Wednesday, December 11, 2002
I give you an apology from the deepest and darkest depths of my soul. I know that eras have passed, trees have grown scrofulous, volcanos have erupted, the sky has filled with ash and telephone solicitors, the dinosaurs have risen and fallen again, and Swampscott has actually built a new high school since I last blogged, and I am sorry for it.
The delay, I mean.
Madame did let us go outside and play in the snow. It was not packing snow, so we could not make monuments, but there was sledding and tackling and generally riotous good fun. We wrote 'French 5!' in the snow, because French V is obviously the best class. Far superior to French III. Maddie was viciously assaulted, and her jeans were stylishly torn. Maura tried to eat people. It may have just been good fun, but it looked disturbingly similar to videos one sees of tiger attacks. Then the Captain yelled at us as we tried to come back into the building, since we looked, collectively, like a particularly bedraggled herd of Yeti. We prudently entered by a different door.
Corey, Rebecca and I were interviewed by the incomparable Emily for her Channel 15 show, Arts Happy Hour. As opposed to Sports Happy Hour. It is a small-scale effort to inject some sort of artistic spirit into our school and our town. Alas, it is destined to fail, but it is a valiant effort. At one point we all lose our minds on camera and begin laughing hysterically. I also make snide comments throughout the whole thing. I knew I was doing it, and I kept on telling myself not to, but I just wouldn't listen to me.
Watch it. I command you. It will be the best of times.
At the very least it will be no worse than the unnaturally-Nahant-dominated Sports Happy Hour.
Progress is being made on college. Sort of. The guidance office checks me at every turn. They hurl me down at every small pinnacle of calm I manage to reach, leaving me to flouder helplessly in the turbulent seas of stress and imminent nervous collapse. I love them as I love a good viral infection.
Well, maybe not as much.
I have not yet informed you, but I got even more CDs for Chanukah! It is (sigh) over, but I have not a-blogged since then. So I shall tell you the way of it.
The way of it is:
'Girls Can Tell' by Spoon
'The Red Record' by Loudermilk
'Magical Mystery Tour' by the Beatles
'Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band' by the Beatles
That makes 6 CDs in total (including Chrome and Standards--see 11/30 blog). I am blessed in my mother, who gives me such things.
There are two Loudermilk sites. One is Loudermilk, and the other is The Red Record. The second site is cooler, but it takes a bit to load, and I think you need Flash, or something very much like it. I will post them on the side eventually. The Spoon link is already there. I will post the Beatles eventually as well.
Got the picture of me at the Sci Fi convention back. It's me getting a hug from Anthony Simcoe (see 11/17 blog). I love it!! Yes, a dork am I, and I know it well. But these things make me happy. I framed it and put it in a position of prominence in my room. It's a really cute picture. I brought a copy into school and only Jason knew who it was.
Mock Trial try outs are in the works. We had Round I on Monday, and we're having Round II today, chez moi. Being an officer, naturally I have no need to try out, but it is not a good time to sit for two hours listening to essentially the same line of questioning repeated once every ten minutes. The things I do for my team.
I love it though. I cannot wait until we really get going. Hopefully we will win many a trial this season, so that I can retire in a haze of glory.
If we do not win, there will be some Mock Trial beatings.
OK. That ought to hold you until the next.
Thus, I gracefully retire.