neverthelest:
thelasthomerecording:
xdarkling:
escapethiscity:
1. Grab the nearest book. Don’t search around and look for the “coolest” book you can find. Do what’s actually next to you.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence along with these instructions.
“What if they are?” he said. “It don’t change what you’ve gotta do, Chick.
You stay in those cages, work with your coaches, and be ready when the time comes.”
“Like the sacrificial vessels, the bells were elaborately decorated and sometimes inscribed.”
They are a threat to the staff, their fellow prisoners and theirselves.
I’m not scared anymore.
“She gestured toward the chalkboard behind my side of the table, where the line from Kafka was printed.”
1. I’m staying home from school tomorrow because a) we’re not doing much in any class, b) there’s no way I can get all the journals due for Lit done by tomorrow, c) I need to do violin-related things, and d) I don’t have practice anyways.
2. Oh, and I think my Yale interview is going to be tomorrow night? Just got an email asking if I could do one at Starbucks tomorrow, and I said that I could, so I think it’s happening. Short notice, but it’s better this way since I didn’t have time to obsess.
3. I love interviews. I love talking. I love tall caramel frappucinos, extra caramel, extra whipped cream, put in a grande cup. Omgsoexcited.
4. Off to go blast some ghetto music and snack like there’s no tomorrow. Ahh, the comforts of home.
1. M, can you check if my water bottle’s in your car?
2. Didn’t do work today. Haven’t done work for four days straight now. Mmmm.
3. Actually, I’m giving a presentation in Gov tomorrow, and I can’t work on it until I get to school, so here’s to cutting random classes to get work done. Cheers.
4. Off to go loiter until I feel tired. ‘Night! :]
The last few days have been so action packed that I don’t really know where to begin (well, I can think of a few places, but I’m too lazy to narrate a whole story and have it done before The Amazing Race starts in a bit), so I’m going to do it in bullets, but like, nice ones. ‘Kay? Kay.
- Lots of Apples to Apples. Like, we played over an hour on the way up, an hour in the hotel room before the race, and about three consecutive hours on the way down. Summary? Edged Coach out in the first game, got beat by Sparky during the second, and came back to school her in the third. I seriously think I went through all the red apple cards this weekend (so proud).
- I’m officially done with high school cross country. It really hit me after Chubs, Sparky, Katie (dubbed Bullwinkle), and I walked up that ginormous hill to where we were parked, and Coach crept up behind me for a hug (even though I could see his shadow going in for the kill). When he messed up my hair and pushed me around a bit and said “Nice career”, it suddenly felt over in a completely final sense.
- So now I’m in the era of, “I used to run cross country in high school”? Weird.
- I’m really glad we got a box so far down the line. When the official said “ten seconds”, I looked all the way down the curve and saw over two hundred girls in multicolored uniforms, leaning forward with arms and legs ready to go. That moment of ultimate tension—tight fists and coiled quads before that one gunshot—was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed in my entire life. As I saw the millions of miles and immeasurable amounts of pain that it took to get those girls to one grassy, spray-painted start line in Poughkeepsie, I thought only of how grateful and blessed I was to be a part of it.
- And as I ran the race, I was fully in the moment despite the fact that everything seemed intensely bright, colorful, and surreal. Even though I didn’t have the best race of my life, I spent those twenty-or-so minutes listening to the clacking of all of those spikes on gravel, seeing the bobbing ponytails and hinged elbows all around me, picking my name and my team out of the sounds of the crowd, and feeling the chorus of heavy breathing—mine mixed with the ones of those around me—up the back hills. Yesterday, I felt connected with the runners around me. It was like I fully understood their pain, and they understood mine, and because of that, every step was made to feel a bit less lonely and a bit more fluid—like I was part of one strong, flowing ribbon made up of girls who are runners, who are fighters. And it was for that reason that I spent the last race of my high school career revelling in the fact that I was allowed one last beautifully crisp, sunny day to feel strong and alive and a part of something worth remembering.
