This is my longest non-blogging streak yet. I am usually the freakish organization type, so I like to go back and catch up on everything, but that would take too long and wouldn't be really interesting, so I'm just going to write as it comes to me.
It's spring break now. Finally. All the stress and hassle of school were too much for me to handle. I love being with my friends and acquaintances. I even like the atmosphere of school. (A notable exception: the people that sprayed
pepper spray in the halls, so that I had to walk through the residual cloud, choking and coughing and getting red-eyed? Yeah, they can be expelled. If they don't want to be in school, let them go.) I never felt as at home at Flowers as I do at Oxon Hill. The facilities were incredible and fabulous. The people were just cold. As Papa put it, I've "assimilated". (He and my dad were installing a ceiling fan in the kitchen. It took hours. I went in, got food, and got out as quickly as possible.)
So, I welcome this ten-day break with open arms. Just knowing that there's no work that has to be done tonight, that I don't have to squeeze my life into my many waking hours, is such a relaxing feeling. You know that muscle right between your shoulders and your neck? Well, for me, that muscle is always tense. Always. I think it's loosening a bit.
On Saturday, I had to get up early. Ryan's making his First Communion this year, but he was never baptized, so we had to go out and do that. The deacon was really nice. I am now officially a godmother. That sounds a little deep-south to me, sister-godmother, but I'm good. After I changed and got lunch, I went to pick up Greg in Waldorf. He isn't the best direction-giver, but we were both a little distracted. We went to Andrew's house; it was his birthday, and he had one of those strange parties they throw. Granted, I don't go to many parties. And granted, they all play video games and I don't. Still. I always feel like the result of the open-girlfriend policy. The sole estrogen-bearer. I watched some
Futurama and ate some peanut butter M&M's (hadn't had those in years -- yummy!) before we left.
We had to leave early because I got tickets for...
Jeopardy! They came to town, and the tickets were free, so I was giddy. There were a lot of people there, at Constitution Hall. Alex (Trebek) was there, and they were filming Power Players week. Ari Fleischer (the former White House Press Secretary) was there playing for the March of Dimes, and he won. And the Final Jeopardy question was fun and easy -- thanks, Rajni. We came back and got a late dinner at Friendly's. Our waitress was very efficient. She moved fast and checked on us, but she wasn't intrusive and she didn't get anything wrong. I liked that.
This morning, I had to get up at the crack of dawn. Seriously. I know daylight savings time just started, but it was dark when I got up! I was tired all morning, but we had to go get new ID cards, so I just went along. In exchange, I got a picture of my not-grown-out bangs and a McGriddle. The former sucks. The latter was really good. Like an entire breakfast in sandwich form, but I guess that's the point.
I spent the rest of today on my terms. I was up really early for my usual schedule, so I had a lot of time to lay around, which is what I did. I read, I watched lots of reruns, I did my discussion points (my only real homework over the break), and then I finally came online.
Last week in school wasn't great. I was so tired from weeks and weeks of working so hard. Mr. T finally came back, which is wonderful. Mrs. Anderson, on the other hand, is cancelling Thursday It's Ac practices this month. I guess that won't hurt much. I hope Monday/Wednesday practices will lure people back. Almost all of our strongest players are graduating. We need to attract new people and encourage the ones we have. I'll be busy during and after school with Adkins preparing for the AP US History exam, and studying for the AP Lit exam at the same time, while still balancing all my regular class assignments, my relationship, my sanity, my friendships, and my family life.
I skipped Ms. Sim's class on Friday and went to Mr. Bley's room. Greg and some other people planned to be there, so I went along. I mostly sat and read my book and
Seventeen. It was a little lonely, but bearable. Greg is in Virginia all week with Ian, David, and Andrew, so I'll be at home. And my parents are going to Atlanta on my mom's business trip starting Wednesday, so I have rugrat duty on top of everything else.
Like I told Greg last week, my life exhausts me. It takes every ounce of energy and strength I have -- emotional and physical -- to maintain the delicate balance I have even now. The problem with that is that I try as hard as I can. I give everything I have. It's not enough. I break down because I can't handle everything weighing on me. I'm so busy that I don't have time to calm down. I just have to keep going until it all comes crashing back onto me. Greg's great like that; he's always there for me. I don't see how I'd still be functioning without his support. It's just so much sometimes, and I'm only seventeen. I have a lot of life to deal with yet.
