Enjoy the High

I brought my laptop to school yesterday both because I needed it to type my English essay and so that Caitlin could use my drawing tablet. I didn't get so far with my essay. Only about two paragraphs into it, and I have to figure out how to transition from my thorough metaphor to a narrative voice. I'm supposed to bring four copies of it to class today, but I didn't have time to work on it at all yesterday.

Callaghan passed out my school pictures to me yesterday. For once, I actually like how they turned out. During Art, Olivia begged me for one, but I told her than I have to bring them home first. So I did, but then I forgot them at home. Unfortunately, it isn't the only thing I left. I also forgot shorts and a practice shirt, not to mention a sports bra. Not cool!

Our game was away yesterday, in Dearborn, which is an hour away, but we still got a pretty short bus. So I had my laptop, an overpacked sports bag and my backpack and I shared a seat with Tara. She, Megan, Miranda and me talked pretty much the whole time. I just forget about what.

But we arrived on the field, warmed up forever and stuff. I was positively delighted to discover that I was put as low left instead of high. So I was in a great mood all game, able to help direct the defense and talk the whole time. It was awesome. The first half of the game we kicked ass. Almost none of it was played on our defensive side of the field and JV offense managed to get in three goals. Boo-ya! Our joke during half time was how overworked Maura, the goalie for the day, was. The second half wasn't as kick-ass as the first, but I got more action. I just wish I could have gotten in one of my killer drives. I'm so proud of it!

I didn't even mention that the JV teams got announced before we started playing. When our names were called, we ran into the middle of the field and high-fived our team members. When Maura was called out, she slapped our hands and we had to fall onto our backs because our goalie is so big and strong.

After the game I left because Dad was pretty much calling me over to leave, so I didn't stick around to watch the Varsity. I feel so bad . . . and I still did when I went to bed. But we ate at Mr. Chicken and OMDA I love that place. I got so full so fast.

Even though we didn't stick around for the Varsity, we still didn't get home until late. But I got to working on my Calc, finished it and then just looked at my German. I used to love the class, but with Frau Schmid "teaching" it, I don't look forward to it or anything. If I ever get a chance, her kind of asking for it, I'll come up with some short speech, but I won't go looking for the opportunity. My character'll just be dormant in her class.

Some point when I was working on my homework, Mark called. He had called earlier about the German homework, so I assumed it was about that, but I should have learned by now that assuming things normally means you're wrong. Instead, he went on about homecoming and things, and I could tell he was a bit nervous. Then he asked me if I would go with him--as friends. Totally fine by me. ^.^

Then I went to bed . . .

I had to set my alarm twenty minutes earlier this morning than usual, because I needed time to get ready to dress up for Nocturne. I needed more time to paint myself blue, man. I was so rushed before I left that I forgot my field hockey clothes . . . except my socks. This cannot turn out well. At all. But I just realized I already said I forgot them.

Then on the bus, when I walked by the midgets, I heard a ton of oohing and ahhing and even one "amazing." The same happened when I got off again. Goofy, silly, little kids. At school I got a lot of funny looks, received a ton of staring and as of thus far I've been called an Avatar only three times. The second time I didn't see who said it so I couldn't kick them in the shins. How is an Avatar a super hero? I haven't seen the movie!

But the paint is annoying. I flakes off, sticks to my clothes, pulls on my skin. And I receive a lot of attention. Though Mrs. Marsh knows who Nocturne is! Oh yeah!

I just don't want to write any more. Not in that kind of mood, y'kow?