And One For Scott - Post #239

You're not a poor imitation of a godfather. =) How many people's godfathers can use a computer, let alone check up on their godkid's blog? Or comment. Besides, I don't really know what godkids are supposed to do anyways. =) So thanks for dropping by. The support is greatly appreciated. I think I'm writing an article for the school newspaper about the grades vs. love learning thing. Thanks, I'm glad you like the picture. Editing them entertains me, as does reading. And don't worry about the math - one step at a time, and anything is easy to deal with.

Game tonight! Should be good. It's really hot out right now, not looking forward to wearing the helmets. I should go finish getting ready, sorry for the shortness. =)

Paramore = love.

--Iona

I Fell In Love, In Love With You Suddenly - Post #238

Today was weird. A lot of it was depressing, and some bits were happy. Tom was very out of it when I saw him this morning, then completely MIA for band class. I found out later he went home sick first period. And in one little way it was good. I'm terrified to talk to him on the phone. I'm afraid I won't hear him or I'll say something dumb or I won't know what to say at all. But not seeing him in school made me call him. And I didn't die. it was still really short, but I think I'll try and call him more. I'd love to be able to talk to him on the phone for ages and ages, but I'm scared to. No idea why. It's just so much easier in person.

I love my brother to pieces. There was a spider crawling on my wall and he came and caught it for me. =)

Band tonight was amazing. And weird. And unproductive. We videotaped the cadence (it's on YouTube) and that was fun. But we didn't get much done. Oh well. =)

--Iona

Life, and Stuff - Post #237

It's rather hard to post when you're overloaded with homework and the only free time you have is at night, when the day has collapsed on you and you're depressed whether or not it was an amazing day.

Band is a struggle. Everyone's all grr and snare is harder and I have issues when I can't get things right.

School is a struggle. Math...I'm behind in my notes and homework because I'm redoing them. I can't take her notes anymore. They don't help anything at all. I'm behind in chem (BAD) because of math, and I've got a massive English project to do. It's so hard to stay motivated in school when it revolves around grading and grading is subjective anyways, so what's the point? My dad was right. School should be about motivating you to want to continue learning for the rest of your life, not making you lose hope in ever enjoying facts ever again.

Life is a struggle. I miss Rachel being happy. My mom's one messed up little chickadee. I miss my dad. I still like Tom far too much to be healthy.

Things to look forward to? I'm so ready to go back to swim team, even if I can only do it once a week. I need to get back into shape. I need to hurt. I need to be physically exhausted. I need to feel like crap and have Kevin believe in me again. I need to believe in myself. Right now that's out of the question.

You are the one, the one that lies close to me.
Whispers, "Hello, I miss you quite terribly."
I fell in love, in love with you suddenly.
Now there's nowhere else I could be, but
Here in your arms.

Gabi gave me that CD today, so no need to steal in from Danica. I blared it from my CD player and forgot everything.

--Iona

I'm An Idiot - Post #236

Had a mild heart attack tonight when I wrote a song and sent it to Tom. Luckily, Danica was there for me.

Me: im hyperventilating
Danica: don't
Danica: calm
Danica: deep breath

And so was Sarah.

Me: im dead
Sarah: CLEAR

So here it is. Hope you like it.

There’s a whisper of rain on the ground
And every time I hear that sound
I think of all the things I’ve found
Since I found you
I’m wishing I could see your face
But you’re somewhere in another place
A distance of heart and space
I just can’t get through

I thought that they were all the same
An old story with a brand new name
And then out of the dark you came
Now my world is shaking
My heart was always on the run
Never thought that I would be the one
But to my little planet you’re the sun
My reality’s breaking

When I’m with you it’s all so clear
I wish you were here

I’ll run into your arms, with you I am strong
Like everything’s okay
Hold on to me tight, hold me through the night
Hear me when I say
I think I love you, is that okay?

And now every morning starts anew
I wake up knowing I’ll see you
It’s so perfect it just can’t be true
I’m living a dream now
So softly you hold my hand
I’m falling for you like quicksand
And I slowly I understand
That sometime, somehow

When I’m with you there’s nothing to fear
I wish you were here

I’ll run into your arms, with you I am strong
Like everything’s okay
Hold on to me tight, hold me through the night
Hear me when I say
I think I love you, is that okay?

I’ll run into your arms, with you I am strong
Like everything’s okay
Hold on to me tight, hold me through the night
Hear me when I say
I think I love you, is that okay?
If I told you I loved you, what would you say?
I think I love you, is that okay?

--Iona

Clam Jam - Post #235

The robotics team was "volunteering" at the Clam Jam today. Basically, Nick, Jess, Zack, Mr. Cormier, Paige, Claire, Tim, Tom and me hung out down there, made sure the kids in the bouncy house and with the hula hoops and jumpropes and things, and fooled around. Claire, Paige, and I got our faces painted. Why? Don't know, but the sparkles won't come off.

We played volleyball with a giant inflatable soccer ball, did the cotton-eyed Joe, colored on the tablecloth, took photos, ate food, generally just fooled around. It was a nice morning.

Now I have history, geometry, and chemistry homework. I've started everything, but nothing's done.

I really like the band Paramore. Not only do they have a great female singer who isn't a ditz and can really sing, but she's pretty in a normal sort of way.

I don't understand this math.

Oh. Nevermind, I'm just an airhead.

I think I'll go outside. There's a chance I'll get to do something fun tonight, but it's growing slimmer by the second.

Dad, I need two pictures off my camera by Friday. Is that possible? The email didn't work.

--Iona

Keep on Keeping On - Post #234

It's been a while, huh? School's started, and it's okay. English is the same as last year, S.S. has some current events for a nice change, math is tedious, Spanish is pretty typical, chemistry with the infamous Temme should be a ride. But I do have symphonic band as a class, which really makes my day.

Band's going pretty crazily. I feel pretty confident playing snare now, and I have Tommy - Part One memorized, but the fieldwork is rough. Playing and marching is just as hard as ever, and though the beginning of drill went fine, when we practiced on the back field today I felt rather lost. Then again, it was boiling hot and 9 in the morning. That might count for something.

I added that map up there just now, and I've already got somebody from California. That's pretty cool. I want somewhere radical, like Zimbabwe. But California's a start. =)

I lost the CD to install a program on my phone, so I'm trying to get photos off it by sending them in a "Pix Message" to my email address. No sign on if it's worked yet. I doubt it.

I have so much to do...and I don't feel like doing ANY of it. Don't come, Monday...

--Iona