaand maybe once or twice we narrowly avoided dead by beheading via tree. Or trailer. Or fence.

Next time, we’ll hopefully go sledding at Emily’s with two toboggans, instead of trying to cram eight people onto one. Then we can race :) And drink hot cocoa and coffee, and make fun of a certain inability to open earmuffs.

I know it sounds unusual, and no, I don’t believe in predestination, but I feel like maybe the cancellation of the dance was a good thing. Maybe it happened for a reason. I don’t believe in the least that this entire get-together was planned out by some higher power (it was actually all planned by me), but maybe it was pre-arranged that everyone who came had the night free. Maybe the snowfall Friday was timed exactly. Who could know? But it seems mighty convenient that we had so much fun “coincidentally.”

It’s something to think about.

Whatever it was, this evening was better than any dance I’ve been to. :)