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| ..Ick... |
| 04.28.04 (9:42 pm) [edit] |
First, a note: This entire entry is going to be me bitching about track. Anyone unintersted, please start making up your own story... now.
Practices get harder, and I don't really see myself improving very much. Yes, I [i]am[/i] better then when I started this whole charde at being an athlete. But by how much is highly questionable. I'm only like, 4 seconds faster in the 200, and thats the only thing i'm really good at. The 100 dash is too quick for girls built slightly heavier like me. (Heavier meaning more muscle, shorter legs. Not fat.) and the 400 (one lap) is wholly too long.. So I'm stuck at the 200 (straight and a curve).. My personal record in the 200 is 28.20 seconds, which is pretty decent for me.
And, being thusly not getting [i]a lot[/i] stronger, the coaches, for some unfathomable reason, decided to bump me up to varsity for the biggest meet of the season, besides the post-season stuff. That is, the Victoria Reaves Invitational. The story behind this massive meet is pretty cool. This girl, Vikki Reaves, about 25 years go, helped to build up Coach Smith's Parkway South girls track team... She got Luekmia, and was so sick but never missed a practice. In all that time when she was sick from radiation treatments, she and Smith got alot of time to talk... She died the fall after she graduated. For her and her ideals, Coach Smith named the meet after her.
Anyway. This meet is MASSIVE. Like 18 schools are gonna be there. The strongest and best schools in the state. And he put me in VARSITY... Oh god, this is gonna be slaughter. ::whimper::
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| Post-Prom 2004 |
| 04.25.04 (1:09 am) [edit] |
Whoo.. What a day! Up at 1-ish, ran around til 2:15, when I finally got home to shower and get ready.. It ended up taking like, 2 and half hours.. But it was worth it! My make-up looked great, my jewlery (Which I stole from my mom) was kick ass.. Except my hair. I HATED my hair. See, I got this naturally curly hair thing going on and it was humid, so theres no way in hell I coulda successfully fought it.. So I just showered and let it curl. then pinned it back. Big mistake! Oh god, I thought it looked awful. My friends insisted it looked good, but what do they know! ;; Dont mind me, just self concious.
Speaking of my friends, I think I was definetly the least pretty of the 3 girls (including me) that went. Randi looks simply amazing, with her hair done up real nifty like and in a totally bitchen dress. Natalie looks completely cool in her Vampire-like black hair and black and blue dress. It was simple and elegant, and it worked. Then here I was, in a still reasonably good dress, with pretty fine make-up.. and absolutly hideious hair (discussed above.) Take my word for it, they stole the show and more power to em! ^_^
Anyway, prom itself was hella fun! There was tastey food, (mostly) good company, and (sorta) good music. ^_^ A fun night to be had by all! Now, I am seriously drained and just gonna go crash. Later!
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| Much amusement |
| 04.12.04 (12:58 am) [edit] |
What Anime Bad Girl Are You?
[Quiz text] The angel of death herself. In the series Boogiepop Phantom, Boogiepop was the original, and mor respectable angel of death. She did her job as it was just that, a job. She's very monotone and very professional. She also strikes me as very laid back in the long run.
The above quiz is so damn amusing to me because, while I am very very laid back most times, to the point of infuriatingly calm, when I get angry, I explode.. And I've come to call that The Goddess of Death, my other half.. ::amused.:: And I wasnt trying for that result at all.
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| This is fucking unfair. |
| 04.06.04 (12:11 am) [edit] |
One of my whiney posts.. Get out the cheese, and prepare for a wonderful bath of whine!
Just for the multitudes of people that have no idea whats going on in my life, I make this short: Today, I was asked to Prom by by once-boyfriend and current good friend, Bill. That said, let us continue.
So I was all excited to tell my Mom about my impending prom night, thinking she'd be happy and all that... Hardly. This is[i] exactly[/i] how the conversation went, word for word.
Me: So, mom... Bill asked me to Prom today.
Mom: (in a pained voice) Oh Nicole! I dont have 100 bucks to spend for a dress!
Those were the first words out of her mouth.. Then, she proceeded to go on a 5 minute tirade on how bad a date Bill was, and all.. In the end, my enthusiasm has been almost entirely squashed, I'll be going in the same dress I went in last year (Which isnt a bad thing, I just get a kick out of now-and-again indulging the girly-girl in me) and am left with a bitter taste in my mouth.
And then, heres a good definition of 'asinine' for ya, not ten minutes later, I over heard Mom and my brother talking about something he wanted (not needed) for his car from eBay... It'd cost 100 bucks.. And she said to go ahead and get it. Not a grunt said otherwise.. Oh it pissed me off! And to be honest, hurt me rather deeply.
Now, mind you, it is NOT about the money. I'd be just as hurt if it was 2 bucks. Or a stick of gum. Or whatever. Point being, Prom is important to me. Its the one night when I get to be a girl.. With make-up and heels and all that. I get to be beautiful for one night. I never had any self-deluding fantasies about being the Bell of the Ball, or being asked to dance by a romantic handsome stranger.. I know I don't look that great. But I get to at least get dressed up, and all sorts of things...
And she completely belittled everything I wanted, calling it "just another dance" and huffing in disgust at my mention of the thing. It took all the fun out of it. Granted Bill isn't the best date ever, but hes a nice guy and still my fucking date! So, adding insult to injury, she goes off and gives Eric the money without batting an eyelash! It pisses me off! It hurts me.. And she'll never know. I don't respect her enough to tell her.
Why dont I respect the woman that gave me life? Many reasons. One - She Obviously and painfully favors my brother other me (the whole Camero thing, this prom thing) Two - She has backed out of something amazingly important to me so many times, the most recent of which has been the anime Convention. She *promised* we would go, taking my friends with us. Of course they'd help pay their way and all.. But NO! She fucking said no because her fat ass Boyfriend doesnt want to drive! Oh it pisses me off so bad! And again, hurts. Three - I am amazingly far from being first in her life. Here is her important order of things 1. Current Loser Boyfriend (Tom) 2. Work. 3. Eric, and all his hearts desires and needs. 4 Herself. 5- Finally, me.
You think thats pessimistic? hardly. Its competely true.. And maybe my distance from her hurts the most of all.. She and I are just two very different creatures. And neither like each other over much. Love, yes.. But not like. I love her, but she is not my friend.
::sigh.:: So, lets review.. my mother belittled all the plans I'd began to make for Prom, squashed them completely.. She made me feel like shit, to the point of wishing Bill would suddenly decide to call the whole thing off... And all this has left me emotionally wounded, again.. I want to move out of here so she can stop jabbing me so violently.
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