I hate the thing my parents do, the thing where they compare me to my friends. Like once, I called my mom and I said guess how long I played piano today? And my mom says an hour? And I'm like yeah, like hoping she'll congradulate me or something [back then it was a great accomplishment for me to play more than 45 minutes]. And then she says even Patricia plays more than that. I was like, are you serious? Are you freaking serious? I played one whole f/n hour and all she says is Patricia can do better than that? So I hung up on her. I wasnt even going to say anything. Total crap.
And my dad. Dont get me started on my dad. I told him I did NOT want to play piano for 2 hours, and he gives me this lecture about how when he calls Tiffany's house at 9 pm, he can still hear them playing piano. And how for Tiffany's music school she has to play 3 hours with only a 5 minute break. He was like screaming at me. Well, excuse me. In case you havent noticed, I am NOT Tiffany or Patricia. I dont play piano for 3 hours a day. I dont play at 9 pm, and its kind of hypocritical that he yelled that at me, because he's the one who makes me go to bed at 9.
I dont think my dad even knows I swim. I bet he doesnt know my best time for, well, anything. Does he know that I actually enjoy swimming and that if I could swim instead of go to school I would?
He has an advantage over me though. If I quit playing piano, he'll take me off the swim team. Not fair, eh? So I guess I have to just suck it up and deal.
Oh the things I do for swimming.
Maybe after Championships I'll ask him if I can quit piano and learn trumpet or saxophone instead. Drums doesnt sound that bad, either. Actually, I think he'll agree to drums first, since my uncle played drums in college,
Eh. Life is all about sucking up and dealing.
Over and out,
Alex [[is Alex]]
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
stupid starter
We got DQed today. In the free relay. We were lappin' the other team too! And the stupid starter DQ's us! They both said Tiffany jumped early. She didnt. My hand went into the gutter, and the starters thought Tiffany jumped early but it was a freakin illusion because of the damn gutter! So they DQ us! The starter [from our team] said that if only one of them saw it, it would be arguable, but bot of them saw it. Heh. Both of them saw it, yeah right. The official from the other team probably was looking the other way, and he only agreed cos he wanted his team to win. And the starter/official from our team is a dick, as Hansen puts it. What a retarded starter!
Anyways, overall it was a pretty good meet. It was a tri-meet, meaning there were 3 teams. Wayside was okay, a little less than our level, and Chamberlain Pines just sucked. Like no offense to them or anything, but they sucked.
I am attempting to solve my Rubik's Revenge the real way. Rubik's Revenge is a 4x4 Rubik's cube. I've solved it before, except I sort of cheat. I take the cube apart and put it back together in the right order. Well, anyways, I am having trouble understanding the online directions so I'm taking a break by writing this.
Eh...gonna go and make chocolate cake. Yummm....
--Alex [[AKA]]
Anyways, overall it was a pretty good meet. It was a tri-meet, meaning there were 3 teams. Wayside was okay, a little less than our level, and Chamberlain Pines just sucked. Like no offense to them or anything, but they sucked.
I am attempting to solve my Rubik's Revenge the real way. Rubik's Revenge is a 4x4 Rubik's cube. I've solved it before, except I sort of cheat. I take the cube apart and put it back together in the right order. Well, anyways, I am having trouble understanding the online directions so I'm taking a break by writing this.
Eh...gonna go and make chocolate cake. Yummm....
--Alex [[AKA]]
Thursday, July 26, 2007
According to this quiz...
| You Are 17 Years Old |
 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
I feel like crap
Exactly what the title says. I feel like crap. I think I caught a cold. Dammit! My nose is all stuffed up and yeah. Yuck yuck yucky. I have a swim meet tomorrow too. Dang. Hey, at least I'm not swimming breaststroke, right?
Anyways, now we'ree 5-0, my swim team. We beat Suburban on Tuesday. Too easy. Way too easy. I'm not undefeated anymore though, not since Patricia kicked my butt in 50 breaststroke. This is why I dont swim breaststroke on a daily basis, guys.
I learned how to do a relay dive yesterday. Pretty easy, actually. Just put your feet in the postion of a track start, swing your arms up and back 360 degrees, step forward with your back foot and dive. The timing really gets me though. It's hard. The timing, not the dive.
I found a really spiffed out website with all these surveys and stuff. Okay, I didnt find it, Jeffrey did, but does he have a blog where he can post it? No. Did he copyright his finding of the site? No. So I get to post it. Uh...wait...have to find the URL....ok its www.blogthings.com. Pretty cool huh?
Hey, lookit that! My element is air! Eh, I sorta wanted it to be fire...but air is pretty cool too! Like, fire is pyromaniac-y and air means flying. The closest I've ever been to flying is parasailing, which is actually pretty close. It's awesome up there, way better than on the boat. It's all quiet and stuff and peaceful and the water is so far down and theres like airplanes and stuff and the clouds. So pretty....wheee! I wanna be a birdy!
Ok. I'm fine. Just lack of...of.....normal-ness. Heh. Normal? Whats that?
My parents are talking about stocks...again...its getting pretty annoying, actually, the way theyre always talkin about stocks and stuff. Like my dad sometimes takes the laptop and puts it in the computer room and uses both computers to watch stocks at the same time. I'm like, do you need both computers at the same time?!?!
No Reservations comes out today! Yay! I dont know when I'm going to see it though, have to email Katie, Erin and Tiffany about it ASAP. Katie, are you reading this? If you are, you better organize it this time. Last time I tried...it didnt really work out, did it? I'm not a good organizer I guess. KATIE YOU BETTER BE READING THIS!!!
Jeffrey doesnt think No Reservations is for me. Pshh how would he know? He isnt telepathic. Yeesh.
Jeffrey's in NYC right now...lucky ducky. I wanna go to New York and eat M&M's in Times Square and watch the Yankees play. Okay, here's my secret: I know I live in Massachusetts and Tiffany is a huge Red Sox fan, but I like the Yankees better. I really hate David Ortiz and his big ego. It bothers me.
My sister got back from camp today...right now she's fast asleep on the couch. She hasnt said a thing about how camp was. Hmm...does that mean is stunk? Well, probably not since Julia almost never tells us anything. But its 8 pm and we still havent eaten dinner...because we have to eat with Julia...and I am starving. Will go get some food.
Over and out,
Alex [[is sick]]
Anyways, now we'ree 5-0, my swim team. We beat Suburban on Tuesday. Too easy. Way too easy. I'm not undefeated anymore though, not since Patricia kicked my butt in 50 breaststroke. This is why I dont swim breaststroke on a daily basis, guys.
I learned how to do a relay dive yesterday. Pretty easy, actually. Just put your feet in the postion of a track start, swing your arms up and back 360 degrees, step forward with your back foot and dive. The timing really gets me though. It's hard. The timing, not the dive.
I found a really spiffed out website with all these surveys and stuff. Okay, I didnt find it, Jeffrey did, but does he have a blog where he can post it? No. Did he copyright his finding of the site? No. So I get to post it. Uh...wait...have to find the URL....ok its www.blogthings.com. Pretty cool huh?
Hey, lookit that! My element is air! Eh, I sorta wanted it to be fire...but air is pretty cool too! Like, fire is pyromaniac-y and air means flying. The closest I've ever been to flying is parasailing, which is actually pretty close. It's awesome up there, way better than on the boat. It's all quiet and stuff and peaceful and the water is so far down and theres like airplanes and stuff and the clouds. So pretty....wheee! I wanna be a birdy!
Ok. I'm fine. Just lack of...of.....normal-ness. Heh. Normal? Whats that?
My parents are talking about stocks...again...its getting pretty annoying, actually, the way theyre always talkin about stocks and stuff. Like my dad sometimes takes the laptop and puts it in the computer room and uses both computers to watch stocks at the same time. I'm like, do you need both computers at the same time?!?!
No Reservations comes out today! Yay! I dont know when I'm going to see it though, have to email Katie, Erin and Tiffany about it ASAP. Katie, are you reading this? If you are, you better organize it this time. Last time I tried...it didnt really work out, did it? I'm not a good organizer I guess. KATIE YOU BETTER BE READING THIS!!!
Jeffrey doesnt think No Reservations is for me. Pshh how would he know? He isnt telepathic. Yeesh.
