Tomorrow is quite an eventful day.
I have to work, my brother has lessons, there's the Nebraska vs Michigan game on, then my brother has a double-header basketball game, ending with me getting off work at 5pm. I also need to finish packing, clean my car, and take care of the rest of my shopping.
Tomorrow is also my ex-boyfriend's 19th birthday.
I have mixed emotions about it.
But now that I think about it, I have mixed emotions for just about everything.
I want him to call me...
I want him to show up at my doorstep...
I also want his birthday to suck.
Therefore, I'm not quite sure where I stand with all of this.
Either way, his birthday still needs to suck.
End of story.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Chapter 18
With each passing day, I realize that there is still so much to do and so little time.
Is the 23rd of November really within my wake?
Damn.
At any rate, I have a tendency of performing well when under pressure, therefore I'm actually not too concerned about everything else that needs to be done.
Earlier this evening, after I had staggered into the house from work, my mother asked me whether I would like to have a going away party or not. I toyed with the thought, if only for a second, and came to the determination that no, I would not like to have one.
I leave in just over a week, and I already have several affairs that need to be put in order, so having an open house for those who will "miss" me seems like it would be too much.
Besides, who would I invite?
Who would actually attend?
Yeah, I'm having trouble finding answers for those questions as well.
I think it would be best for me to pack up and leave, consider the reactivation of my Facebook, and then allow the attention to come after me.
I would like to say that I am fairly well versed in the habits of my peers and how they conduct themselves and whatnot, but I'm afraid that I might be lying...
I know that everyone lies and that there is only a handful of reliable kids my age around, but why must it bother me so?
Stupid hope...
I need not concern myself with those who fail to follow through with just about anything and everything.
California will be better.
Is the 23rd of November really within my wake?
Damn.
At any rate, I have a tendency of performing well when under pressure, therefore I'm actually not too concerned about everything else that needs to be done.
Earlier this evening, after I had staggered into the house from work, my mother asked me whether I would like to have a going away party or not. I toyed with the thought, if only for a second, and came to the determination that no, I would not like to have one.
I leave in just over a week, and I already have several affairs that need to be put in order, so having an open house for those who will "miss" me seems like it would be too much.
Besides, who would I invite?
Who would actually attend?
Yeah, I'm having trouble finding answers for those questions as well.
I think it would be best for me to pack up and leave, consider the reactivation of my Facebook, and then allow the attention to come after me.
I would like to say that I am fairly well versed in the habits of my peers and how they conduct themselves and whatnot, but I'm afraid that I might be lying...
I know that everyone lies and that there is only a handful of reliable kids my age around, but why must it bother me so?
Stupid hope...
I need not concern myself with those who fail to follow through with just about anything and everything.
California will be better.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Chapter 17
It has almost been two weeks since I've updated--I apologize for that, but I have been fairly busy, therefore lapses in posts are to be expected.
Anyway, this past Friday (11/4/2011), my high school football team had a game. They managed to get themselves into the state play-offs, but unfortunately, they lost to a very talented team that just happens to be nationally ranked. Yep, Burke is ranked amongst the top 100 teams in the nation; they're 98th. At the bottom, yes, but that's a hell of a lot better than we are. The final score was us with a whopping seven (7) points and them with a ridiculous 55 on the scoreboard.
Yeah, I know--crazy, right?
And it just kept getting better.
Saturday morning (11/5/2011), Ryan had a basketball game, which his team lost (26 to 32), making them 0-3 so far this season. Sucks, I know.
And now for the big Nebraska game. Yes, my first venture to Memorial Stadium at UNL in Lincoln, Nebraska was an interesting event. I have never seen so many crazed football fans in one setting. And the vast "Sea of Red" was something--that's for sure.
The seats my family and I had weren't particularly great (Row 94 in the North end zone), but we had waited a long time before making the ticket purchase, so just obtaining tickets was enough.
After departing Ryan's basketball game, we headed out, made a quick stop to eat, and then arrived in Lincoln where we paid $15 to park in a local parking structure. After that, we collected our blankets and coats and walked to the stadium where we purchased a program for $5, waited in line for I don't know how long, underwent a security check (just like everyone else), and finally started climbing the steep steps up to our assigned seats just after shelling out $20 for stadium chairs.
I have never had to sit so closely to strangers in my entire life--surely the stands could have been spaced out a bit more, oh, but then that would have taken away potential income due to a slight lack in seating...how dare I think that anyone cared about the comfort of the fans.
At any rate, the Nebraska vs. Northwestern game was exciting, even if it did result in a loss for the Huskers (25-28), and with me having to leave with my ears ringing; the man seated right behind me yelled and screamed for the entire game. He shouted so often, that I timed his intervals: every 15 to 27 seconds he had something to say.
It's not like the college kids down on the field could hear him, but I'm sure he thought they could.
