Ode to the 80's
I was born in November 1989; therefore, I caught the end of the last year of the 80's decade. Of all the decades I had to miss, why the 80's? Why couldn't I have at least been old enough to get the poofy hair and the crazy neon-colored spandex? Not only was the fashion ridiculously hot, but the music was amazing. 80's rock is the best music out there. I love watching movies like The Wedding Singer and 13 Going on 30. The soundtracks are awesome, the fashion is inspirational, and just ... I love it. We always blast the 80's station at work on the radio. And slowly, the fashion is coming back. Leggings, bright colors, crazy make-up, and cut off clothes ... oh bring it onnnnnn.
I'm going to be the biggest workaholic when I grow up.
I'm not going into Optometry, I'm just going to work my life away. Right now I'm working at the Hunt Club. I plan on going back to the Ice Cream Shop and then I would really like to work at a camp this summer. And I love it. I like having my time off but at the same time, I love working. I can't wait 'til I'm older and I can work like crazy and then take off days and go traveling with my husband (I'm becoming more accepting to marriage... that's for later) around the world. After all, you only get one life. I want to see as much as I can and do as much as I can do.
I am becoming more open to marriage.
Though I don't always want to admit it ... I want to be in love. I like that feeling. I like the idea of someone being there all the time. I like that I get to be that for someone else. I don't really know how else to express it which is also something else I need to work on. For some reason, I'm really good about keeping my feelings to myself and hiding them. Or just flat out forgetting them. And I need to learn how to share them, or at least express them in some way rather than void them all together.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Randoms and Secrets for the Week
I wish I was a dancer. Not only do they ahe killer bodies, it's amazing how they cna move. Not to mention dancing is just ... such a stress reliever. And so many other things ;)
I want to tend bar when I get in college. I just finished watching Coyote Ugly and I don't exactly want to tend bar like they do ... but like I do at the Hunt Club or like the girls did at Time Out. Not only do you make excellent money, socializing is part of your job description. And you get to talk- I'm great at talking.
I am NOT gothic. Black is just very much a part of my wardrobe.
Every once and a while, I wish I had red hair. A girl came into the bar tonight with the most beautiful red hair.
Every girl wishes she were a princess. I just watched the Prince and Me today ... great movie. Princess Diaries, great movie. Some channel is coming out with a movie called Princess. A Little Princess was a fabulous movie. Anything with princess in it is amazing. Face it, as a child, every girl wanted to wake up and be a princess. Wear the crown, get the jewelery, flaunt the gown ... you know. The whole she-bang.
We're all hypocrites. You know it's true.
The best way to start your day is breakfast. Not only is this a proven fact, but it's the best tasting meal of the day. I'm telling you, I could eat breakfast every meal of the day for a week. Any place that serves breakfast any day of the week at any time, you'll definately find me there.
Secretly, I want love. Secretly, I'm romantic. I just choose not to show it I guess. It's something I'm trying to work on. I'm a boy when it comes to showing emotion. I don't cry, I don't share my feelings, I don't like talking about my feelings. I'm weird I guess. They're in there somewhere; I've just got to find them.
$3.39 a gallon is a bit ridiculous. I'm beginning to wonder if I should just resort to biking or runnning everywhere I go. Literally...
I want to tend bar when I get in college. I just finished watching Coyote Ugly and I don't exactly want to tend bar like they do ... but like I do at the Hunt Club or like the girls did at Time Out. Not only do you make excellent money, socializing is part of your job description. And you get to talk- I'm great at talking.
I am NOT gothic. Black is just very much a part of my wardrobe.
Every once and a while, I wish I had red hair. A girl came into the bar tonight with the most beautiful red hair.
Every girl wishes she were a princess. I just watched the Prince and Me today ... great movie. Princess Diaries, great movie. Some channel is coming out with a movie called Princess. A Little Princess was a fabulous movie. Anything with princess in it is amazing. Face it, as a child, every girl wanted to wake up and be a princess. Wear the crown, get the jewelery, flaunt the gown ... you know. The whole she-bang.
We're all hypocrites. You know it's true.
The best way to start your day is breakfast. Not only is this a proven fact, but it's the best tasting meal of the day. I'm telling you, I could eat breakfast every meal of the day for a week. Any place that serves breakfast any day of the week at any time, you'll definately find me there.