- Oh, and yesterday was also hands-down the most memorable “cool-down” ever. From playing Lady GaGa to rolling down the hill to climbing the side of the mountain on our hands and knees. Love, love, love.
- My legs are really killing today, which is actually kind of nice, in a weird way, since it was my last meet and all. The right side of my face is also killing, which is not so nice.
- Why? Because I spent a good hour last night literally wrangling a rather violent, extremely drunk younger ex-teammate after she got bounced from the party like, five or six times. And for the record, yes, there is a bruise, and it swelled up rather hideously. So weird, so surreal, so unnecessary, and why did she have to go for the faaace? In the middle of the OFC parking lot of all places? …I guess that’s what happens when you’re a senior at your millionth sweet sixteen.
- Oh, and I wonder what I’m going to say to her tomorrow when I see her in Gov? I wonder if she even remembers? But the swelling’s already gone down almost all the way, and with the magic of makeup, my face looks fine, so maybe we won’t mention it at all. We’ll see.
- But the party was nice. Sam and Liv looked great, and dancing is always fun, and the food was good, so all in all it was a good night (even though I came in with all of my Feds stuff and had to stash my duffle bag plus Apples to Apples under the present table).
The end :]
1. Finally home. So exhausted after two days of six hours in a Suburban, one crazy emotional night, one last cross country meet of my career, approximately six hours total of Apples to Apples, and a crazy sweet sixteen (I can’t effing believe I got full-on decked in the face. Currently icing it. If it actually bruises, she dies).
2. Post on most of this stuff tomorrow, once my brain starts functioning again.
3. I can’t decide what to change my Facebook profile picture to. It’s an important decision, and there are currently so many choices. AHHHHHHHH. WILL DECIDE TOMORROW. MAYBE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
4. I’m not coherent. Off to bed…after I tag all of Aly’s new photos (since I’ve pretty much been the unspoken designated tagger since the very first album), and maybe change my profile picture, or maybe not? Oooohhh, myyyystery.
1. Currently finishing up my final XC storytime story. Then off to go start packing.
2. M, you know that you can just tell us why you’d like for rooms to be a certain way, and we’d always accept and consider your thoughts, right? Instead of not saying anything and getting upset, just say something. We didn’t know you felt so strongly, and if you said something, it would have been totally cool. A lot of times, expectations/hopes need to be helped along by the person who thinks them up. You can’t hold it all in there. Reallyreally.
3. Not dealing with the violin until after I get home from Feds. Linda’ssoooounderstanding<3
4. Randoms: 1) Ralph Nader confuses me, 2) speeding in the dark is so fun, 3) I think I’m doing fine with the fumes, 4) so glad Feds releases me from pit tomorrow night, 5) I don’t want an odd number, and 6) off to go finish muh story. G’night Tumblr!
denasaur:
and when i say “how it was”, i really mean what the fuck was on it.
help a br000ski out ?
How was it? It was pretty straightforward.
Know the soil conservation methods (alley cropping, strip cropping, terracing, etc.). Know what makes soil fertile vs. what makes soil infertile. Know what porosity, organic fertilizers, and leaching are. Know about humus, and how much people suck at soil.
You don’t have to know any hard numbers (like, there were no statistics and stuff, even though the textbook pages are full of percentages and whatnot).
Oh, and there was a soil triangle, but it was really easy and he’ll explain it to you.
Hope that helped, br0skkz.
neverthelest:
I’m in Sami’s room right now [everyone is outside, spraypainting.] This has been a lovely time.
And I changed her Facebook status. Again. It’s dinosaurs.
I have to go and eat more cookies.
“Can I spray-paint a cookie!?”
Good timez, team :]
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This photo is how I feel about this weekend, even though it has nothing to do with concerts and smoke machines and balloons, and everything to do with dirty shoes and love and goodbyes.
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