Jeffrey's in NYC right now...lucky ducky. I wanna go to New York and eat M&M's in Times Square and watch the Yankees play. Okay, here's my secret: I know I live in Massachusetts and Tiffany is a huge Red Sox fan, but I like the Yankees better. I really hate David Ortiz and his big ego. It bothers me.
My sister got back from camp today...right now she's fast asleep on the couch. She hasnt said a thing about how camp was. Hmm...does that mean is stunk? Well, probably not since Julia almost never tells us anything. But its 8 pm and we still havent eaten dinner...because we have to eat with Julia...and I am starving. Will go get some food.
Over and out,
Alex [[is sick]]
Monday, July 23, 2007
4-0...
...and soon to be 5-0. Well, you didnt expect that, did you? Hehe. We totally creamed Wayland and TriValley. Too easy. And Suburban? I'll give you an idea on how kick butt we are and how un kick butt they are: Lavinia is putting me in breaststroke. And I SUCK at breaststroke. Which is why she put me in it for tomorrow against Suburban, because maybe then I wont get my butt kicked as bad as it wouldve been if it were against Westboro. :D
I am undefeated this season so far. Like all my relays and everything. Well, except for one medley relay, but thats because Shawn [who is 11] swam against Tiffany, the Beast [who is 13]. And I [am 12] swam against Michael the SUPER Beast [who is older than me]. They combined our events. So that doesnt count.
Ok, I think I need to clarify The Notebook. The Notebook is part of a book. It is supposed to help you better your writing, which is why I'm filling parts of it out at a time. I'm only copying the questions though, and not the answers because thats plaigarism.
Sorry I havent posted in awhile. I had tennis camp all last week. I was so busy. It was fun though. Now I dont TOTALLY suck at tennis...
Oh my god I had piano lessons yesterday. And my teacher was like you dont practice long enough. So she tells me I have to practice 2 hours a day. 2 hours! Tiffany doesnt practice that long! I was like I have a social life! I LIKE my social life! I didnt say that though. Cos its rude. But...2 hours! 2 whole freaking hours! God!
Yellowstone countdown: 2 weeks. Cant wait to go and like ride horses and stuff. Oh yeah!
I am writing a novel. Well, its not much of a novel YET. Like, I've only written the first 2 sentences. But I'm going to finish it....sometime....OOH and I'll post it here chapter by chapter once I finish it.
Jeffrey called me a pervert. What a pervert, eh? Stupid.
I saw Harry Potter 5. It sucked, in my opinion. They cut out basically everything. What happened to Tonks? What happened to McGonagall basically getting killed? Where was Lupin when they went to pick up Harry? And Harry and Cho's kiss? That lasted like the whole movie. I was like, seriously? C'mon, get a GOOD director. Like Steven Spielberg. Not these random ones no one knows. Yeesh.
Harry Potter 7 was good though. I finished it on Saturday. I SO called Snape and Lily Potter! And well, Ron and Hermoine was obvious. God. Oblivious much?
Over and out,
--Alex [[is going to Yellowstone]]
I am undefeated this season so far. Like all my relays and everything. Well, except for one medley relay, but thats because Shawn [who is 11] swam against Tiffany, the Beast [who is 13]. And I [am 12] swam against Michael the SUPER Beast [who is older than me]. They combined our events. So that doesnt count.
Ok, I think I need to clarify The Notebook. The Notebook is part of a book. It is supposed to help you better your writing, which is why I'm filling parts of it out at a time. I'm only copying the questions though, and not the answers because thats plaigarism.
Sorry I havent posted in awhile. I had tennis camp all last week. I was so busy. It was fun though. Now I dont TOTALLY suck at tennis...
Oh my god I had piano lessons yesterday. And my teacher was like you dont practice long enough. So she tells me I have to practice 2 hours a day. 2 hours! Tiffany doesnt practice that long! I was like I have a social life! I LIKE my social life! I didnt say that though. Cos its rude. But...2 hours! 2 whole freaking hours! God!
Yellowstone countdown: 2 weeks. Cant wait to go and like ride horses and stuff. Oh yeah!
I am writing a novel. Well, its not much of a novel YET. Like, I've only written the first 2 sentences. But I'm going to finish it....sometime....OOH and I'll post it here chapter by chapter once I finish it.
Jeffrey called me a pervert. What a pervert, eh? Stupid.
I saw Harry Potter 5. It sucked, in my opinion. They cut out basically everything. What happened to Tonks? What happened to McGonagall basically getting killed? Where was Lupin when they went to pick up Harry? And Harry and Cho's kiss? That lasted like the whole movie. I was like, seriously? C'mon, get a GOOD director. Like Steven Spielberg. Not these random ones no one knows. Yeesh.
Harry Potter 7 was good though. I finished it on Saturday. I SO called Snape and Lily Potter! And well, Ron and Hermoine was obvious. God. Oblivious much?
Over and out,
--Alex [[is going to Yellowstone]]
Sunday, July 15, 2007
2-0!!!!
We won again on Saturday!!! Which makes us 2-0!! I havent lost a race this season, and I dont plan to. Keep my winning streak, eh?
Longfellow was at least SOME competition. Of course, half of Westboro's team was missing because of their U.S. meet, but Longfellow was still better than them. Last week, I swam every race againt Emily. And she was like "NOOOO!!! I am up against the Great and Terrible Alex!" [[exaggeration]]. Hehe. And yesterday, Patricia swam everything against me. Wow, Lavinia's really killin the younger kids, putting them up against me, eh? Haha, 's ok Patricia and Emily, we all started somewhere, didnt we?
We were pretty kick butt yesterday. There was some random blond helping Lavinia...never really figued out who she was though. She handed out the girls cards and I had to help her out by screaming out the names. I didnt know half those people. Whatev.
I SAW HARRY POTTER 5. It wasnt that good. The cut out like 99.9% of the book [[more exaggeration]] e.g. Dobby finding the Room of Requirement (Neville found it), Harry getting banned from Quidditch. Tonks had like one line in the whole show, which was like "Dont call me Nymphadora" or something like that. Also, her hair wasnt spiked. An she was like flirting with Harry. Yuk.
Pretty disappointing, eh? Dont go see it. Not worth the wait. In my opinion, anyways. Tiffany, Patricia and Julia thought it was ok. Then again, THEY havent seen the Transformers. The Transformers is like a million times better than HP5. Cant wait til HP7 comes out though!! Only 6 more days!!
Gotta go...my mom's taking me to go shopping for a tennis racket for camp....
--Alex [[kicked some more butt yesterday]]
Longfellow was at least SOME competition. Of course, half of Westboro's team was missing because of their U.S. meet, but Longfellow was still better than them. Last week, I swam every race againt Emily. And she was like "NOOOO!!! I am up against the Great and Terrible Alex!" [[exaggeration]]. Hehe. And yesterday, Patricia swam everything against me. Wow, Lavinia's really killin the younger kids, putting them up against me, eh? Haha, 's ok Patricia and Emily, we all started somewhere, didnt we?
We were pretty kick butt yesterday. There was some random blond helping Lavinia...never really figued out who she was though. She handed out the girls cards and I had to help her out by screaming out the names. I didnt know half those people. Whatev.
I SAW HARRY POTTER 5. It wasnt that good. The cut out like 99.9% of the book [[more exaggeration]] e.g. Dobby finding the Room of Requirement (Neville found it), Harry getting banned from Quidditch. Tonks had like one line in the whole show, which was like "Dont call me Nymphadora" or something like that. Also, her hair wasnt spiked. An she was like flirting with Harry. Yuk.
Pretty disappointing, eh? Dont go see it. Not worth the wait. In my opinion, anyways. Tiffany, Patricia and Julia thought it was ok. Then again, THEY havent seen the Transformers. The Transformers is like a million times better than HP5. Cant wait til HP7 comes out though!! Only 6 more days!!
Gotta go...my mom's taking me to go shopping for a tennis racket for camp....
--Alex [[kicked some more butt yesterday]]
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Alex's dictionary
Have added more words in green.
ZOMG: OMG only better and less preppier
RAWR: Really Awesome Wicked Rad
Prepular: Prep/Popular people. Sometimes I just call them preps or populars. Prepular is wayy better tho.
Fug: F*** except appropriate. Sort of. (Kudos to Abby she made this up. I dont use it a lot, cos I dont like it that much...)
Heya: Hey but better, Hiya but more mature. A blend of Hey and Hiya I guess.
Okies: Okay except cooler.
Kooky: Weird, as you may have guessed from how the word looks.