Secretly, I want love. Secretly, I'm romantic. I just choose not to show it I guess. It's something I'm trying to work on. I'm a boy when it comes to showing emotion. I don't cry, I don't share my feelings, I don't like talking about my feelings. I'm weird I guess. They're in there somewhere; I've just got to find them.
$3.39 a gallon is a bit ridiculous. I'm beginning to wonder if I should just resort to biking or runnning everywhere I go. Literally...
Sunday, March 23, 2008
bar stories :)
For a person who hates drinking so much, I love working at bars. It's exactly how babysitting is a form of birth control; working at a bar shows me exactly what it's like to drink, so I just ... "live" through their drinking experiences. I've worked in at least one bar for over a year now; I've worked in two bars for two months now, though I just quit the newer one. Over the past year and some odd months, I've developed quite a lengthy list of bar stories. These stories range from awkward drink orders from my English teacher, to basically, witnessing a soft porn sequence between two drunk people as I wash glasses. I've seen people almost fight, people spill things, people not be able to talk, and a number of attempts of being hit on or stalked.
So rather than tell my own drunk stories (especially since I don't have any... ) I will share other peoples :)
So here are a few of my favorites :)
The English Teacher
My English teacher from last year is someone I would consider a bit old fashioned. She went to Hillsdale so she's quite conservative; she's married, leads the Boys and Girl Bible Study groups for our school, and she is one of the toughest and most difficult teachers to work with. Well picture this fresh-out-of-college teacher showing up to my bar in a pair of a jeans and a tshirt with a bunch of her friends and her husband, then looking at me, calling me Megan, and telling me she'd like a strong Long Island Ice Tea. I guess everyone has to have their fun, but I didn't exactly picture Mrs. Wells the type to drink a Long Island.
My Bandana Boyfriend (probably the best ever story)
Regulars are the people who come in all the time; we typically know them on a first name basis, or at least know what they always drink. There are many Regulars in a small town, especially my town. This one guy, my Bandana Boyfriend is what he earned after the first night I met him. He used to come in and drink bottles and bottles of BudLight. The first night he came in, he gave me $6 because "I smelled good." Hey, I'm down. I wore that same perfume every night after that :) The second time he came in, he played Keno. I was told by the other servers that he never tipped though they always waited on him like crazy. I would simply take the Keno slips to a server who could run it (since I was under 18) and they would run it for me. First, he asked me if he could buy me a drink. No buddy; first of all, I'm not even old enough to drink, and second of all, I'm currently working. You just watched me dump out your last beer so you could get a new one. After that, he told me that every time he'd win, he'd split the winnings with me. Once again, I'm down :) The first round, he won $22 so that was $11 cash in my pocket. I told the girls about it; they didn't seem to happy that I was just standing there, taking their money. He won one more time, $22, so I got another $11. I split that with his server so she got a tip. Whooo! $17 extra cash in my pocket!! The third time he came in, he came in with his son. They rode their bicycles ... yes, bicycles. To the bar. To drink. Real BA's. Anyways.. they came and they weren't exactly sober. It was his son's birthday so they were pounding beers, shots, and playing Keno ... or atleast trying to. When they first came in, their server dragged me down to the opposite end of the bar to keep the old guy from hitting on me. She remembered that I have bummed $30 off of this guy before so she sends me back down to try to get some cash outta him. His son attempts to stand up and just falls flat on his face. He's trashed, he can't talk, he hit his head on the way down, and his dad is sitting there trying to help him up as he drinks his beer and keeps an eye on his Keno numbers. Meanwhile, the son's eyes are basically rolling to the back of his head. After the old guy calls the son every cuss word in the book, someone goes and gets one of our cooks to help him up. We tell him he has to leave, he's been cut off and they help him outside. The old guy stays at the bar. Lindsay (his server) goes down to talk to him and tell him he needs to leave; basically in one ear and out the other. Finally after cussing her out as well, he got up and turned to go back in the bathroom. The son is out back, outside, on the sidewalk, almost passed out. He's threatening a lawsuit because he fell and hit his head. This means cops and Rick, the manager. The old guy is in the bathroom, talking to himself when an off duty cop that was drinking upstairs steps in to try and help get the old guy outside who is currently talking to the urinal. "_ _ _ _ cops. I _ _ _ _ ing hate cops. They're _ _ _ _ ing pigs. Hell, I am a _ _ _ _ ing cop."