I secretly hoped he would earn himself a nasty case of laryngitis--he needed to be punished for damaging my hearing (my mother and I had gone over bringing our ear plugs, but that slipped our minds for whatever reason).
One thing that I was pretty stoked about was finally seeing the Husker Marching Band--I had seen them a couple of times during my high school marching band career, but my memories are starting to mesh together, so I couldn't quite recall how good everyone makes them out to be.
What I did remember was the fact that although they may possess a high quality sound, they rarely march, which always kind of irks me because marching should be part of a marching band--hence the name.
I took a few pictures, intensely watched their pre-game and halftime shows, finally coming to a conclusion: they kind of suck.
End of story, hands down, no questions asked: the University of Nebraska Husker Marching Band is lame.
That's right, I said (typed?) it; LAME! L-A-M-E!!! Ha ha. ;)
Of the three Nebraska Universities (UNK, UNL and UNO), UNO, by far, has the best marching band; and not just because I was part of it, but because they actually do stuff!
But that's another topic for another day--the UCLA marching band is pretty amazing, so I'm wickedly excited for an opportunity to be a part of that band. ^_^
As for the rest of my weekend, I worked yesterday for seven hours, came home, ate dinner, watched a movie and filled out a few more job applications for places that are hiring in California.
Haven't heard back from anyone yet, but sooner or later, I'm hoping that I will.
I might update again this week, but then again, I might not. So...I'll be back whenever. Lol.
Anyway, this past Friday (11/4/2011), my high school football team had a game. They managed to get themselves into the state play-offs, but unfortunately, they lost to a very talented team that just happens to be nationally ranked. Yep, Burke is ranked amongst the top 100 teams in the nation; they're 98th. At the bottom, yes, but that's a hell of a lot better than we are. The final score was us with a whopping seven (7) points and them with a ridiculous 55 on the scoreboard.
Yeah, I know--crazy, right?
And it just kept getting better.
Saturday morning (11/5/2011), Ryan had a basketball game, which his team lost (26 to 32), making them 0-3 so far this season. Sucks, I know.
And now for the big Nebraska game. Yes, my first venture to Memorial Stadium at UNL in Lincoln, Nebraska was an interesting event. I have never seen so many crazed football fans in one setting. And the vast "Sea of Red" was something--that's for sure.
The seats my family and I had weren't particularly great (Row 94 in the North end zone), but we had waited a long time before making the ticket purchase, so just obtaining tickets was enough.
After departing Ryan's basketball game, we headed out, made a quick stop to eat, and then arrived in Lincoln where we paid $15 to park in a local parking structure. After that, we collected our blankets and coats and walked to the stadium where we purchased a program for $5, waited in line for I don't know how long, underwent a security check (just like everyone else), and finally started climbing the steep steps up to our assigned seats just after shelling out $20 for stadium chairs.
I have never had to sit so closely to strangers in my entire life--surely the stands could have been spaced out a bit more, oh, but then that would have taken away potential income due to a slight lack in seating...how dare I think that anyone cared about the comfort of the fans.
At any rate, the Nebraska vs. Northwestern game was exciting, even if it did result in a loss for the Huskers (25-28), and with me having to leave with my ears ringing; the man seated right behind me yelled and screamed for the entire game. He shouted so often, that I timed his intervals: every 15 to 27 seconds he had something to say.
It's not like the college kids down on the field could hear him, but I'm sure he thought they could.
I secretly hoped he would earn himself a nasty case of laryngitis--he needed to be punished for damaging my hearing (my mother and I had gone over bringing our ear plugs, but that slipped our minds for whatever reason).
One thing that I was pretty stoked about was finally seeing the Husker Marching Band--I had seen them a couple of times during my high school marching band career, but my memories are starting to mesh together, so I couldn't quite recall how good everyone makes them out to be.
What I did remember was the fact that although they may possess a high quality sound, they rarely march, which always kind of irks me because marching should be part of a marching band--hence the name.
I took a few pictures, intensely watched their pre-game and halftime shows, finally coming to a conclusion: they kind of suck.
End of story, hands down, no questions asked: the University of Nebraska Husker Marching Band is lame.
That's right, I said (typed?) it; LAME! L-A-M-E!!! Ha ha. ;)
Of the three Nebraska Universities (UNK, UNL and UNO), UNO, by far, has the best marching band; and not just because I was part of it, but because they actually do stuff!
But that's another topic for another day--the UCLA marching band is pretty amazing, so I'm wickedly excited for an opportunity to be a part of that band. ^_^
As for the rest of my weekend, I worked yesterday for seven hours, came home, ate dinner, watched a movie and filled out a few more job applications for places that are hiring in California.
Haven't heard back from anyone yet, but sooner or later, I'm hoping that I will.
I might update again this week, but then again, I might not. So...I'll be back whenever. Lol.
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