Time for a little (joke) post before bed, eh?
This weekend i went to Disneyland with choir. It went surprisingly well, considering how much of it sucked... let's start with the trip to california.
Bus ride to cali- fun, listen to iPod, talk to mark and scott, mess around, be gay, all that jazz. (okay, minus the gay ... cause... yeah.)
Enter Hampton hotel: Play with snails, scott kills a bunch(of the snails), i freeze one and throw it at Mackenzie, hilarity ensues, Chris bores us with annoying sports programs on tv. i fall asleep.
Friday: We decide to go to the beach. This is where it got really fun. You all know me- my plaid collared shirt and jeans are all-terrain, all-weather clothing. I wore them to the beach, as well. After a while of messing around, jumping over the waves, my pants become soaked, then gradually my shirt- so i say, "screw it." and start swimming. I swam further out so that i could catch the waves when they were big. I was out there with a couple other people. Apparently i chose the wrong time to swim a few feet further and grab some seaweed that i thought would make a suitable whip (lol...). Right then, the high tide started to come in. I got caught behind the waves, which created this current that kept drawing me back. I heard everyone on the sand yelling, "Alex! Come back!!!" and thought they were messing around, or jumping to conclusions. I then realized i had gone about 15 feet past the safety bouy(sp?), so i began to swim as hard as i could.
After about (what seemed like a lifetime)5 minutes, i realized i had used about half of my energy, and had only gotten to the buoy; now i was in front of the gigantic waves, to make things worse. I tried to "ride" a couple waves toward the sand, only succeeding in getting some mouthful/nosefuls of salt water. after using the majority of my energy, and frantically yelling for help from Mark Gordon (Even though i knew at the time, and now, that he wouldn't be able to help me- i was too far, and he's not trained for the ocean) i got caught in a large wave and got slammed into the ground a couple times, managing to find the surface and grab air only once. Then (thank GOD) i felt an arm grab me and pull me out of the water. The lifeguard looked me in the face and said very seriously, "Go under the wave!" and as i saw the huge wave coming, i had my doubts, and as he counted to 3, i feebly yelled "I need help," whereupon he threw me under water with him, dodging the wave, and just getting a bit more water up my nose. Randi Frampton (she's so nice) came up to me with the lifeguard, and they helped me walk back, along the sand.
I've never been so sore, exhausted, and scared in my life. I just laid there on the towel, weezing; every single muscle in my body cramped to the point where it felt like i had just maxed out... twice. Even the roofs of my feet were stuck in permanent cramps... Lol, i felt so pathetic- i even had to ask Randi to open the water bottle for me.
So....... Long story short (wait i already made it long... oops) the beach sucks. And then one of my friends said something like "Don't worry, we don't think you're a girl." and i don't think anyone understood how borderline-traumatizing the whole event was. I thought i was going to die :-/ But Randi, Mackenzie, and Ross rock my world. they hung out and gave me water while i was dehydrated and wheezing. lol.
Okay. So then we go perform later that day. Lol, luckily i felt better within a couple hours (super sore still, yes, but much better). We did awesome in jazz (ended up getting 1st place) and AMAZINGLY awesome in show (ended up getting 2nd place... doesn't make sense? It does when you hear about the choir that beat us... but that's another story, and this post is getting gigantic.)
Okay, so girls also did great (got 1st in womens ensemble) and concert choir... well... they tried. :)
Then we went back to the hotel, i felt like crap, so i fell asleep, and then my friends made fun of me and recorded me as i spoke in my sleep- having a nightmare about the events that had transpired earlier in the day.
Whew.
Saturday: Disneyland! Yeah, i get to hang out with my best friend Scott, and Mark Gordon, and whoever else wants to come with, right? No... About an hour or two into the day, at California Adventures, me and Ross are ditched, left alone to Chris Johnson and Natalie Wisener. Natalie and Chris are great people. Annoying yes, but you can handle them alone. Together- no. Please... No. So i call Mackenzie (who was with the ditchers) and they kind of keep us updated on where they are every time we call (neat.).
So then we run into them later... Jessica Adams adds herself to the group and apologizes, because she didn't know they ditched us, she thought we just left. Then the rest ditch us, again.
I meet Lindsay Welton in Downtown Disney for lunch. Great to see her, she's as peppy as usual, then some dude from Ironwood that she knows comes, too; she totally ignores me and swaps stories with him for like 20 minutes, and then i said goodbye.
THEN we go to Disneyland, have fun, meet up with other people (Derek, Janelle, Mandy) and ride all the good rides except for Splash Mountain, and then go to the awards Ceremony at night. Where the ditchers and us all have awkward conversations because i dont want to be a jerk to them... Two wrongs dont make a right. But at the same time, i couldn't just let them "get away with it," persay, and have them think it doesn't hurt feelings, or doesn't matter, to completely ditch your friends.
