So all last week I had probably gotten 5 hours of sleep, no play, all work, low energy, high crankiness, going bonkers, etc. I didn't even have the weekend to sleep because it was big meeting on Saturday and special meal on sunday, plus reading period. So, of course friday night, being the end of classes, Harkness was abreast with a bustle of sound ( Read more... )

So my brother has this girlfriend Shana who he has been with for 3 or 4 years now I guess. And...they hate each other. It used to be they bicker sometimes and he would complain about her. But lately (the past year or so) it has been like every time I see them they are fighting very visciously. It worries me, too, because they are both kind of crazy ( Read more... )

This morning I woke up early to try to finish my french paper that was due at 9:00, took a shower, went to french, went to geology, went to russian, went to lunch, worked more on my paper, brought nate anderson to "take a friend to contact day" (he liked it! Yes!!), went to orchestra rehearsal, went to dinner, worked on my paper (during which time ( Read more... )

I went home with Steve for Thanksgiving. I feel good. I feel a new feeling that I'm not completely familiar with. All negativity was smushed at the beginning. The anxiety about my first major holiday away from home, missing the friends I would have been able to see, missing Uncle Chris and co. (major bummer), anxiety about meeting all of Steve's ( Read more... )

In the midst of a very long day. Got up at 6:00 to do french homework, made breakfast and the other cook failed to show, french class, geology, russian (really scary test tomorrow), got into varsity contact!, so did steve, life changes starting...now, tried to find him and talk about it to no avail, went to see La Haine for French (o mon dieu), ( Read more... )

So the friday before last my bike had been stolen. I looked for it for a few days, and hoped that maybe the jerk was only borrowing it. After a few days, and miserable walks through the rain at 8am from Steve's house to go to french class, I decided to get out the crayons and make a sign. I also was planning all the different ways to ambush the ( Read more... )

Well, I haven't found out how to find out if I got in, I thought I could look it up if I got consent or not but I can't. I guess I'll find out in contact tomorrow. Geez. 2 tests and a paper due tomorrow. Not feeling it yet. Today I stopped by Nate Anderson's room to try to make a friendship move (I vow to put effort into becoming friends with this ( Read more... )

So tomorrow Ann posts names of people who get consent to take varsity contact. She gave a speech in class today about her reasons for excluding certain people (she didn't say who they were) and during it I got a real sense that I might not get in. She was saying yeah, there are the people who I feel are just ready and prepared to commit and then ( Read more... )

So I have a number of multi-media notebooks, if you will, in which I can write anything; shopping lists, poems, journal entries, to-do lists, sketches of plans, etc. I've been keeping them since I was 9 or 10, I think. The basic idea behind them is that I don't want to have to think, "oh, I need to write that down, but this is the wrong notebook ( Read more... )

I've always talked. That's how I've known I've made a connection with someone, is with a good, long, focused, thoughtful conversation. My closest High School friendships: Rebecca, Margot, Phelan, Ben, Mik, were all the product of regular deep, penetrative conversation. And this year the things I learned in Michigan came from important, satisfying ( Read more... )