Oh noes!: Oh no. Except more dramatic. :D
Airgo: Hence
ZOMG: OMG only better and less preppier
RAWR: Really Awesome Wicked Rad
Prepular: Prep/Popular people. Sometimes I just call them preps or populars. Prepular is wayy better tho.
Fug: F*** except appropriate. Sort of. (Kudos to Abby she made this up. I dont use it a lot, cos I dont like it that much...)
Heya: Hey but better, Hiya but more mature. A blend of Hey and Hiya I guess.
Okies: Okay except cooler.
Kooky: Weird, as you may have guessed from how the word looks.
Oh noes!: Oh no. Except more dramatic. :D
Airgo: Hence
Friday, July 13, 2007
Part 2 of the Notebook
Part 2: Hey! You still with us? Still enjoying our questions?! In this Part, we leave more room for your answers so you can spread you wings! A recurring theme will be “sense”. Tell us about your five senses!
Mhm. I'm still enjoying these questions. Uh huh. Definetly.
You should be more specific. What about my five senses? I have two eyes, my nose is in the middle of my face, I have a mouth and I can talk. Did you mean for me to write that?
Great! We loved that! Now, tell us, what are your favorite things to eat?
Hmm.....um.....octopus. Definetly octopus...and...uh, do drinks count? If it does then bourbon and vodka. Not wine though. I hate that stuff. Only bourbon and vodka.
Gawd. If you thought I was serious, youre so gullible....
What star sign are you? Does it capture your personality?
I dont know any star signs. Want me to make one up right now? It's the Alex star sign. Alex's are laidback and not worrying constantly about being late. Alex's are a little taller than average, and have fast metabolisms. Alex's are tomboy's and like comic books. Alex's arent the best lookin girls in the world, but they try. They try.
Tell us something surprising about yourself. Are you a smoker? Or perhaps you are a sword fighter!
Dude, what have you been smoking? Pot?
Come on. I'm 12 for chrissakes. I dont smoke. And hello! 21st century here! NO ONE FIGHTS WITH SWORDS. I wish we did though.
Right now, the most surprising thing about me is that I figured out how to make killer grilled cheese with tomato and lettuce sandwiches.
Write down a thought for the day.
It's a big world. And I cant wait to get out of my small town and into it. The big picture, I mean. I cant wait to get into the big picture, and not be shielded from the bad things, like my parents do. Like my mom makes me plug my ears if someone swears on Grey's Anatomy. I was like, hello? Real world here! I'm in middle school! I hear swears EVERY FLIPPIN DAY. How much longer are you going to shield me from these things, mom?
Time for another QUICK FLICK! Tell us the first memory that comes into your head!
Me, Abby and Sophie are at Centre Pizza on a weekend sometime in the spring, in line to order our pizza. Was it pizza? Maybe it was just french fries and some coke. We were on our way to get ice cream, so it probably wasnt pizza. But anyways, we were in line to order something, and this little kid comes waddling up to us three. She was like, 1 or 2 I think. She looked EXACTLY like a mini Sophie, what with the red hair and blue eyes. Her mom comes over to us and apologizes for bothering us. Turns out the little kids name is Abby. And Abby (the mini one) hands me her plastic doll thing. It was a lil creepy, actually, that this little kid had a sort of connection with us three. Maybe its a sign? Huh. Weird, eh?
What is a sound that you like to hear? Tell us all about it!
I like to listen to the fire sometimes, in the winter, on a cold day when its all snowing outside and stuff. It crackles and pops like Rice Crispies. Dyou think Rice Crispies were modeled after a fire?
What is a smell that you like to smell? Tell us all about it!
I like the smell of uber annoying notebooks burning.
What is a taste that you love to taste? Tell us all about it!
That cheese/tomato/lettuce/bread taste of my killer sandwiches mixed with Coke. Every lunch this week, I have made a grilled cheese/tomato/lettuce sandwich and eaten it with Coke. Which explains why we're out of bread. My dad's gonna flip out tomorrow morning; he always has a triple decker peanut butter and jelly sandwich with milk-coffee for breakfast. I call it milk-coffee because its all milk with only the littlest bit of coffee.
What is a sight that you love to see? Tell us all about it!
Ok these "What is a _______ you love to _______" questions are getting on my nerves. You cant think of a way to reword your questions? You're supposed to be teaching me better writing skillz, arent you? YOU SHOULD START BY REWORDING YOUR QUESTIONS.
Eep!
Ok, first off, I would like to apologize for the last couple of posts, e.g. the Love is stupid one and the coming back from the dead one. You must think I am SO messed up. Which, actually, I am. But that's ok, right? I really shouldnt rant and rave to you about my life issues. It's not right, is it?
But anyways.
I have another swim meet tomorrow. Against....Longfellow? Natick Longfellow? I think. Well, I'm not AS nervous. I'm still nervous [[comes with the whole good/average swimmer package]] but not AS nervous as I was when it was against Westboro cos Westboro is, well, good! And well, according to Tiffany, Longfellow isnt all that sharp. Yay!
Oh. That was rude. Sorry all you Longfellow swimmers out there. Not my fault that my team pwns more than yours and we kick some serious a--.
OOH and AFTER the meet, me and Tiffany and sisters are going to see HP 5!!! Holy ----!!! Yes!!!
But that means I have to kick some SERIOUS SERIOUS a-- so I deserve the movie. Its one of my things. Like, the movie is the reward. Of course, even if I do suck, I go to the movie anyways. I just cant enjoy the movie theater experience.
I know what youre thinking. You're thinking "This girl is a freak!".
Ok. I admit it. I am. A freak, I mean.
I think I need to be a little clearer on what you can call me. Most people call me Alex, cos thats my name. No duh. You can also call me E. My swim team homes call me that, because everyone on swim team has a pastry name. E is short for English Muffin. Since when was english muffin a pastry?? It's a breakfast food. But whatever. A name I made up for myself is AKA. It stands for A-- Kickin Alex. Yes, I know. Very RAWR. :D And NO CALLING ME ALEXANDRA OR FREAK OR MORON OR A COUPLE OF OTHER WORDS I CANT SAY ON THE ACCOUNT OF YOUNGER READERS.
My mom signed me up for tennis. Here is our conversation:
Mom: Alex, I signed you up for tennis.
Me:
Mom: I was hoping it would prevent you from gaining weight, considering all the chocolate covered raisins you eat.
Me:
Mom: I hope this isnt a problem for you. You'll still be able to go to writing class and swimming, because the camp ends at 3:30.
Me:
Mom: (getting annoyed) Well, is this a problem for you? Because if it is, I can cancel it and you can run 5 miles everyday!
Me: (mortified) Uh, no, this isnt a problem for me. Not at all.
Parents. Really. I think my mom missed the "How not to make your kid suffer" class. Yeesh.
I really hate it when people say "Just say the word". What word do you want me to say, huh? Retard?
I really wish I could manipulate fire. That would be awesome, eh?
--Alex [[is going to tennis camp on Monday...]]
But anyways.
I have another swim meet tomorrow. Against....Longfellow? Natick Longfellow? I think. Well, I'm not AS nervous. I'm still nervous [[comes with the whole good/average swimmer package]] but not AS nervous as I was when it was against Westboro cos Westboro is, well, good! And well, according to Tiffany, Longfellow isnt all that sharp. Yay!
Oh. That was rude. Sorry all you Longfellow swimmers out there. Not my fault that my team pwns more than yours and we kick some serious a--.
OOH and AFTER the meet, me and Tiffany and sisters are going to see HP 5!!! Holy ----!!! Yes!!!
But that means I have to kick some SERIOUS SERIOUS a-- so I deserve the movie. Its one of my things. Like, the movie is the reward. Of course, even if I do suck, I go to the movie anyways. I just cant enjoy the movie theater experience.
I know what youre thinking. You're thinking "This girl is a freak!".
Ok. I admit it. I am. A freak, I mean.
I think I need to be a little clearer on what you can call me. Most people call me Alex, cos thats my name. No duh. You can also call me E. My swim team homes call me that, because everyone on swim team has a pastry name. E is short for English Muffin. Since when was english muffin a pastry?? It's a breakfast food. But whatever. A name I made up for myself is AKA. It stands for A-- Kickin Alex. Yes, I know. Very RAWR. :D And NO CALLING ME ALEXANDRA OR FREAK OR MORON OR A COUPLE OF OTHER WORDS I CANT SAY ON THE ACCOUNT OF YOUNGER READERS.
