So. I am in the library of my school, blogging on a Saturday. My head is buzzing from the cross-court noise of the gym.
So. My team sucks. We lost every game. And every set. Except for one set, I think. I did okay. Our coach is great. Shelby R makes us laugh. She graduated last year, and found her old locker, which is one of my BFF's, Kensey's, locker this year. It has some pervotical graffitti. So charming.
A diet Pepsi would be extremely lovely right now.
Showing posts with label volleyball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label volleyball. Show all posts
3.10.09
19.7.09
VOLLEYBLAST!
My brother Landon's baseball provinicals are coming to a close. They may have a chance of going into the finals!
My family and I are camping right now, and today I have volleyball camp! You're free to sign in from eleven thirty to twelve-forty-five, which is when the camp begins. I'm really excited to be going, but kinda nervous too. I mean, it's highly likely that everyone else will be fanatical skinny people that jog in the morning and can do the six-minute run without dying. I am none of the above. Plus, I'll be the only cripple there. But my volleyball knee pads will probably slide right over my braces, hiding the horror of my deformity. Ha ha, I sound like Le Fantome de la Opera. Who is awesome.
But who knows? I could have a blast. *snork* VolleyBLAST, get it? Har-dee-har-har. I mean, during the school year during volleyball I was, modestly, one of the best players on the team. During practices I would run and cheer and work like no one's business, but I wouldn't even feel my tiredness until we had to leave. Practices were always too short. And I've got a mean spike.
This going to be a cool new experience! Whee!!
P.S. Off topic, but I'm learning how to play guitar. I'm using my brother's guitar and book, and I'm just teaching myself. It's easier than I thought, though my fingers are practically bleeding when I'm done.
My family and I are camping right now, and today I have volleyball camp! You're free to sign in from eleven thirty to twelve-forty-five, which is when the camp begins. I'm really excited to be going, but kinda nervous too. I mean, it's highly likely that everyone else will be fanatical skinny people that jog in the morning and can do the six-minute run without dying. I am none of the above. Plus, I'll be the only cripple there. But my volleyball knee pads will probably slide right over my braces, hiding the horror of my deformity. Ha ha, I sound like Le Fantome de la Opera. Who is awesome.
But who knows? I could have a blast. *snork* VolleyBLAST, get it? Har-dee-har-har. I mean, during the school year during volleyball I was, modestly, one of the best players on the team. During practices I would run and cheer and work like no one's business, but I wouldn't even feel my tiredness until we had to leave. Practices were always too short. And I've got a mean spike.
This going to be a cool new experience! Whee!!
P.S. Off topic, but I'm learning how to play guitar. I'm using my brother's guitar and book, and I'm just teaching myself. It's easier than I thought, though my fingers are practically bleeding when I'm done.
22.3.09
Upcoming, Recent, and Present Stuff
UPCOMING: Lanigan Dance Festival. I am in dance. I take ballet, ballet exam (ugh), tap, jazz, and a musical theatre solo. For those of you peeps who are not all up in the dance vocab, the difference between ballet and ballet exam is this. In ballet class, which is one hour, you generally spend about thirty minutes doing universal exercises (plies, tendus, etc.) The rest of the class is spent making up a dance routine, which is completely original. You get the costumes, hair, way too much makeup, and you go to LDF and other places and wait backstage and chew your nails and forget the dance before you go on and preform, showing everyone how awesome you are. You get the costumes and the performance for tap and jazz and stuff as well. Ballet exam is when you do an hour of the stupid exercises everyone hates while you glower at your teacher and feel fat in the leotards. The only reason I am taking ballet exam is so that I am able to take a musical theatre solo. Musical theatre is when you lip-sync. I'm doing "My Favorite Things" from the Sound of Music. It's fun.
Also way-upcoming: summer camp. We have a cabin, and a lake and a boat, seadoo, tubes, waterskiis, wakeboard, the works (no, we are not rich. Don't get the wrong idea.) so we generally are set and don't often go to summer camp. I went to horse camp once while Landon went to hockey camp. But this year we're all going camping for a week in a city nearest to us and we're all going to camp. Kloey's going to gymnastics camp, Carson and Landon are going to hockey camp, and I'm going to Volleyblast. I love volleyball and so, I'm going to camp and learning some intense skills. It'll be great but its far off.
RECENT: My Catechism class went to the hospital today and visited the unfortunate old people. My sister came with us, as did Kristy's little brother Brady who is Kloey's age (fourth grade.) Kloey played some piano songs and I read some of my poetry and we played board games and took them on walks in their wheelchairs around the halls and chatted. I was somewhat timid at first, but we brought one of my dogs, Shanli, and I loosened up. Shanli was pretty good. She's an irish setter, so she can basically walk over and they can reach her from their beds, wheelchairs, whatever. It was cool. I'm glad I went.
PRESENT: Happy Birthday, Jehsyka. Have fun with your fourteen-year-old list.
Also way-upcoming: summer camp. We have a cabin, and a lake and a boat, seadoo, tubes, waterskiis, wakeboard, the works (no, we are not rich. Don't get the wrong idea.) so we generally are set and don't often go to summer camp. I went to horse camp once while Landon went to hockey camp. But this year we're all going camping for a week in a city nearest to us and we're all going to camp. Kloey's going to gymnastics camp, Carson and Landon are going to hockey camp, and I'm going to Volleyblast. I love volleyball and so, I'm going to camp and learning some intense skills. It'll be great but its far off.