So then the real cops do come and take both of them away. In cop cars. And they never come back again. And I never did get anymore money out of him :(
That was a long one, so I'll tell more another time :)
By the way, both of these occurred at the Hunt Club :P
[PS]
a great quote :D
Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many people call you & it's not about who you've dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all. It isn't about who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes you. It's not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school. In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or college that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that.But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness, & compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it's about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life's about.
So rather than tell my own drunk stories (especially since I don't have any... ) I will share other peoples :)
So here are a few of my favorites :)
The English Teacher
My English teacher from last year is someone I would consider a bit old fashioned. She went to Hillsdale so she's quite conservative; she's married, leads the Boys and Girl Bible Study groups for our school, and she is one of the toughest and most difficult teachers to work with. Well picture this fresh-out-of-college teacher showing up to my bar in a pair of a jeans and a tshirt with a bunch of her friends and her husband, then looking at me, calling me Megan, and telling me she'd like a strong Long Island Ice Tea. I guess everyone has to have their fun, but I didn't exactly picture Mrs. Wells the type to drink a Long Island.
My Bandana Boyfriend (probably the best ever story)
Regulars are the people who come in all the time; we typically know them on a first name basis, or at least know what they always drink. There are many Regulars in a small town, especially my town. This one guy, my Bandana Boyfriend is what he earned after the first night I met him. He used to come in and drink bottles and bottles of BudLight. The first night he came in, he gave me $6 because "I smelled good." Hey, I'm down. I wore that same perfume every night after that :) The second time he came in, he played Keno. I was told by the other servers that he never tipped though they always waited on him like crazy. I would simply take the Keno slips to a server who could run it (since I was under 18) and they would run it for me. First, he asked me if he could buy me a drink. No buddy; first of all, I'm not even old enough to drink, and second of all, I'm currently working. You just watched me dump out your last beer so you could get a new one. After that, he told me that every time he'd win, he'd split the winnings with me. Once again, I'm down :) The first round, he won $22 so that was $11 cash in my pocket. I told the girls about it; they didn't seem to happy that I was just standing there, taking their money. He won one more time, $22, so I got another $11. I split that with his server so she got a tip. Whooo! $17 extra cash in my pocket!! The third time he came in, he came in with his son. They rode their bicycles ... yes, bicycles. To the bar. To drink. Real BA's. Anyways.. they came and they weren't exactly sober. It was his son's birthday so they were pounding beers, shots, and playing Keno ... or atleast trying to. When they first came in, their server dragged me down to the opposite end of the bar to keep the old guy from hitting on me. She remembered that I have bummed $30 off of this guy before so she sends me back down to try to get some cash outta him. His son attempts to stand up and just falls flat on his face. He's trashed, he can't talk, he hit his head on the way down, and his dad is sitting there trying to help him up as he drinks his beer and keeps an eye on his Keno numbers. Meanwhile, the son's eyes are basically rolling to the back of his head. After the old guy calls the son every cuss word in the book, someone goes and gets one of our cooks to help him up. We tell him he has to leave, he's been cut off and they help him outside. The old guy stays at the bar. Lindsay (his server) goes down to talk to him and tell him he needs to leave; basically in one ear and out the other. Finally after cussing her out as well, he got up and turned to go back in the bathroom. The son is out back, outside, on the sidewalk, almost passed out. He's threatening a lawsuit because he fell and hit his head. This means cops and Rick, the manager. The old guy is in the bathroom, talking to himself when an off duty cop that was drinking upstairs steps in to try and help get the old guy outside who is currently talking to the urinal. "_ _ _ _ cops. I _ _ _ _ ing hate cops. They're _ _ _ _ ing pigs. Hell, I am a _ _ _ _ ing cop."
So then the real cops do come and take both of them away. In cop cars. And they never come back again. And I never did get anymore money out of him :(
That was a long one, so I'll tell more another time :)
By the way, both of these occurred at the Hunt Club :P
[PS]
a great quote :D
Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many people call you & it's not about who you've dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all. It isn't about who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes you. It's not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school. In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or college that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that.But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness, & compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it's about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life's about.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thoroughly p0ed. But trying to move past...