My mom signed me up for tennis. Here is our conversation:
Mom: Alex, I signed you up for tennis.
Me:
Mom: I was hoping it would prevent you from gaining weight, considering all the chocolate covered raisins you eat.
Me:
Mom: I hope this isnt a problem for you. You'll still be able to go to writing class and swimming, because the camp ends at 3:30.
Me:
Mom: (getting annoyed) Well, is this a problem for you? Because if it is, I can cancel it and you can run 5 miles everyday!
Me: (mortified) Uh, no, this isnt a problem for me. Not at all.
Parents. Really. I think my mom missed the "How not to make your kid suffer" class. Yeesh.
I really hate it when people say "Just say the word". What word do you want me to say, huh? Retard?
I really wish I could manipulate fire. That would be awesome, eh?
--Alex [[is going to tennis camp on Monday...]]
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Swim practice today
I cannot describe what it felt like. No, nothing bad happened. Like, no terrorists came and told us to hand over the money or else they would blow the place up. I am not in jail right now because I killed someone by jumping on top of them. No one died.
But someone came back from the dead.
Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating. Not back from the dead. But like she quit our team and she came to practice today.
After like 2 freaking years!
And, in case you were wondering, she did NOT want to come back with us. It was just an extra practice for her. Apparently, her tough 10 meter pool wasnt good enough.
So she comes to ours and makes it dirty.
I'm not kidding here. I have strong feelings about traitors coming back to our team to swim.
Like Alec Gazda.
I swear, the easiest way to get into Shawmut is to tell them "My former coach was Lavinia and I swam for the Stingrays."
Life's just unfair like that.
It never happens the way we want it to, eh?
--Alex [[is pissed about the whole swim training camp thing]]
But someone came back from the dead.
Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating. Not back from the dead. But like she quit our team and she came to practice today.
After like 2 freaking years!
And, in case you were wondering, she did NOT want to come back with us. It was just an extra practice for her. Apparently, her tough 10 meter pool wasnt good enough.
So she comes to ours and makes it dirty.
I'm not kidding here. I have strong feelings about traitors coming back to our team to swim.
Like Alec Gazda.
I swear, the easiest way to get into Shawmut is to tell them "My former coach was Lavinia and I swam for the Stingrays."
Life's just unfair like that.
It never happens the way we want it to, eh?
--Alex [[is pissed about the whole swim training camp thing]]
Part 1 of The Notebook
QUICK!
Before you read another word, write your own FULL name in every box on this page!
Don’t be afraid! Your Notebook™ is meant for writing in!
Hello Alexandra Pan! It’s great to meet you!
Hey, wait a minute. That name sounds familiar!
Alexandra Pan?
Isn’t that the name of a FAMOUS AUTHOR???!!!
Well, is it? Not sure? Maybe one day?
Hey, Alexandra Pan—there’s only one thing that is sure! And that’s this: The answer is in your hands!
Or, to be straight with you, Alexandra Pan, the answer is in this Notebook™!!!!
You want to know how the Notebook™ works?
It’s simple.
We ask questions. You answer them.
And by the time you get to the end of the book, you’re an author – OR YOUR MONEY BACK!!!
Think it’s crazy? Think again. Ever heard of William Shakespeare? Jane Austen ring a bell? How do you think those guys got started?!?!
So. You ready? Let’s dive right in!
How do you KNOW, deep in your heart, that you WILL be an author one day? (Go on, Alexandra Pan, it’s your turn now….)
Wow. Shakespeare and Jane Austen got started with this book? That’s just freakin scary. Centuries of great writing is in my hands. Holy…
Wait. If it got written in Shakespeare’s time, wheres the Old English, huh? Where are all the thou’s and the thy’s and the eth’s??? What a ripoff.
Wonderful!! Now, how do you know you have the determination to see your dream through?
Determination? Me? Heh. Yeah right. I would consider it an accomplishment if I finish this whole thing without burning anything. Well, I DID have the determination to write my full name in all those blanks. Does that count? How does writing your full name 5 million times help me become a writer anyways? Cheap thing.
Okay, great. Now, what was it that made you stop in the bookstore today, pick up this book and take it over to the counter to pay for it?
A very long lapse in judgment.
Interesting. Okay, let’s start with something simple. Look around you right now. Write down a list of everything that you see.
1. A phone that’s ringing. I am not picking it up, because I am lazy and I don’t want to take another message for my mom. Now its bugging the poop outta me. Ok, fine. I’ll answer it.
2. A book thats open. It’s in Chinese, which explains why I cant read a single word of it. Wait, just kidding. I read the word “Hou”. That means behind, or after. Mad Chinese skillz, huh?
3. A green iPod. It’s currently on the song “There’s a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered, Honey, You Just Havent Thought Of It Yet”. Panic at the Disco = love.
4. A window. Out the window, I can see Jeff’s pool. Eh, guess it’s not Jeff’s pool anymore, is it because he sold his hose. Whatever. At least I can spy on his neighbors soon.
We bet you just wrote down “grass”, “water”, “sky”, etc. etc. Maybe you noticed the coffee cup, but we bet you didn’t get the lipstick stain on the side of the coffee cup! Now, go ahead and try again. Write down EVERYTHING that you see.
Dude, I didn’t see grass, water, sky or a coffee cup. What makes you think I was outside, huh? Why would I take this thing outside, anyways? Besides, I don’t drink coffee. And if I did, there wouldn’t be a lipstick stain on the side of the cup, cos I don’t wear lipstick. The only people who drink coffee in my house are my mom and my dad. My mom is at work, and my dad does NOT wear lipstick. What a crap notebook.
That’s better! Now, do you know the names of any of the plants or animals that are around you?
Are you serious? Did you NOT listen to what I said in the description section? I AM INSIDE. THERE ARE NO PLANTS OR ANIMALS IN HERE. [[Bugger]]
What about some of the colors of the things that you see?
I just called you a bugger. Be very very insulted and stop asking stupid questions, ok?
Let’s pretend that YOU are a character in a book. The book starts with you waking up yesterday morning. Tell us what you did.
The moment I woke up, something was wrong. I felt it in the air. Some people say its a sixth sense that I have; that I can feel when somethings going wrong. The house was quiet. I counted to 5, and slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes. I reached for my glasses and went into the kitchen to get some cereal.
“Hello? Anyone here?” I called out.
“I am!” My sister crawled out from under the couch. I wondered how she had fit under there.
“Something’s wrong.” I told her.
“Yeah, something is.” She agreed. “You’re a sign.”
“Huh? Right. I’m a sign.” I looked down at myself. What kind of sign am I? I wondered. A STOP sign? One that says MOOSE CROSSING? Or one that says OLD CONNETICUT PATH?
Great! So what happened next? Remeber that these are easy questions – it’s not about “making things up.” Your Notebook™ is going to build you toward “invention”. For now, you should just tell the truth!
Well, you coulda told me earlier! I spent a lot of time on that story!
Okay, time for your first QUICK FLICK. These are “memory” exercises that you will find throughout your Notebook™. You’ll really start to look forward to them! Think for a moment, and describe for us your very first day of university.
It was terrible. I was the shortest in the class and these 4 guys beat me up.
What a retard notebook. I’m not in university. I’m in middle school. Thank god.
Tell us the occupation of you best friend. Is he a plumber? Maybe he’s an accountant! Tell us ALL about your best friend!
Ok, two things are wrong with this. A, you’re assuming my best friend is a guy, and 2, you are assuming that she’s a plumber. You want to know what my friends will DO to you if I tell them you called them plumber’s and guys? Sexist.
And I do have one guy friend. He’s not a plumber or an accountant though. All my friends and I are 12/13. And Katie is 15. WE DO NOT HAVE JOBS. AND IF WE DID<>
Well done! That was fabulous!
And guess what? You did it! You finished Part 1 of your Notebook™! We are SO PROUD of you!
Be sure and take a break before you go on to the next Part…
Oh Christ I will need a VERY long break before the next Part.
And, really. If you actually read my answers, you WOULDNT be so proud of me.
Before you read another word, write your own FULL name in every box on this page!
Don’t be afraid! Your Notebook™ is meant for writing in!
Hello Alexandra Pan! It’s great to meet you!
Hey, wait a minute. That name sounds familiar!
Alexandra Pan?
