Bah

Barely an hour before I have to drag myself to track practice again. I don't want to go. Mostly because I hate having to wait for the bus, which always makes me late. I wish I could find a good explanation for why I just cannot catch the buses anymore. Ah well, it only wastes like, a total of three hours every day that I'd much rather be able to spend on.. well.. anything. Even calc homework. I wish I could have a car here. Even though I'd probably have similar problems with parking and all. Darn this school for being so close to being awesome, but so terribly frustratingly far away.

So, today I sat through Bio and was bored. Bored like I haven't been since.. err, Hum last quarter... but a bored that's more similar to a high school kind of boredom. I've got to be careful I don't just stop paying attention alltogether, because I'm sure it's eventually going to get a bit harder. So basically I've sat around all day being pretty bored and occasionally daydreaming and thinking about random things. Like how so much of me isn't... me. I mean, it's been there so long it's become a definite me-ness... I guess I am the combination of all kinds of things... but there are so many parts of my personality and bearing and demeanor that have come from these absolutely bizarre places and just stuck with me. I think the first thing I really picked up was my sarcastic tone, which was bummed off of someone that wasn't even being sarcastic at all, but pretty much talked like that all the time. But I found it amusing, and it always sounded sarcastic to me, and I started using it. This probably is the root of most of the confusion that surrounds my sarcasm and when exactly I'm using it. I picked up crossing my arms when I'm sceptical from... yes, the X-Files. What I get from wanting for awhile to be Scully. I don't remember where I picked up the way I play with my hair, but it was weird too. And I notice today in drama while I was trying to position someone into an expressive statue (a bizarre situation in itself) that I have already picked up this bizarre hand-on-my-chin and tapping my foot sort of contemplative position. I'm sure I don't have to explain where it came from, either. Darn me. Darn my unoriginality and collage of actions. Darn the fact that I pick up habits so easily. What the heck? I am such a weird person.

Ah well, I suppose I'll be off to wander the internet randomly. I'm definitely not reading fanfiction. No way.

Eek, track.

Yep, I'm being lazy again. Actually, track practice wasn't that bad today (aside from the fact that I had to eat Subway again because I couldn't make it to dinner on time). I've switched my high jump approach to a more straight-on thing, which is insanely more comfortable for some reason (maybe I'm insane?)... I just need to get used to it. I actually cleared 4'6" in practice today, which is something I haven't done for a loooong time. I also cleared 3'8"ish standing (easily, even), which was fun. It's sort of proof that I am actually stronger than I was last year, because I could only do 3'6" at the most. It was also nice for my confidence, because I did better than two of the other high jumpers. Maybe I don't suck as much as I think I do? That's probably a universal constant for me though, because I always think I suck. Perhaps the new approach will work out for me, and I can maybe stop embarassing myself. It's already become obvious that my old take-off point from last year was doing me far more harm than good, since it was basically in front of the standard, leaving me to jump at the highest part of the bar. And my J was never ever consistant. Except of course when we actually drew it on the ground. I imagine I used more chalk than all of the other jumpers in my county.

Then, after I got my lovely Subway dinner (well, better than BJ at least, though I imagine I'll probably get sick of it this quarter), the bus was actually right outside. First time that's happened this quarter. Heh, maybe things are looking up? Perhaps it's a sign. Hehehe. Well, I'd better figure out what my reading for Hum is, and do it like I'm supposed to. Hooray for making this post before something else makes me bitter again. Though, sometimes it is fun to be insanely bitter, like while I was waiting for the bus today being causticly sarcastic about someone trying to compare catching a bus with GTA... then I started ranting on about stealing a random cab and picking up body armour behind Alpha Delt, and in some dark alley finding a giant floating pill that is drugs... or perhaps doing nothing but talk througout my life, occasionally having to battle things that you can't see. And perhaps carrying a sword that is four times my height. Or having to jump into giant machines to fight things. Or... or... wee! I am so bored!