*Sigh* i'm a whiner. All in all, the vacation, despite the tone of my writing, was very fun. It just had some very sucky moments, and some people just really surprised/hurt me. Life goes on, high school is almost over, college is in sight. :)
Bus ride to cali- fun, listen to iPod, talk to mark and scott, mess around, be gay, all that jazz. (okay, minus the gay ... cause... yeah.)
Enter Hampton hotel: Play with snails, scott kills a bunch(of the snails), i freeze one and throw it at Mackenzie, hilarity ensues, Chris bores us with annoying sports programs on tv. i fall asleep.
Friday: We decide to go to the beach. This is where it got really fun. You all know me- my plaid collared shirt and jeans are all-terrain, all-weather clothing. I wore them to the beach, as well. After a while of messing around, jumping over the waves, my pants become soaked, then gradually my shirt- so i say, "screw it." and start swimming. I swam further out so that i could catch the waves when they were big. I was out there with a couple other people. Apparently i chose the wrong time to swim a few feet further and grab some seaweed that i thought would make a suitable whip (lol...). Right then, the high tide started to come in. I got caught behind the waves, which created this current that kept drawing me back. I heard everyone on the sand yelling, "Alex! Come back!!!" and thought they were messing around, or jumping to conclusions. I then realized i had gone about 15 feet past the safety bouy(sp?), so i began to swim as hard as i could.
After about (what seemed like a lifetime)5 minutes, i realized i had used about half of my energy, and had only gotten to the buoy; now i was in front of the gigantic waves, to make things worse. I tried to "ride" a couple waves toward the sand, only succeeding in getting some mouthful/nosefuls of salt water. after using the majority of my energy, and frantically yelling for help from Mark Gordon (Even though i knew at the time, and now, that he wouldn't be able to help me- i was too far, and he's not trained for the ocean) i got caught in a large wave and got slammed into the ground a couple times, managing to find the surface and grab air only once. Then (thank GOD) i felt an arm grab me and pull me out of the water. The lifeguard looked me in the face and said very seriously, "Go under the wave!" and as i saw the huge wave coming, i had my doubts, and as he counted to 3, i feebly yelled "I need help," whereupon he threw me under water with him, dodging the wave, and just getting a bit more water up my nose. Randi Frampton (she's so nice) came up to me with the lifeguard, and they helped me walk back, along the sand.
I've never been so sore, exhausted, and scared in my life. I just laid there on the towel, weezing; every single muscle in my body cramped to the point where it felt like i had just maxed out... twice. Even the roofs of my feet were stuck in permanent cramps... Lol, i felt so pathetic- i even had to ask Randi to open the water bottle for me.
So....... Long story short (wait i already made it long... oops) the beach sucks. And then one of my friends said something like "Don't worry, we don't think you're a girl." and i don't think anyone understood how borderline-traumatizing the whole event was. I thought i was going to die :-/ But Randi, Mackenzie, and Ross rock my world. they hung out and gave me water while i was dehydrated and wheezing. lol.
Okay. So then we go perform later that day. Lol, luckily i felt better within a couple hours (super sore still, yes, but much better). We did awesome in jazz (ended up getting 1st place) and AMAZINGLY awesome in show (ended up getting 2nd place... doesn't make sense? It does when you hear about the choir that beat us... but that's another story, and this post is getting gigantic.)
Okay, so girls also did great (got 1st in womens ensemble) and concert choir... well... they tried. :)
Then we went back to the hotel, i felt like crap, so i fell asleep, and then my friends made fun of me and recorded me as i spoke in my sleep- having a nightmare about the events that had transpired earlier in the day.
Whew.
Saturday: Disneyland! Yeah, i get to hang out with my best friend Scott, and Mark Gordon, and whoever else wants to come with, right? No... About an hour or two into the day, at California Adventures, me and Ross are ditched, left alone to Chris Johnson and Natalie Wisener. Natalie and Chris are great people. Annoying yes, but you can handle them alone. Together- no. Please... No. So i call Mackenzie (who was with the ditchers) and they kind of keep us updated on where they are every time we call (neat.).
So then we run into them later... Jessica Adams adds herself to the group and apologizes, because she didn't know they ditched us, she thought we just left. Then the rest ditch us, again.
I meet Lindsay Welton in Downtown Disney for lunch. Great to see her, she's as peppy as usual, then some dude from Ironwood that she knows comes, too; she totally ignores me and swaps stories with him for like 20 minutes, and then i said goodbye.
THEN we go to Disneyland, have fun, meet up with other people (Derek, Janelle, Mandy) and ride all the good rides except for Splash Mountain, and then go to the awards Ceremony at night. Where the ditchers and us all have awkward conversations because i dont want to be a jerk to them... Two wrongs dont make a right. But at the same time, i couldn't just let them "get away with it," persay, and have them think it doesn't hurt feelings, or doesn't matter, to completely ditch your friends.
*Sigh* i'm a whiner. All in all, the vacation, despite the tone of my writing, was very fun. It just had some very sucky moments, and some people just really surprised/hurt me. Life goes on, high school is almost over, college is in sight. :)