Isn’t that the name of a FAMOUS AUTHOR???!!!
Well, is it? Not sure? Maybe one day?
Hey, Alexandra Pan—there’s only one thing that is sure! And that’s this: The answer is in your hands!
Or, to be straight with you, Alexandra Pan, the answer is in this Notebook™!!!!
You want to know how the Notebook™ works?
It’s simple.
We ask questions. You answer them.
And by the time you get to the end of the book, you’re an author – OR YOUR MONEY BACK!!!
Think it’s crazy? Think again. Ever heard of William Shakespeare? Jane Austen ring a bell? How do you think those guys got started?!?!
So. You ready? Let’s dive right in!
How do you KNOW, deep in your heart, that you WILL be an author one day? (Go on, Alexandra Pan, it’s your turn now….)
Wow. Shakespeare and Jane Austen got started with this book? That’s just freakin scary. Centuries of great writing is in my hands. Holy…
Wait. If it got written in Shakespeare’s time, wheres the Old English, huh? Where are all the thou’s and the thy’s and the eth’s??? What a ripoff.
Wonderful!! Now, how do you know you have the determination to see your dream through?
Determination? Me? Heh. Yeah right. I would consider it an accomplishment if I finish this whole thing without burning anything. Well, I DID have the determination to write my full name in all those blanks. Does that count? How does writing your full name 5 million times help me become a writer anyways? Cheap thing.
Okay, great. Now, what was it that made you stop in the bookstore today, pick up this book and take it over to the counter to pay for it?
A very long lapse in judgment.
Interesting. Okay, let’s start with something simple. Look around you right now. Write down a list of everything that you see.
1. A phone that’s ringing. I am not picking it up, because I am lazy and I don’t want to take another message for my mom. Now its bugging the poop outta me. Ok, fine. I’ll answer it.
2. A book thats open. It’s in Chinese, which explains why I cant read a single word of it. Wait, just kidding. I read the word “Hou”. That means behind, or after. Mad Chinese skillz, huh?
3. A green iPod. It’s currently on the song “There’s a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered, Honey, You Just Havent Thought Of It Yet”. Panic at the Disco = love.
4. A window. Out the window, I can see Jeff’s pool. Eh, guess it’s not Jeff’s pool anymore, is it because he sold his hose. Whatever. At least I can spy on his neighbors soon.
We bet you just wrote down “grass”, “water”, “sky”, etc. etc. Maybe you noticed the coffee cup, but we bet you didn’t get the lipstick stain on the side of the coffee cup! Now, go ahead and try again. Write down EVERYTHING that you see.
Dude, I didn’t see grass, water, sky or a coffee cup. What makes you think I was outside, huh? Why would I take this thing outside, anyways? Besides, I don’t drink coffee. And if I did, there wouldn’t be a lipstick stain on the side of the cup, cos I don’t wear lipstick. The only people who drink coffee in my house are my mom and my dad. My mom is at work, and my dad does NOT wear lipstick. What a crap notebook.
That’s better! Now, do you know the names of any of the plants or animals that are around you?
Are you serious? Did you NOT listen to what I said in the description section? I AM INSIDE. THERE ARE NO PLANTS OR ANIMALS IN HERE. [[Bugger]]
What about some of the colors of the things that you see?
I just called you a bugger. Be very very insulted and stop asking stupid questions, ok?
Let’s pretend that YOU are a character in a book. The book starts with you waking up yesterday morning. Tell us what you did.
The moment I woke up, something was wrong. I felt it in the air. Some people say its a sixth sense that I have; that I can feel when somethings going wrong. The house was quiet. I counted to 5, and slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes. I reached for my glasses and went into the kitchen to get some cereal.
“Hello? Anyone here?” I called out.
“I am!” My sister crawled out from under the couch. I wondered how she had fit under there.
“Something’s wrong.” I told her.
“Yeah, something is.” She agreed. “You’re a sign.”
“Huh? Right. I’m a sign.” I looked down at myself. What kind of sign am I? I wondered. A STOP sign? One that says MOOSE CROSSING? Or one that says OLD CONNETICUT PATH?
Great! So what happened next? Remeber that these are easy questions – it’s not about “making things up.” Your Notebook™ is going to build you toward “invention”. For now, you should just tell the truth!
Well, you coulda told me earlier! I spent a lot of time on that story!
Okay, time for your first QUICK FLICK. These are “memory” exercises that you will find throughout your Notebook™. You’ll really start to look forward to them! Think for a moment, and describe for us your very first day of university.
It was terrible. I was the shortest in the class and these 4 guys beat me up.
What a retard notebook. I’m not in university. I’m in middle school. Thank god.
Tell us the occupation of you best friend. Is he a plumber? Maybe he’s an accountant! Tell us ALL about your best friend!
Ok, two things are wrong with this. A, you’re assuming my best friend is a guy, and 2, you are assuming that she’s a plumber. You want to know what my friends will DO to you if I tell them you called them plumber’s and guys? Sexist.
And I do have one guy friend. He’s not a plumber or an accountant though. All my friends and I are 12/13. And Katie is 15. WE DO NOT HAVE JOBS. AND IF WE DID<>
Well done! That was fabulous!
And guess what? You did it! You finished Part 1 of your Notebook™! We are SO PROUD of you!
Be sure and take a break before you go on to the next Part…
Oh Christ I will need a VERY long break before the next Part.
And, really. If you actually read my answers, you WOULDNT be so proud of me.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Lost and Found
^Wow, what a crap title^
I dont even know where I got it from. Up my butt maybe?
Just kidding.
What the h does lost and found mean, anyways? I mean, half the stuff people put in the Lost and Found never get found. So, techinically, it should be Lost. Like the t.v. show.
Or, if it DOES get Found [[good luck with that]] then its not lost, right? So its just...found.
So the name should be Lost or Found.
How much you wanna bet it actually IS called Lost or Found and I just screwed it up too badly.
So...um...what was the point of that? I dont even remember what I was going to write about.
Hm....lemme think about that...
Eh cant remember. I better eat some chocolate covered raisins...even though my mom banned me from eating too many of them cos shes afraid I'll get fat cos I dont exercise.
When she said that, I was like "Helloooo? Youre talkin to a swimmer here! A swimmer who practices 4 hours a week! And has a meet every Saturday!"
Parents.
And I am NOT fat. Thats just insulting. Especially considering the fact that my mom is the one always talkin about how she needs to go on a diet.
It's ok, Mom. You go on that diet. Just dont take me with you. [[I like ice cream too much...]]
Well, that was another whole pointless whatever. I just talked about how my mom thought I was going to be fat. Enlightening, eh?
OOH I remember what I was going to talk about. Swim practices.
Ok so, is Lavinia not going to be at practice every Tuesday? Cos if shes not, that really sucks. Cos then we get Annette. Annette's nice an' all, but let's face it. She's not the best coach ever.
So, basically, our game plan is that every Tuesday, we get a hard practice, but we dont do half of it, or we goof off, and every Thursday Lavinia makes us work our butt's off? And every Wednesday, we get in the water, swim 5 yards and it's time to go home?
Ooh...sounds like...fun...
Oh yeah, and Jeffrey has a different animal noise for each day. Heh. Fun.
He's already been a duck and a cat. Whats he gonna be next? A chicken?
And yes, Jeffrey, I realize you are probably reading this right now, and I am probably giving you ideas. I have two words for you: STOP THE FREAKING ANIMAL NOISES.
Wow that was more than two words.
Ok so I have spit [[spit? spat?]] out what I was going to say.
But I still have no idea what it has to do with the title.
Over and out.
--Alex [[is not quite sure why she just typed in radio-speak]]
I dont even know where I got it from. Up my butt maybe?
Just kidding.
What the h does lost and found mean, anyways? I mean, half the stuff people put in the Lost and Found never get found. So, techinically, it should be Lost. Like the t.v. show.
Or, if it DOES get Found [[good luck with that]] then its not lost, right? So its just...found.
So the name should be Lost or Found.
How much you wanna bet it actually IS called Lost or Found and I just screwed it up too badly.
So...um...what was the point of that? I dont even remember what I was going to write about.
Hm....lemme think about that...
Eh cant remember. I better eat some chocolate covered raisins...even though my mom banned me from eating too many of them cos shes afraid I'll get fat cos I dont exercise.
