02148, Take II

Vacation rocks. School sucks. Happy thought for the day: Only six weeks left starting Monday. Six is a number I might be able to deal with. I hope.
Malden was... Malden. It was cool to go back and just see how everyone's doing. The Sullys and Brit were pretty much the same. Same inability to follow through with plans, eh Bill =P? But it's just cool that we all click in pretty much the same way as we always did. I don't really talk to them that often, but when we manage to get together they still know me better than anyone in NH. Sort of sad. Outside that trio, some stuff was a little rocky... But the same, pretty much. No big changes. Not fundamental, at least. Everyone's the exact same as they always were, just some stuff that was kind of hidden before is more out in the open, and the reverse too. I've also received cofirmation that I haven't really changed that much, which is what I've thought all along =)
It was really crazy, but I always have a few minor revelations when I go back down, and I had sort of a big one when I was driving back up. I kind of realized how incredibly different NH is from Malden. I can say this all I want up here and no one really believes me, but you don't even realize how completely nuts 100 miles' distance makes things. Peoples' entire views on LIFE are nothing alike. And considering that I hang out with generally good groups of people in both places, I actually kind of got to measure how sheltered these kids are. Honestly, you're exposed to so much when you live in a city that it's really not a big deal, just an accepted part of life. Up here, parents spaz over everything. Literally. The general mindset is that high school kids should be in a PG environment 24/7 so that they'll be good people. But then there's me and my friends who've seen some of humanity's worst aspects and we're doing alright. Outside the inner circle in the larger group things aren't going as well... Still, anyone in Malden is ten times as honest as any loser honor student at Brady who still flinches when the see someone get flipped off. It's not fake down there. It's amazingly annoying how no one can be straight up around here and how no one wants to be. And then there's me trying to keep it real =) That's what I miss.
And paved roads with sidewalks are pretty nice too.

Three more short revelations:

1. I always forget that it never gets truly dark in Malden. I miss that sometimes.
2. Referring to one of my older posts, I'm actually not that 'intense'. I'm just being who I am. And I am who I am because I grew up in a different place around different people. Gah. Hypocritical white NH people. We should really take a field trip just a little south...
3. I feel incredibly bad for anyone from my school who's going away to a city for college. That'll be fun.
4. Four, I lied. People pronounce all their consonants up here and always speak in complete sentences. (i.e. just say 'consonants'. When I say it, it sounds like 'consonence'. The 't's just don't make it in...) In writing, that's great. Otherwise, it pisses me off.

It takes forever for me to put my thoughts into writing, and I still didn't nail what I was trying to say. I hate it when that happens. When I get a serious chunk of time, I'm revising everything and writing a narrative. Love those.

I'll shut up now.

L

new solitaire record:

87 seconds.

Just thought you'd like to know.

L

LUMBERJACK!

Here's an image for you: Me sitting on a snowmobile trailer with five adults chucking wood at me to stack. This was yersterday =D I really do think I have a talent for this wood stacking thing. My mom's grandfather was supposed to have been a logger up in Canada, so maybe it's in my blood...

Watched a fairly awesome movie the other day, too. Netflix just recommends them for us, and they turn out to be really good. It was called Rory O'Shea Was Here or something close to that; this guy in his early 20's (Michael? I think his name was Michael) has cerebal palsy and he's living in some kind of a home when this punk guy Rory with MD comes in. Michael's speech is really slurred so everyone's shocked to find out that Rory can understand him... And they pretty much go rock the world =) Cool flick overall.

Nothing much new other than that. Double Theology today was... great. As usual. Especially since my friend who I always talk to during Theo didn't show up. 90 min of theology first thing in the moring just isn't something you need to go through alone. My teacher let us "meditate" (sleep) for the last 20 min. of class though, which is pretty awesome. And his wife baked us cookies. Double with the Colonel has it's highlights, I must admit.

My dance recital is May 31... Which is soon. So everyone's spazzing a little, but we're working everything out. Did I mention that I'm going to be painted blue? We're doing our own version of the Disney Aladdin, and I'm the tap dancing Genie =) It's infinitely more fun than it sounds.
(Phenomenal cosmic power, itty bitty living space.)

Erm, starting Pre Calc in Algebra. Yay. Ate some cake a little while ago, which is always good. We're supposed to hit 60 degrees tomorrow and a lot of the snow is melted. Also good. And I have an essay to write before I get up at 5:30 for another marvelous day. Craptastic.

Fourth quarter, wish me luck.

L