Wednesday, December 27, 2006

It's a Festivus Miracle!

So obviously that whole "Reduce Speed or Die" thing never happened, which is extremely unfortunate and quite distressing for a number of reasons. That dissapointment brings me to a tradition of a holiday I almost celebrate: The Airing of Greivances. And since it happens to be close to New Years, this will be an Airing of Greivances: 2006.
First off, last winter's running. Probably in the neighbourhood of 400 miles plus weightlifting. Problem: too much mileage too fast, and too much pavement because I was dumb meant I was in for a couple very painful 13 milers, lots of biking (too little too late), and the shitiest track season ever. Oh, and that stupid heart rate monitor I had to wear, it was uncomfortable and freaked out when I passed invisible dog fences. Actualy, I hated that whole heart rate system to pacing, it didn't work (maybe because I didn't pay any attention to it).

Next up, Old School Klingon. You used to be so damned positive and it pissed me off. You probably got enough punishment from that frisbee already, but here's your shout out for being all "puppies and unicorns". Fuck You.
Then there was French3, another miserable year of dumb french class with a mediocre teahcer. God I hated that, especialy that book that was actualy in French; my introduction to real slacking.

On that note, junior year as a whole deserves a greivance shout out for being so damned hard and destoying my social life...wait, I didn't have one. But you still destroyed my work ethic by basicly using it all up.

Track season needs a big mention. Every track season has been depressing, but this one was serious because I was so badly overtrained, I don't think I had a single good workout. I also didn't have any PRs, except that one at Quads, but that was in the 15'. I almost hung up the ol' spikes it was so bad, and my confidence is still shot from it. At our championship meet, I was seeded to win the slow heat for my main event (woot, 3000m), I mean I had pole position at fucking New Englands and didn't have a shred of confidence. Fuck that season.

Then of course, there's AP exams. That was the most hellish week of my life. The stress randomly got to me and I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, developed nasty hypochondria, and was convinced I couldn't breathe most of the time. By the way, I have an intense fear of suffocation. Or at least I do now. I can ligitmately say that AP week left me permenently scared. It sucked, I got so sick, well it wasn't that sick but I never get sick so it felt bad. Now I'm afraid of stress, which might prove to be kinda bad.

Ooh, then there's "Her Jackiness" (so named because of the pedestal I put her on) who was way too nice to me, which didn't help my neurosy at all. I suppose most the blame ought to be mine for not getting how not into me she was or how little that kiss meant (to her anyways). But she's still a whore.

I definately deserve some shit here, because I've done all sorts of stupid shit to myself. Like overtraining, or totaly misreading HJ or that time I punched a wall (but that was '05 so it doesn't count). There's no doubt I did more, but I can't really remember it so here's a big Fuck Me.

And then there was that weirdo anxiety thing I had this summer, probably a biproduct of the aformentioned AP thing. I never did figure that out and it kept me very scared and weirded out and contemplating counciling and suicide (never seriously, of course, purely academic). Nothing is more debilitating than being afraid of being afriad, makes it hard to risk anything.

Summer training; not hard enough, and hamstrung by a fear of overtraining I got from the winter fiasco. Plus my confidence was still low, I had trouble getting the motivation I needed (have struggled since too) and didn't do any abs, all of which caught up with me.

I must also touch on the general suckiness of this summer and the fact that nothing happened. I didn't get a job, never really bought into the post-HJ "shiney medals, motherfucker" theme, didn't get that D&D group off the ground...just didn't do shit. Thats basicly the story of every summer of my life, high expectations and low results. Acualy, I think thats the story of my entire life.

Comparative Government, English, Chemistry (and later Astronomy); all classes that have been extremely dissapointing in my schedule that was supposed to rock this year. Even with my triple science courses couldn't save me from mediocre classes. *sigh*...

And this whole senior thing hasn't been all it was cracked up to be. Thats my fault really, I guess I'm just not cut out to be a leader. Bonfire especialy was a dissapointment, more high hopes and dissapointment. I wanted to be all tough and haze kids, but ultimately I didn't bother and failed.

Then (oh my God), Cross Country Season. My last season, supposed to be my best season considering I was a captain and we got to host New Engands, etc, etc. Turns out I didn't train enough so I never even PRed and struggled with motivational issues the whole time ultimately resulting in a less than gutsy and very dissapointing last race. And the team, which at first showed such promise, developed the worst attitude I have ever seen on a XC team. Plus I was so beat up by the end I could hardly walk. So much for that great experience.

As much shit as I might take for this, I'm gonna mention everyone's favorite rebound, 'lexi. Oh, all my youthful lover's dreams consistently destroyed by her not being exactly perfect (hm...who really needs to get blamed for that...). I mean, who would've thought she was a Yankees fan...ew.

Star Trek XI?! I...I just don't get could you?

And this weather, up until like today, has been pretty pathetic and not becoming a proper New England winter. Shame on you. And shame on North Carolina for being so damned far away. Who came up with that idea? Fuckers.

So there's the worst of 2006, or at least the parts that come to mind. But I'm not bitter, honest.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Reduce Speed...Or Die (Part 1?)