When she said that, I was like "Helloooo? Youre talkin to a swimmer here! A swimmer who practices 4 hours a week! And has a meet every Saturday!"
Parents.
And I am NOT fat. Thats just insulting. Especially considering the fact that my mom is the one always talkin about how she needs to go on a diet.
It's ok, Mom. You go on that diet. Just dont take me with you. [[I like ice cream too much...]]
Well, that was another whole pointless whatever. I just talked about how my mom thought I was going to be fat. Enlightening, eh?
OOH I remember what I was going to talk about. Swim practices.
Ok so, is Lavinia not going to be at practice every Tuesday? Cos if shes not, that really sucks. Cos then we get Annette. Annette's nice an' all, but let's face it. She's not the best coach ever.
So, basically, our game plan is that every Tuesday, we get a hard practice, but we dont do half of it, or we goof off, and every Thursday Lavinia makes us work our butt's off? And every Wednesday, we get in the water, swim 5 yards and it's time to go home?
Ooh...sounds like...fun...
Oh yeah, and Jeffrey has a different animal noise for each day. Heh. Fun.
He's already been a duck and a cat. Whats he gonna be next? A chicken?
And yes, Jeffrey, I realize you are probably reading this right now, and I am probably giving you ideas. I have two words for you: STOP THE FREAKING ANIMAL NOISES.
Wow that was more than two words.
Ok so I have spit [[spit? spat?]] out what I was going to say.
But I still have no idea what it has to do with the title.
Over and out.
--Alex [[is not quite sure why she just typed in radio-speak]]
Sunday, July 8, 2007
LA
LA. Las Vegas! No wait. Thats not LA, right? LA is Los Angeles. What am I talking about???
Imma gonna go to college in Cali. Cos Cali rocks and its like....yeah.
Wow this is a pointless post.
I think I'm only posting cos I didnt post yesterday.
Sorry.
OOH Here's my first graphic I ever ever made: http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa144/zxqwerxz03/sig.jpg.
Isn't it purty???
Thanks Jeffrey, for the Paintshop Pro cd. :D I owe you now. Dang.
ZOMG I LOVE AVA!!! [[AVA is Angels and Airwaves a wicked awesome band]] [[and yes, I DID just say wicked awesome]]
lalalalala I'm a sexy llama. You're just jealous cos youre not sexy and youre not a llama. *throws expired yogurt*
I love the Transformers. Have I mentioned that yet? Well, if I havent, then I LOVE THE TRANSFORMERS. Best movie eva, yo.
And yes, I DID just say yo. I'm from the hood, yo! The hood in Framingham!
I is all faux-gangsta-y. Watch out. Imma gonna nuke da WORLD!!!
Hehe.
I better end this pointless post before someone like murders me.
BYEE
--Alex [[has no life]]
Imma gonna go to college in Cali. Cos Cali rocks and its like....yeah.
Wow this is a pointless post.
I think I'm only posting cos I didnt post yesterday.
Sorry.
OOH Here's my first graphic I ever ever made: http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa144/zxqwerxz03/sig.jpg.
Isn't it purty???
Thanks Jeffrey, for the Paintshop Pro cd. :D I owe you now. Dang.
ZOMG I LOVE AVA!!! [[AVA is Angels and Airwaves a wicked awesome band]] [[and yes, I DID just say wicked awesome]]
lalalalala I'm a sexy llama. You're just jealous cos youre not sexy and youre not a llama. *throws expired yogurt*
I love the Transformers. Have I mentioned that yet? Well, if I havent, then I LOVE THE TRANSFORMERS. Best movie eva, yo.
And yes, I DID just say yo. I'm from the hood, yo! The hood in Framingham!
I is all faux-gangsta-y. Watch out. Imma gonna nuke da WORLD!!!
Hehe.
I better end this pointless post before someone like murders me.
BYEE
--Alex [[has no life]]
Saturday, July 7, 2007
ZOMG! WE WON!!!!!!
YES!!!! WE WON!!!! AGAINST WESTBORO!!!!! AHH!!! (Just an FYI, Westboro is supposedly the best team in the whole summer league. BUT we BEAT them!!!!) And like everyone was sooooo freaking slow it wasnt even funny. But the pool really sucked; there werent any diving blocks or flags. Diving blocks arent really mandatory, but its nicer when you have them because it cuts off a lotta time. Like for me, it makes my time at least a second faster. A second is a lot for swimming. Flags are mandatory. Like, you cant swim fast withoouut them. You need them to count your strokes to the wall on backstroke, otherwise you hit your head and/or arm. It hurts. Voice of experience talking here.
And this pool doesnt have flags. Everyone swimming backstroke was SOOOOO slow because of that.
Oh, another crappy thing. Theres this gutter at the end of the pool in the third lane. And everyone who finishes right in front of the gutter gets their hand shoved into it. And it gets all scraped up and red. Painful. Just ask Jeffrey. It happened to him. But not me, because when I finish, I grab the edge of the pool. I dont just touch the wall, I grab the edge of the pool. Unlike some other losers I know....[[JUST KIDDING]].
And my 200 grad free relay PWNED. Like totaly PWNAGE. Like we beat them by a body length. I think it was because of me. Not to like, brag or anything (that means I'm bragging. Whenever someone says like "No offense" or "Not to be mean", they DO mean offense, and they ARE being mean. its one of those things) but when it was time for my 50 (I was the 3rd swimming), my relay and the Westboro one were tied. Like neck in neck or whatever. Then it was me and the Westboro girl. And the second I dived in I was faster than her. Like my dive passed her. It was pretty sad.
Anyways, gotta run. People are over my house.
--Alex [[PWNED Westboro!!!]]
P.S. I think the time on my blog is screwed up. Any of you know how to fix it?
And this pool doesnt have flags. Everyone swimming backstroke was SOOOOO slow because of that.
Oh, another crappy thing. Theres this gutter at the end of the pool in the third lane. And everyone who finishes right in front of the gutter gets their hand shoved into it. And it gets all scraped up and red. Painful. Just ask Jeffrey. It happened to him. But not me, because when I finish, I grab the edge of the pool. I dont just touch the wall, I grab the edge of the pool. Unlike some other losers I know....[[JUST KIDDING]].
And my 200 grad free relay PWNED. Like totaly PWNAGE. Like we beat them by a body length. I think it was because of me. Not to like, brag or anything (that means I'm bragging. Whenever someone says like "No offense" or "Not to be mean", they DO mean offense, and they ARE being mean. its one of those things) but when it was time for my 50 (I was the 3rd swimming), my relay and the Westboro one were tied. Like neck in neck or whatever. Then it was me and the Westboro girl. And the second I dived in I was faster than her. Like my dive passed her. It was pretty sad.
Anyways, gotta run. People are over my house.
--Alex [[PWNED Westboro!!!]]
P.S. I think the time on my blog is screwed up. Any of you know how to fix it?
Friday, July 6, 2007
AHH!!! AHHHHH!!!!!
I am freaking out!!!! AH!!!!!!!! Holy crap!!!!! I am so pumped and ready to go but I am SO FREAKING SCARED. My heart is beating like 50 beats per second. I. AM. READY. TO. TOTALLY. DOMINATE. WESTBORO.
Except maybe not.
Because I am flipping out.
Like if you were telepathic and read my mind, this is what you hear: "Holy [swear word]! My meets tomorrow! What if I die? What if the car crashes? What if I totally suck? What if WE totally suck? What if" etc. How am I going to go to sleep???
Damn.
Damn post meet jitters.
I have this like paranoid thing. This day-before-meet paranoid thing. Like, I wont go ANYWHERE near a pool, or anywhere near a coach that will tell me how to improve my stroke because I am so freaking paranoid something will mess up and I'll lose my edge.
That has got to be my biggest fear in life.
Losing my edge.
I hate that. It has happened. And it has sucked. But, you know, whats life if it doesnt suck?
Also, the day before a meet, I try not to eat any chocolate, not a lot of dairy stuff, DEFINITELY not cheese, in case I throw up. And I dont do anything dangerous, like jumping off a cliff of bungee jumping or stunt bike riding or whatever. Or little things, like running down the steps, cos I'm afraid I'll trip and fall and break my face.
Paranoid.
I am freaking paranoid.
Oh my [swear word] god, I am SO going to beat the [swear word] out of Westboro.
Sorry about this whole post about my pathetic paranoid self.
Wish me luck.