I'm watching the Titanic on tnt. What a horrible thing. After being on a cruise ship, I can't imagine being out in the middle of the Atlantic and sinking. I understand the movie was all Hollywood and a fictional story but the fact that it even happened is so unbelieveable.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Opportunities
The Hills starts up tomorrow :D Whooooo! That was my xc addict show :) Well as I watched the previews today, they talked about how Lauren got an opportunity to go to Paris. It's amazing the things that happen to people and how some people just have them handed to them. Perhaps my world is so small for thinking someone like Lauren Conrad going to Paris is a big deal, but I know I probably won't get a chance to go to Paris before I turn 25 all inclusive through work AND work in fashion. That would be absolutely amazing.
It's crazy how you can just have hook ups with specific people. I'm watching Oprah's Big Give right now and it has Andre Agassi and his wife raising $210,000 for a school that has no playground for their elementary school children, no computers, and no money to buy books or anything else. That is amazing. And because the people on this team could get a hold of Andre Agassi, they got the celebrity who got them the money.
I couldn't be a celebrity. I definately couldn't handle the pressure of being skinny, spending money, showing up at gala events, dressing right, partying vs being a homebody, etc. But celebrities are lucky to be given the opportunities they are given. The fact that they can just donate millions of dollars to organizations, or get things given to them just because of their name, or the fact they can get into the clubs for no money and VIP rooms (okay that's shallow.. but still), or they can travel and help out other countries. I like when they use their star power to do good, rather than get away with a DUI or get paid to party at a club (that is different than just slipping in).
This post is a bit random.
[ps] Tyler, you are a nosey, bossy, cocky blog stalker :)
It's crazy how you can just have hook ups with specific people. I'm watching Oprah's Big Give right now and it has Andre Agassi and his wife raising $210,000 for a school that has no playground for their elementary school children, no computers, and no money to buy books or anything else. That is amazing. And because the people on this team could get a hold of Andre Agassi, they got the celebrity who got them the money.
I couldn't be a celebrity. I definately couldn't handle the pressure of being skinny, spending money, showing up at gala events, dressing right, partying vs being a homebody, etc. But celebrities are lucky to be given the opportunities they are given. The fact that they can just donate millions of dollars to organizations, or get things given to them just because of their name, or the fact they can get into the clubs for no money and VIP rooms (okay that's shallow.. but still), or they can travel and help out other countries. I like when they use their star power to do good, rather than get away with a DUI or get paid to party at a club (that is different than just slipping in).
This post is a bit random.
[ps] Tyler, you are a nosey, bossy, cocky blog stalker :)
Saturday, March 15, 2008
My List of Things to Do
I decided I want to make a list of things I'd like to do throughout my lifetime. Things to accomplish, places I want to go , people I want to meet, things I want to do. So why not write it now :)
I want to travel to Italy. Positano to be exact. And then Venice.
I want to own a pug dog :)
I want to run in a marathon ... xc races don't count.
I want to make my own outfit ... design it, sew it, wear it.
I want to see the Pacific Ocean.
I want to meet someone famous.
I want to go on some sort of missions trip.
I want to learn how to box.
I want to learn how to dance ... fancy dance :)
I want to go to a fashion show.
I want to publish a book.
I want to become an eye doctor.
I want to live in a log house.
I want to try sushi.
I want to visit Buckingham Palace.
I want to live in New York City.
I want to go to college.
I want to fall in love again.
I want to know who I am.
I want to learn how to fix cars.
I want to work in a department store.
I want to own a Bowflex.
I want to own a horse.
I want to learn how to drive a stick shift.
I want to grow my hair out really long ... then cut it really short.
I want to learn how to cook ... good.
Guess I've got a lot to do :S
I want to travel to Italy. Positano to be exact. And then Venice.
I want to own a pug dog :)
I want to run in a marathon ... xc races don't count.
I want to make my own outfit ... design it, sew it, wear it.
I want to see the Pacific Ocean.
I want to meet someone famous.
I want to go on some sort of missions trip.
I want to learn how to box.
I want to learn how to dance ... fancy dance :)
I want to go to a fashion show.
I want to publish a book.
I want to become an eye doctor.
I want to live in a log house.
I want to try sushi.
I want to visit Buckingham Palace.
I want to live in New York City.
I want to go to college.
I want to fall in love again.
I want to know who I am.
I want to learn how to fix cars.
I want to work in a department store.
I want to own a Bowflex.
I want to own a horse.
I want to learn how to drive a stick shift.
I want to grow my hair out really long ... then cut it really short.
