454

i've had one whole day of true freedom, meaning no school. the weekend sort of counted, but it wasn't as authentic as waking up on a monday morning and staying on the couch with coffee and couric, rather than going to referee the lives of adolescents.

i successfully ran and lifted some poundage and then fed my muscles with a yummy smoothie. my hip hurts though. i think it's broken. or it might just be that the band connecting hip to knee that is totally blown b/c my knee also hurts and won't straighten out. i think it's all gunked up with scar tissue and goo. it hates me b/c i won't stop messing it up, so as a result it has now gotten my hip to join in its ranks against me. me and the battle of my right leg. it's ok, i just feel old.

i remember being in high school, i think the summer after 9th grade, and being at basketball camp, which always sucked b/c the idea of playing basketball from 9 to 9 is not at all intriguing. i was sitting just inside the gym door, waiting my turn to play i guess, and i remember having this very bright conversation with one of my coaches about how i was going to run and lift weights forever and never let my muscles go all slack and blah blah blah. she looked down at me, rolled her eyes, and said yeah right. the fact that i remember this is funny, and the fact that she was right about how freakin hard it can be to make your body do all that stuff it used to is not exactly a refreshing thought. again, it just makes me feel old.

i should rub some flex-all 454 all over my leg and go hang out with the 5am crowd at the ymca or something.

They were lovely and pleasant

Funny things about this picture. 1. The vein in my neck is about to explode. Bam! A mess.
2. Will's eye is blood shot from being seasick for approximately 5 hours. 3. His tongue makes his lip look really swollen and puffy. Poor guy.

Transition

We were 18 changing people

mixed up in 2 bodies,

me with 17 faces and you 1

on Tuesdays,

and on Fridays

you with 16 and me 2.

But that’s no more

than the toast

we eat with jam,

than the coffee

we drink with cream,

the cups we hold

in cold hands

full of unthoughtof words

trying to move, comfortable

within the stairwell

you’d never want

to let go in,

afraid to be finished

while still in transition

from a lower place to higher,

high to low,

and this is me

stealing your idea,

using you for

the 2 empty cups

of your worth.

Photos

I added a link! Look Look said Kris! Photos, I'm finally catching up with the rest of you people.

put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show

This morning whilst driving down the country roads a Ramones song came on the radio. This is big because in my life only punk little 8th graders wear Ramones t-shirts and I don't really even think who they are. So the best radio station ever was playing the "20 20 24 hours ago" song and I was rocking out and I was magically warp zoned back to 8th grade myself when My So Called Life was the best show on earth and Jordan Catalano saved the day by stepping up to sing in a local battle of the bands or school talent show after Rayanne freaked out and couldn't do the performance. He stepped up and in that mysterious way started singing the "20 20 24 hours ago" song. I don't know the title of the song and it doesn't matter because today I pictured Jordan Catalano...and I just knew that today would be grand because my old TV crush landed in my morning mind shots.

harpo

oprah says you should pick up your crown and put it on your head. she says it is sitting in front of you, paid for, and we have to wear it. WHAT?!

check this page out. awesome photographs.
http://www.thescreamonline.com/photo/photo6-1/burtynsky/index.html


i especially love the shot of the chicken factory in china. i read an awesome YA book kira-kira and the mother of the girls in the book works in a chicken factory. i don't think they were chinese, but none the less, i love the image and the book is outstanding. it made me cry so we know it's a winner.

belly jelly

Today I had a craving for jelly beans. So william hooked me up with some. Now I feel like a jelly bean because I couldn't stop eating them and consumed so many that it crossed my mind that I might never want a jelly bean again. Ever.

I made a presentation today to a bunch of teachers. I started off by telling them I'd be giving them something practical because teachers like things that are just so practical. They like to be given things to do in their classrooms that doesn't always involve them inventing every little aspect. So that's what I tried to do. Talking to a group of teachers is a bit like talking to a room full of YOUR scariest teacher. We're very judgemental of one another, the teaching crowd, and though I was armed with a whole packet of good useful stuff I still had the drifting "oh they think I'm too young to know anything, what am I doing up here, what had I planned to say next" thoughts. It worked out and people applauded after so I guess I made sense.

I feel like to close I should make some comment on the world, some current event. But you see, I live in a warp zone where I spend my whole day with people and we talk about nothing related to current events past American Idol. Instead we talk about reading/writing instruction, which leaves me with nothing at all to comment in my blog about. There should maybe be an internet site with news for busy people, just the top important stuff. I guess I could just go to msnbc and read the headlines huh? I'm typing myself in circles and now just feel silly for admitting that I don't know what happened in any major city or country today except that Donald Trump was on the Today show continuing to bash Martha. A ha! That's a current event right?