Next time I post, I'll have either kicked Westboro's sorry [swear word] or they'll have kicked my not-so-sorry [swear word].
One last thing: AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
--Alex [[is freaking paranoid but still pumped and ready to kick some tush]]
P.S. Sorry bout all the swear words. Comes with my anxiety, I guess. At least I censored them.
Except maybe not.
Because I am flipping out.
Like if you were telepathic and read my mind, this is what you hear: "Holy [swear word]! My meets tomorrow! What if I die? What if the car crashes? What if I totally suck? What if WE totally suck? What if" etc. How am I going to go to sleep???
Damn.
Damn post meet jitters.
I have this like paranoid thing. This day-before-meet paranoid thing. Like, I wont go ANYWHERE near a pool, or anywhere near a coach that will tell me how to improve my stroke because I am so freaking paranoid something will mess up and I'll lose my edge.
That has got to be my biggest fear in life.
Losing my edge.
I hate that. It has happened. And it has sucked. But, you know, whats life if it doesnt suck?
Also, the day before a meet, I try not to eat any chocolate, not a lot of dairy stuff, DEFINITELY not cheese, in case I throw up. And I dont do anything dangerous, like jumping off a cliff of bungee jumping or stunt bike riding or whatever. Or little things, like running down the steps, cos I'm afraid I'll trip and fall and break my face.
Paranoid.
I am freaking paranoid.
Oh my [swear word] god, I am SO going to beat the [swear word] out of Westboro.
Sorry about this whole post about my pathetic paranoid self.
Wish me luck.
Next time I post, I'll have either kicked Westboro's sorry [swear word] or they'll have kicked my not-so-sorry [swear word].
One last thing: AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
--Alex [[is freaking paranoid but still pumped and ready to kick some tush]]
P.S. Sorry bout all the swear words. Comes with my anxiety, I guess. At least I censored them.
First swim meet tomorrow!
Augh! The first swim meet of the season is in less than 20 hours! And by some freak of a chance, its against Westboro. The best team in the league. Well, now I think we're better them. We passed them sometime last year. The competition will be good, but why does the first meet of the season have to be against them???? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS???
Ok. Deep breaths. I am so ready to kick their butts!!! I still think we beat them last year at the Championships, and I still think they cheated but, you know, cant change the past, right? We are sooo gonna win this year.
Pep talk:
I'm going to give one of those speeches that basketball coaches give their team right before the playoffs or something and theyre wearing their suit and lookin all posh and the games about to start in like 5 seconds and everyones pumped and ready to go. And I know we arent a basketball team and I'm not even the coach and I'm not wearing a suit and lookin posh and it isnt the championships, but I just want to say...we are SO gonna kick butt today! All of you better give your all, and even if you dont, I know I will.
I am so pathetic. I wrote a pep talk even though I dont believe in pep talks.
I feel like a freaking hypocrite.
But we will. Kick butt I mean. And totally dominate. MWYS pride!!!!
--Alex [[is pumped and ready to kick so butt]]
Ok. Deep breaths. I am so ready to kick their butts!!! I still think we beat them last year at the Championships, and I still think they cheated but, you know, cant change the past, right? We are sooo gonna win this year.
Pep talk:
I'm going to give one of those speeches that basketball coaches give their team right before the playoffs or something and theyre wearing their suit and lookin all posh and the games about to start in like 5 seconds and everyones pumped and ready to go. And I know we arent a basketball team and I'm not even the coach and I'm not wearing a suit and lookin posh and it isnt the championships, but I just want to say...we are SO gonna kick butt today! All of you better give your all, and even if you dont, I know I will.
I am so pathetic. I wrote a pep talk even though I dont believe in pep talks.
I feel like a freaking hypocrite.
But we will. Kick butt I mean. And totally dominate. MWYS pride!!!!
--Alex [[is pumped and ready to kick so butt]]
My dictionary
This is my dictionary of words that I use. Like made up ones, or weird ones. I'll copy and paste it occasionally...whenever I think of a new word or expression.
ZOMG: OMG only better and less preppier
RAWR: Really Awesome Wicked Rad
Prepular: Prep/Popular people. Sometimes I just call them preps or populars. Prepular is wayy better tho.
Fug: F*** except appropriate. Sort of. (Kudos to Abby she made this up. I dont use it a lot, cos I dont like it that much...)
Heya: Hey but better, Hiya but more mature. A blend of Hey and Hiya I guess.
Okies: Okay except cooler.
--Alex [[feels like such a geek because she made a dictionary]]
ZOMG: OMG only better and less preppier
RAWR: Really Awesome Wicked Rad
Prepular: Prep/Popular people. Sometimes I just call them preps or populars. Prepular is wayy better tho.
Fug: F*** except appropriate. Sort of. (Kudos to Abby she made this up. I dont use it a lot, cos I dont like it that much...)
Heya: Hey but better, Hiya but more mature. A blend of Hey and Hiya I guess.
Okies: Okay except cooler.
--Alex [[feels like such a geek because she made a dictionary]]
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Maximum Ride
You may not know this, but my favorite series EVER is Maximum Ride. Like, I own all the books in the series (2). And the third one came out. How did I not know that??? So I bothered my mom to bring me to the book store to buy it, but she says I'm too busy. Damn. (By the way, I just sent her an email telling her that if she happened to pass by Barnes and Noble or Borders or something, she should buy it for me).
[[Warning: Plot spoilers for Maximum Ride 1 and 2]]
I started reading Maximum Ride because my LA teacher read the prologue and the first like 5 pages out loud to my class and everyone got hooked on it. And she lent out the first book to this random kid, but he took FOREVER to read it, and I bothered my mom to take me to the bookstore. Sound familiar? Yeah. I bother my mom a lot. So she took me, and it turns out there was a sequel so I got both. And I loved both of em.
The first one was better, in my opinion (Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment). It starts off with Max's bad dream (Max is a girl) that she is being chased by human-lupine hybrids, otherwise known as Erasers. She wakes up, and it turns out she's a human-avian hybrid, and has wings and can fly. She lives with 5 other "bird-kids" and they are the Flock. Soon, the youngest one, Angel, gets kidnapped by the Erasers and they Flock goes on a trip to save her from the "white coats" or doctors, who injected the bird DNA into them when they were younger. After they rescue Angel, they head off to New York, looking for the Institute of Higher Living where there are supposedly files on where their real biological parents are. In New York, Max finds she has a Voice that speaks to her in her head, and the Voice tells her she needs to save the world. Once the Flock reaches the Institute, they print out papers with their names, parent names and house information on it. In that room, under NYC, there are cages and cages with mutant children in them. Max frees them all with the help of Iggy and Fang, thinking she is saving a world. Just when the Flock and the mutants are getting out of the room, Erasers attack. Max kills Ari, Jeb's seven year old son hom the white coats have turned into an Eraser, by accident. After that, the Flock goes to the DC, Virginia area to find their parents.
The second one (Maximum Ride: School's Out--Forever) has less of a plot. Or like no plot at all. So in the beginning of the book, the Flock gets attacked by Erasers. Except these Erasers can fly. Fang gets pretty beat up, and has to go to the hospital to get better. It's a little weird how Fang is always the one with the severe injury. But anyways, at the hospital, a bunch of FBI agents show up and start asking questions about the whole wings thing. Max gets loses her temper with her FBI agent and another one takes over and asks Max if she can take the Flock to her house to rest up and get better. Max agrees. The Flock goes to Anne's (the FBI agent) house, and hang there for a while. They break the code on the papers that say where their parents live, but it turns out its all crap. They are discouraged, but find Iggy's parents. Iggy goes away to live with his parents, then Erasers attack Anne's house. The Flock flies away, and Iggy meets them. They all go to Disney World and narrowly escape an Eraser attack. In Florida, Max is kidnapped and replaced by her clone. In the end of the book, Max and her clone meet and the white coats tell them they have to fight to the death to see which one is the real one. (I am NOT saying who wins, but if you are extremely nice to me and give me a cookie, I might tell you via email or IM. My email is irockandyouknowit03@yahoo.com and my IM is AlexTheSyko3.
In case you were wondering, the third book in the series is Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports by James Patterson. Did I really forget to mention James Patterson wrote this series? Whoops. Sorry. Well, I guess now you know.