I want to learn how to cook ... good.
Guess I've got a lot to do :S
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Old traditions..
So I was looking at my old space tonight and found a bunch of things that are a great way to remember stuff. So I'm going to take a blast from the past and continue some old traditions :)
RANDOMS
I think it would be super cool to be a writer. (Yes, super cool). You could sit in your own world all day long, creating your own lives, problems, happy endings, and bittersweet goodbyes as you'd like. The only problem with this is that you would have to actually finish the stories. I've tried to write stories and sometimes, I can't finish things I've started.
Taco Bell is the best late night snack. I know go there every night after I work at Time Out ... it's only two buildings down ... okay three I think? But it's cheap and just, yummy :) And a lot of college boys go there ;)
Boys clothes are more comfortable than girls clothes. Not saying I'm a boy clothes bandit ... just saying that I like them more :)
I'm a night owl. I am never asleep before 11 or 12 typically. On the weekends, very rarely will you find me in bed before one or two am.
CONFESSIONS
If I could, I would go into fashion or music. I love clothes, shopping, shoes, purses, etc. And I love singing, though I'm not good at it. Fashion is a no 'cause you need to have money to start or even make a name for yourself. And I can't sing, even if my life depended on it.
When I was little, I thought God looked like Big Boy :) In our town he stood on a turntable just over the highway, hamburger in hand like the Statue of Liberty, spinning and spinning round and round. And I thought, "That must be what God looks like; who else gets to turn on the top of the world with a hamburger?"
I will learn how to dance. Ballroom, salsa, slow, swing, anything. Dancing is just ... like music. Dancing is how I respond to the music.
I am still thinking. And I'm not 100% sure ... I'm still at the 50% threshold.
OBSESSIONS
-black tipped fingernails ... real, black tipped fingernails :)
-weight lifting
-running
-working
-h20
-not drinking
-taco bell crunchwraps :D
-days with no make up
-patent leather pumps
-blogging
RANDOMS
I think it would be super cool to be a writer. (Yes, super cool). You could sit in your own world all day long, creating your own lives, problems, happy endings, and bittersweet goodbyes as you'd like. The only problem with this is that you would have to actually finish the stories. I've tried to write stories and sometimes, I can't finish things I've started.
Taco Bell is the best late night snack. I know go there every night after I work at Time Out ... it's only two buildings down ... okay three I think? But it's cheap and just, yummy :) And a lot of college boys go there ;)
Boys clothes are more comfortable than girls clothes. Not saying I'm a boy clothes bandit ... just saying that I like them more :)
I'm a night owl. I am never asleep before 11 or 12 typically. On the weekends, very rarely will you find me in bed before one or two am.
CONFESSIONS
If I could, I would go into fashion or music. I love clothes, shopping, shoes, purses, etc. And I love singing, though I'm not good at it. Fashion is a no 'cause you need to have money to start or even make a name for yourself. And I can't sing, even if my life depended on it.
When I was little, I thought God looked like Big Boy :) In our town he stood on a turntable just over the highway, hamburger in hand like the Statue of Liberty, spinning and spinning round and round. And I thought, "That must be what God looks like; who else gets to turn on the top of the world with a hamburger?"
I will learn how to dance. Ballroom, salsa, slow, swing, anything. Dancing is just ... like music. Dancing is how I respond to the music.
I am still thinking. And I'm not 100% sure ... I'm still at the 50% threshold.
OBSESSIONS
-black tipped fingernails ... real, black tipped fingernails :)
-weight lifting
-running
-working
-h20
-not drinking
-taco bell crunchwraps :D
-days with no make up
-patent leather pumps
-blogging
I promise :)
I've been a real complainer lately. I'm sorry. I promise I'll write something good sometime. I guess I just use my blog more as an area to vent or share my thoughts and opinions on things, which isn't always a positive thing, rather than share what happens every single day of my life. Haha :)
So I will try real hard to be happpppppy :)
But I'm not writing tonight 'cause I'm in a bit of a blah mood..
and remember, no Debbie Downer :P
So I will try real hard to be happpppppy :)
But I'm not writing tonight 'cause I'm in a bit of a blah mood..
and remember, no Debbie Downer :P
Monday, March 10, 2008
just another manic monday..
Today was crazy. And I feel a bit like venting.