I lead a pretty uninteresting life, unlike many of my fellow blogonauts who can write about their daily adventures in the big, bad, real (?) world. So I am very pleased at the possibility of my having a very blogable (do you think there should be two 'g's in "blog(g)able?) adventure. Actualy, the chances of it are pretty slim given my parents' apparent attitude on my going places...some parts of 17 definately suck.

So anyways, as this seemingly boundless 3 week vacation loomed ahead of my classmates and me, we began planning at least 4 or 5 trips to see various people or go to various places, everywhere from East Cannen (I should probably be able to spell the names of towns in my state...oh well) to Toronto. One such trip, not as highly anticipated because it basicly only appealed to me, was going down to the depths of North Carolina to see a good friend of mine (I don't want to drop names and refuse to use dorky abbreviations like "p" so your going to have to deal with pronouns). Keep in mind that she lives 800 miles from me, and I would have to drive the entire distance myself, which is probably beyond my abilities. The parentals don't seem thrilled (or even open to) the idea either, but I really want to see her and it would "make her life". The current plan is to find someone else to keep me company and take an 18 hour, overnight Greyhound ride down there. There would definately be some boredom and fatigue induced hilarity on the way, not to mention tons of awesomeness when I get to see her again. I've always found the ideal of meeting random strangers in public transit to be pretty appealing, I just lack the social skills and iniative...maybe this time will be different. I also think there's nothing as satisfying or worthwhile as doing soemthing sweet and selfless, like saving a friend from horrifying boredom, even if it requires a day and a half of travel. Sadly this is all probably going to remain far from reality, but keep your fingers crossed blogoland.

This Is a Test of the Emergency Alert System

I was just reading over a draft for this post (that has now gone to rest in the happy hunting grounds of digital oblivion) and realized that my writing, which I typicly don't bother to revise or even proofread, is seriously lacking in depth and development. So I'm going to endeavour to write better posts, not content-wise, becuase then it wouldn't be 7th Notion (that was, by the way, a capital "7"), but style wise. And yes, that means Gavrich will stop bitching to me about spelling errors...hopefully.

I'm also going to make another plug for my beloved 'Hall of Fame'. I got the idea from Wandering Sparkle, which I think is a great blog except when she's in a good mood. I heart Em0. Anyways, the idea behind it is to let newcomers see the best of 7th Notion without having to sift through tons of posts like this, and to keep a record of the kinds of stuff that really define this humble blog. So I encourage all of you readers to suggest particularly great (or what have you) posts, past or present, to be inducted.

So that's the post, I figured I needed a "nuts and blots" one to feel like this is important somehow. It also turned out kinda long (at least for the relatively unlettered like myself) so I didn't want to stick it on a more serious (or signifigantly less serious) post. I'd say to expect one of those real soon (like after I edit it), but last time I said that I never ended up publishing it...

Thursday, December 14, 2006

There's A party on the Knoll's 4:40 in the morning, which means about...shit, math...about 22 hours without sleep, so I'm a little out of it. This could be fun.

I'm here with my blog buddies (the Klingon and DR K, who doesn't blog) 'cuz we're out of school for the next 3 weeks and feel like doing some shit. Actualy, it's a lack of shit but thats okay. And shooting stars, those were cool and kinda intense, yet somehow neither here nor there. Then again, nothing in this post will be, because I'm tired enough to not make sense, which is the point. Should be fun.

Mountain Dew "Amp" is way better than "Monster", which apparently isn't recommended for pregnant women, but I think we're okay. I'll ask though....yup, we're good. Gum drops are overrated, as is Captain Planet, but definately not the Green Lantern. He's awesome, but gets no respect. I can really identify with him. And I'm not on drugs right now.

Now, I know I'm only 17 and pretty much not getting any (or close enough), but I just want to go on record as saying I don't like sex, the social element anyways, don't really know about the, I'm a bit of a traditionalist (fuck...spelling) insofar as I believe (typcily mistakingly) that kissing or similar displays of affection ought to mean something, like represent ligitimate feelings or whatever. I think I'm the only one. (tear). But thats a long story and I don't want to talk about, so even if you know me IRL don't ask. Really. It sucks...well, kind of...

On (I swear) a totaly different note, peanuts are somehow ridiculously hilarious (in the proper context I suppose) and guys are humorously uncomfortable about masturbation. Thats why we've come up with so many colorful metaphors for favorite is "flaying my dong"...but you didn't need to know all.

I do hope this isn't dissapointingly (fuck...) coherent, cuz' it isnt really that late (5am now)...maybe I should try again later.

Until then, let me just say that I find Rachael Ray kinda creepy, and Monster pretty dissapointing...should've gone with Rockstar. Hey, that could be a metaphor...dude.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Can anyone say "Ass Parade"?

So obviously I havn't posted in a while or bothered to delete some of the more...colorfull comments. I'd like to extend my sincerest apologies to anyone who's been more than slightly bothered by my lack of posts, Steve Jobs (don't ask), Sara from Syria (if your a real person), and of course anyone who clicked on the "ass parade" link (can't say that I did, but it couldn't have ended well). However, if you clicked on "Naruto xxx", then you deserved whatever you got, so don't come bitching to me. Fear not though, I got around to putting up word verification, lets just hope ms. ass parade was a bot.

I think I'm actualy going to post an actual, serious post right now, I just wanted to say ass parade a lot.