RECENT: My Catechism class went to the hospital today and visited the unfortunate old people. My sister came with us, as did Kristy's little brother Brady who is Kloey's age (fourth grade.) Kloey played some piano songs and I read some of my poetry and we played board games and took them on walks in their wheelchairs around the halls and chatted. I was somewhat timid at first, but we brought one of my dogs, Shanli, and I loosened up. Shanli was pretty good. She's an irish setter, so she can basically walk over and they can reach her from their beds, wheelchairs, whatever. It was cool. I'm glad I went.
PRESENT: Happy Birthday, Jehsyka. Have fun with your fourteen-year-old list.
1.11.08
Candy and Volleyball
Here are my candy stats:
Full-Size Chocolate Bars (not mini): 16
Mini Chocolate Bars: 69
Mini-Packs of Skittles: 3
Rockets: 8
Fizz: 2
Candy Bracelets: 2
Wagon Wheels: 2
Balloons: 1
Suckers: 15
Stickers: 1
Pop Rocks: 2
Jelly Bean Pen: 1
Mini Bags of Chips: 19
Mini-Pringles: 1
Rejects: 34
Rejects includes all the stuff I cannot or will not eat because of my braces, and the cheap crud that's just plain gross. Into that pile went a lot of Maynards. Of course, those numbers are not entirely accurate, because before I counted my sibs and I did our whole barter/trade/shuck away thing, so some was missing. Plus of course today the numbers are, well, lower.
This was my last year of trick-or-treating, so I tried to enjoy it, even though I don't really like trick-or-treating. It's kind of boring.
Today was Districts for V-ball. We lost to two teams and then beat the best team there! How ironic is that? That is so our team. Go Us. One of my team members, my buddy Alex, was really down cuz we were sucking and she had a headache or something. Her face, which is usually like beaming, was so sad. It gave me three feelings:
1. The kind that makes you wanna slap them or beat them up to make them get their head in the game from sheer fear, terror and intimidation (okay not really, just the one slapping part)
2. The kind that makes you wanna be all flowery, Hallmark, grandmotherly kind.
3. The kind that makes you wanna make them laugh so hard they pee themselves.
Of course, their are always, er, backfires to these plans.
3. They don't pay attention to the game, or the make the court slippery.
2. They feel sorry for themselves even more.
1. Take a wild guess.
But anyhoo, we did purdy good. I'm too lazy to type anymore, I'm gonna go knock down those candy stats a bit more while watching "Le Fantome De L'Opera." (If you're not French, that's "The Phantom of the Opera. If you're stupid, it means one of those fictional people that are not far below God. God is the most powerful almighty, of course, and Jesus is second in command, plus all the saints and Mary and all them. But after them, there is Bella, Edward, Jacob, Maximum Ride, and LFDLO, or TPOTO.)
Have A Grand Ole Time With Yo Halloween Candy!!!!
Full-Size Chocolate Bars (not mini): 16
Mini Chocolate Bars: 69
Mini-Packs of Skittles: 3
Rockets: 8
Fizz: 2
Candy Bracelets: 2
Wagon Wheels: 2
Balloons: 1
Suckers: 15
Stickers: 1
Pop Rocks: 2
Jelly Bean Pen: 1
Mini Bags of Chips: 19
Mini-Pringles: 1
Rejects: 34
Rejects includes all the stuff I cannot or will not eat because of my braces, and the cheap crud that's just plain gross. Into that pile went a lot of Maynards. Of course, those numbers are not entirely accurate, because before I counted my sibs and I did our whole barter/trade/shuck away thing, so some was missing. Plus of course today the numbers are, well, lower.
This was my last year of trick-or-treating, so I tried to enjoy it, even though I don't really like trick-or-treating. It's kind of boring.
Today was Districts for V-ball. We lost to two teams and then beat the best team there! How ironic is that? That is so our team. Go Us. One of my team members, my buddy Alex, was really down cuz we were sucking and she had a headache or something. Her face, which is usually like beaming, was so sad. It gave me three feelings:
1. The kind that makes you wanna slap them or beat them up to make them get their head in the game from sheer fear, terror and intimidation (okay not really, just the one slapping part)
2. The kind that makes you wanna be all flowery, Hallmark, grandmotherly kind.
3. The kind that makes you wanna make them laugh so hard they pee themselves.
Of course, their are always, er, backfires to these plans.
3. They don't pay attention to the game, or the make the court slippery.
2. They feel sorry for themselves even more.
1. Take a wild guess.
But anyhoo, we did purdy good. I'm too lazy to type anymore, I'm gonna go knock down those candy stats a bit more while watching "Le Fantome De L'Opera." (If you're not French, that's "The Phantom of the Opera. If you're stupid, it means one of those fictional people that are not far below God. God is the most powerful almighty, of course, and Jesus is second in command, plus all the saints and Mary and all them. But after them, there is Bella, Edward, Jacob, Maximum Ride, and LFDLO, or TPOTO.)
Have A Grand Ole Time With Yo Halloween Candy!!!!
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