Mainly about soccer because it's nothing like it used to be. I have played soccer since fifth grade. I remember when my dad asked my sister and I if we wanted to play. She couldn't wait and I was scared out of my mind- I was shy back then, can you believe it?
Anyways, I started playing with the purple team, then the purple/pink, green, orange, and then finally high school. My freshman year, I had an absolute blast and then was pulled up to Varsity for a few games and then at the end of the season. I was ecstatic to play sophomore year and be the only other sophomore to play on Varsity besides Stephanie.
But then I got sick with mono.
And we all know how that went.
So I came back junior year to play for Potter. I made Varsity and worked really hard ... only to sit the bench half of the season. It wasn't until Audrey Pastula went to Potter and told him she didn't understand why she wasn't playing. I wanted to quit. Finally, he started playing me. I ended up doing pretty well.
This year, I ran cross country to try something new and fell in love. I didn't run in the winter because of injury and then my first day back to run, I rolled my ankle ... bad. So I took more time off and just recently returned to running. I missed conditioning for soccer because I was on vacation.
Today was the first day of try outs. Mr. Wolodkin is helping out which is good because he actually knows what he's talking about. We had to go to Potter's classroom to fill out some forms and there was one where it asked what position we wished to play and had the most experience in. Naturally, I put down right forward. I've played it all of high school. Wolodkin preceeded to stand over me and say, "Woodbury, put midfield down." I just looked at him. Why would I play midfield? I mean I played last year but that was only as a sub. I'm pretty sure I didn't score three 1 vs 1 goals on Columbia Central at Districts as a midfielder. This is my senior year and they want to switch everything around. Potter wants to have 20 girls on Varsity; that's almost two teams and that leaves JV with 11 girls which is exactly one team ... no subs. Stupid. He also wants to not do a diamond defense which is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
I'm just so frusterated. Our soccer program got screwed over the day Mark left and we hired Potter. He doesn't even know what a direct kick is.
Whatever. I'm talking to them about it tomorrow. It's bogus.
Mainly about soccer because it's nothing like it used to be. I have played soccer since fifth grade. I remember when my dad asked my sister and I if we wanted to play. She couldn't wait and I was scared out of my mind- I was shy back then, can you believe it?
Anyways, I started playing with the purple team, then the purple/pink, green, orange, and then finally high school. My freshman year, I had an absolute blast and then was pulled up to Varsity for a few games and then at the end of the season. I was ecstatic to play sophomore year and be the only other sophomore to play on Varsity besides Stephanie.
But then I got sick with mono.
And we all know how that went.
So I came back junior year to play for Potter. I made Varsity and worked really hard ... only to sit the bench half of the season. It wasn't until Audrey Pastula went to Potter and told him she didn't understand why she wasn't playing. I wanted to quit. Finally, he started playing me. I ended up doing pretty well.
This year, I ran cross country to try something new and fell in love. I didn't run in the winter because of injury and then my first day back to run, I rolled my ankle ... bad. So I took more time off and just recently returned to running. I missed conditioning for soccer because I was on vacation.
Today was the first day of try outs. Mr. Wolodkin is helping out which is good because he actually knows what he's talking about. We had to go to Potter's classroom to fill out some forms and there was one where it asked what position we wished to play and had the most experience in. Naturally, I put down right forward. I've played it all of high school. Wolodkin preceeded to stand over me and say, "Woodbury, put midfield down." I just looked at him. Why would I play midfield? I mean I played last year but that was only as a sub. I'm pretty sure I didn't score three 1 vs 1 goals on Columbia Central at Districts as a midfielder. This is my senior year and they want to switch everything around. Potter wants to have 20 girls on Varsity; that's almost two teams and that leaves JV with 11 girls which is exactly one team ... no subs. Stupid. He also wants to not do a diamond defense which is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
I'm just so frusterated. Our soccer program got screwed over the day Mark left and we hired Potter. He doesn't even know what a direct kick is.
Whatever. I'm talking to them about it tomorrow. It's bogus.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
snap back to reality..