--Alex [[is only the best and most sykotic person in the world]]
[[Warning: Plot spoilers for Maximum Ride 1 and 2]]
I started reading Maximum Ride because my LA teacher read the prologue and the first like 5 pages out loud to my class and everyone got hooked on it. And she lent out the first book to this random kid, but he took FOREVER to read it, and I bothered my mom to take me to the bookstore. Sound familiar? Yeah. I bother my mom a lot. So she took me, and it turns out there was a sequel so I got both. And I loved both of em.
The first one was better, in my opinion (Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment). It starts off with Max's bad dream (Max is a girl) that she is being chased by human-lupine hybrids, otherwise known as Erasers. She wakes up, and it turns out she's a human-avian hybrid, and has wings and can fly. She lives with 5 other "bird-kids" and they are the Flock. Soon, the youngest one, Angel, gets kidnapped by the Erasers and they Flock goes on a trip to save her from the "white coats" or doctors, who injected the bird DNA into them when they were younger. After they rescue Angel, they head off to New York, looking for the Institute of Higher Living where there are supposedly files on where their real biological parents are. In New York, Max finds she has a Voice that speaks to her in her head, and the Voice tells her she needs to save the world. Once the Flock reaches the Institute, they print out papers with their names, parent names and house information on it. In that room, under NYC, there are cages and cages with mutant children in them. Max frees them all with the help of Iggy and Fang, thinking she is saving a world. Just when the Flock and the mutants are getting out of the room, Erasers attack. Max kills Ari, Jeb's seven year old son hom the white coats have turned into an Eraser, by accident. After that, the Flock goes to the DC, Virginia area to find their parents.
The second one (Maximum Ride: School's Out--Forever) has less of a plot. Or like no plot at all. So in the beginning of the book, the Flock gets attacked by Erasers. Except these Erasers can fly. Fang gets pretty beat up, and has to go to the hospital to get better. It's a little weird how Fang is always the one with the severe injury. But anyways, at the hospital, a bunch of FBI agents show up and start asking questions about the whole wings thing. Max gets loses her temper with her FBI agent and another one takes over and asks Max if she can take the Flock to her house to rest up and get better. Max agrees. The Flock goes to Anne's (the FBI agent) house, and hang there for a while. They break the code on the papers that say where their parents live, but it turns out its all crap. They are discouraged, but find Iggy's parents. Iggy goes away to live with his parents, then Erasers attack Anne's house. The Flock flies away, and Iggy meets them. They all go to Disney World and narrowly escape an Eraser attack. In Florida, Max is kidnapped and replaced by her clone. In the end of the book, Max and her clone meet and the white coats tell them they have to fight to the death to see which one is the real one. (I am NOT saying who wins, but if you are extremely nice to me and give me a cookie, I might tell you via email or IM. My email is irockandyouknowit03@yahoo.com and my IM is AlexTheSyko3.
In case you were wondering, the third book in the series is Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports by James Patterson. Did I really forget to mention James Patterson wrote this series? Whoops. Sorry. Well, I guess now you know.
--Alex [[is only the best and most sykotic person in the world]]
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
The Transformers
ZOMG I just came back from seeing the Transformers like 4 hours ago, and it TOTALLY ROCKED. The special effects....wow. I saw it with my friend, Abby, and we were like....laughing through the whole movie. The Autobots: so awesome. I was so drooling over all the cars. I really liked how the military's story and Sam's story kinda merged at the end of the movie.
My favorite character was definetly Maggie Madsen (Rachel Taylor), the decoder person who figured out the hacker thang. She's so awesome and has a spiffed out accent (I'm a sucker for British/Australian accents) and even though all the government people were being all sexist and unbelieving. Yeah! Beating all the odds! My kinda person!
No but really. She's so awesome. Like....she cracked the code. She cracked the freaking code that was creeping the hell outta everyone. Well, maybe I'm exaggerating. And maybe she was helped out by a guy. But it was HER work, ya know? And no one believed her. Because she was a woman. God, I hate sexism sometimes.
I guess Mikaela Banes (Megan Fox) was pretty good too. Just proves the fact that looks arent everything, right? At first glance you think "Gawd, she's so HAWT and preppy!" but she has like a criminal record and knows more about cars than my dad does. Well, there was the kind of disturbing fact that she didnt let go of her purse for like the whole movie, but she saved Bumblebee. Thumbs up from me.
The Autoobots were wicked rad too. My fave was prolly Jazz, cos he turns into THE awesomest car. But he dies. *tear*
Overall, The Transformers was RAWR (really awesome wicked rad). I am definetly gonna see it again, and I am buying the DVD when it comes out. And every movie poster.
Yeah. I love it that much.
--Alex [[is in dire need of caffeine and sugar]]
My favorite character was definetly Maggie Madsen (Rachel Taylor), the decoder person who figured out the hacker thang. She's so awesome and has a spiffed out accent (I'm a sucker for British/Australian accents) and even though all the government people were being all sexist and unbelieving. Yeah! Beating all the odds! My kinda person!
No but really. She's so awesome. Like....she cracked the code. She cracked the freaking code that was creeping the hell outta everyone. Well, maybe I'm exaggerating. And maybe she was helped out by a guy. But it was HER work, ya know? And no one believed her. Because she was a woman. God, I hate sexism sometimes.
I guess Mikaela Banes (Megan Fox) was pretty good too. Just proves the fact that looks arent everything, right? At first glance you think "Gawd, she's so HAWT and preppy!" but she has like a criminal record and knows more about cars than my dad does. Well, there was the kind of disturbing fact that she didnt let go of her purse for like the whole movie, but she saved Bumblebee. Thumbs up from me.
The Autoobots were wicked rad too. My fave was prolly Jazz, cos he turns into THE awesomest car. But he dies. *tear*
Overall, The Transformers was RAWR (really awesome wicked rad). I am definetly gonna see it again, and I am buying the DVD when it comes out. And every movie poster.
Yeah. I love it that much.
--Alex [[is in dire need of caffeine and sugar]]
Alex has a blog...
...oh dear. Alex has a blog. And she is currently playing with a lighter and is sitting next to a pile of oily rags and a bucket of gasoline. BOOM!
Just kidding. Not that I would, you know, ever blow anything up....
Ok this is my second blog. The first one I forgot the email I used, so it wouldnt log me in. I feel extremely stupid.
A little about me: My name is Alex. Dont call me Alexandra and we'll be the best of friends. I am an X-Men fanatic (Marvel rocks! Go home, DC!!!), and I LOVE swimming. My team is the Metrowest YMCA Stingrays (aka MWYS). We kick butt. Stingrays=love. Frappucinos=love. Spring Awakening=love. Angels and Airwaves=love. Kings County=love. Paradise Hell=love.
Respect me. Respect my opinions. You may not agree with them but TOUGH. Is this your blog? NO. You wanna share your opinions? Get your own. But dont blow me off on my own blog, cos thats a lil embarassing, dontcha think? Everyone is entitled their own opinion. Isnt that in the 10th Ammendment or something?
Also, please respect me. Im only a teenager, but I deserve respect. So does everyone else who posts comments. Please, dont yell at anyone on my blog. Because its rude, and unkind and I will most likely be blamed.
I should really go. Its almost dinner time and I should go set the table like a good little girl. *eye roll* Heh. Good little girl. Riiiight....
--Alex [[just saw the Transformers]]
Just kidding. Not that I would, you know, ever blow anything up....
Ok this is my second blog. The first one I forgot the email I used, so it wouldnt log me in. I feel extremely stupid.
A little about me: My name is Alex. Dont call me Alexandra and we'll be the best of friends. I am an X-Men fanatic (Marvel rocks! Go home, DC!!!), and I LOVE swimming. My team is the Metrowest YMCA Stingrays (aka MWYS). We kick butt. Stingrays=love. Frappucinos=love. Spring Awakening=love. Angels and Airwaves=love. Kings County=love. Paradise Hell=love.
Respect me. Respect my opinions. You may not agree with them but TOUGH. Is this your blog? NO. You wanna share your opinions? Get your own. But dont blow me off on my own blog, cos thats a lil embarassing, dontcha think? Everyone is entitled their own opinion. Isnt that in the 10th Ammendment or something?
Also, please respect me. Im only a teenager, but I deserve respect. So does everyone else who posts comments. Please, dont yell at anyone on my blog. Because its rude, and unkind and I will most likely be blamed.
I should really go. Its almost dinner time and I should go set the table like a good little girl. *eye roll* Heh. Good little girl. Riiiight....
--Alex [[just saw the Transformers]]
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