As many of my statuses said, I jetted off to paradise this week, leaving on Sunday to reach my destination of Miami, Florida on Monday. Well, we flew out on Monday. Whatever, it was perfect. Minus the jet, and the turbulance, and the early awakening we had to do on Monday morning at five am. But boy, was it worth it :)
To summarize, we flew in, boarded the ship, ate fabulously, lounged luxoriously, didn't lift a finger to do basically, anything, and shopped 'til we dropped (lame I know). Then we flew out, got stuck at Cleveland airport where they were expected to have 18+ inches of snow overnight. So we had to scramble like chickens with our heads cut off to get luggage, figure out what we were going to do, where we were going to go, etc. We were told that we wouldn't be able to get out of the airport 'til Monday afternoon. Yeah, that didn't fly, just like every single airplane in that airport. So we rented a car and drove a ridiculous four hours home in 4 inches of snow on the roads, snow falling from the sky, and snow stuck to our wind shield. Not to mention, snow on my toes because I wore flip flops. Yes, flip flops. I planned on arriving in Cleveland, staying inside, flying to Detroit, and getting picked up curbside by my grandpa to go home to good ol' Westland. But no, it had to snow.
I have to go.
The phone beckons.
To summarize, we flew in, boarded the ship, ate fabulously, lounged luxoriously, didn't lift a finger to do basically, anything, and shopped 'til we dropped (lame I know). Then we flew out, got stuck at Cleveland airport where they were expected to have 18+ inches of snow overnight. So we had to scramble like chickens with our heads cut off to get luggage, figure out what we were going to do, where we were going to go, etc. We were told that we wouldn't be able to get out of the airport 'til Monday afternoon. Yeah, that didn't fly, just like every single airplane in that airport. So we rented a car and drove a ridiculous four hours home in 4 inches of snow on the roads, snow falling from the sky, and snow stuck to our wind shield. Not to mention, snow on my toes because I wore flip flops. Yes, flip flops. I planned on arriving in Cleveland, staying inside, flying to Detroit, and getting picked up curbside by my grandpa to go home to good ol' Westland. But no, it had to snow.
I have to go.
The phone beckons.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Who's ready for a Vacation, yeah?
At first, I was just excited. You know, yay. I'm going on a vacation. Whoo. Okay, then I just sorta forgot about it. I got tied up in other things, I wasn't concerned. That was my mother's job :) Then it got to, oh man, in a month. So the excitement level maybe bounced up a notch :P Then it was two weeks and it bounced up a couple few notches. And now, it's tomorrow. And it couldn't be at more perfect timing.
The way everything is working out right now, a vacation is exactly what I need prescribed. I have so much on my mind, chest, heart, plate, and I need to just push it aside for a bit for some "me" time, family time, girl time :) I'm not saying I want to forget about everything going on back home, I just want to relax and have my only worry be whether or not I remembered my sunglasses from my room when I go to lay on the upper deck.
I'm ready for that white sand, the perfectly clear, aqua blue water, and the sun that never goes away. Forget that stupid crap we call snow up here, bring on the heat wave :)
At the same time, I'm worried about going on this vacation. First off, we have to fly. I'm not a jet airplane flier. Yes, I've now officially ridden in a small plane, but that was different. I knew the pilot :) But in a jet plane, there could be terrorists, turbulance, turbans, and take off's. Not my cup of tea.
Second, I don't want to fall behind in school. I've done that before. Mono. It didn't work out well.
Third, there's things I'm worried about. Especially after being cut off from the world for a week straight. And when I say cut off, I mean cut off.
I don't know what to do. I'm afraid if I let you in again, you'll do the same thing. Why can't you understand that?
The way everything is working out right now, a vacation is exactly what I need prescribed. I have so much on my mind, chest, heart, plate, and I need to just push it aside for a bit for some "me" time, family time, girl time :) I'm not saying I want to forget about everything going on back home, I just want to relax and have my only worry be whether or not I remembered my sunglasses from my room when I go to lay on the upper deck.
I'm ready for that white sand, the perfectly clear, aqua blue water, and the sun that never goes away. Forget that stupid crap we call snow up here, bring on the heat wave :)
At the same time, I'm worried about going on this vacation. First off, we have to fly. I'm not a jet airplane flier. Yes, I've now officially ridden in a small plane, but that was different. I knew the pilot :) But in a jet plane, there could be terrorists, turbulance, turbans, and take off's. Not my cup of tea.
Second, I don't want to fall behind in school. I've done that before. Mono. It didn't work out well.
Third, there's things I'm worried about. Especially after being cut off from the world for a week straight. And when I say cut off, I mean cut off.
I don't know what to do. I'm afraid if I let you in again, you'll do the same thing. Why can't you understand that?
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