Saturday, the Best in a While

So...as I told Betsy briefly earlier today, I kind of decided since some time last Friday early morning that I would post an entry simply for its own sake--well, that, and my future enjoyment, primarily; none of this silly having a point/theme or trying to make an impression junk.

So...Thursday/Friday was the last bad night of my high school career. My final (semester) project for Logic was due, so I stayed up all but about two hours, give or take half of one, working on it; some thirteen pages typed (with a good bit of white space, to be fair in my description and aesthetic for the paper) plus another twelve of scanned references/textual excerpts. I was actually kind of proud of it once I'd finished, but then, of course, whenever you're holding a stack of paper too thick for staples to be effective with your name on the cover sheet (oh, right; so fourteen pages, I guess, ish), you get a slightly fuzzy feeling on the inside, be it good or bad.

So after that, there really isn't much left in the semester; I have to write one more paper for Wheeler, but I believe that I'm going to work on the internet's effect on language. It should be interesting so long as I rediscover sufficient sources for my opinions and ideas; I'm pretty sure that I can figure out my precise stance based on what I've already read and know. As for other classes...well...nothing much besides my Analysis final (pending rescheduling, because of overlapping with the), AP English exams (darn lateness), and...figuring out precisely what's happening all of that last week of school. I don't actually know if I'm expected to be in class with the rest of the juniors or if it's okay if I head out with the seniors, but I'm pretty sure that it won't be a problem if I skip a bit. I did, after all, already miss senior skip day, so...you know.

...Then running on sleep from about three to five, I was in an exceptionally good mood on Friday. Between the lack-of-sleep induced abstractedness and the elation from losing so much stress, I probably didn't act at all differently from my otherwise normal behavior. I even decided to go swim rather than home and crash or anything--and even, later, LAN. Swimming was pretty good; 75 sets, long, and kind of fast. But we'd done a lot of stuff with fins the entire week, so it was only right to throw in something at which I am not disproportionately able. LAN...was just LAN. It would have been cooler if two thirds of the people weren't on WoW the whole (entire) time, but they were cool people (Reggie, Nathan, Timmy), so it was still cool. Yeah, and then sleep at like two again.

Saturday...meant getting up at about two or three, doing a bit of helping around the house before I left for a Bretscher swim party and my mother had students over. Unfortunately, the weather was rather cold and overcast, so nobody went swimming, but we went paddle boating for a while after...some totally sweet Ultimate! But that description and the activity are mutually inclusive; that is, despite the slope so great that one simply couldn't see each endzone from the opposite, and despite the several patches of ground on which it was virtually impossible to maintain footing due to mud etc., our teams were miraculously well-balanced. Let's see...the first game was something like Jeanette, Annalise, Nick Stevens...oh, right; and Ryan Payne, I believe, versus a bunch of other people like Mischa, Adam Clute, some upcoming swimmer Sara, Alys, Jamie, and another person, I believe; I can't remember the exact teams, and we played twice with a team change, so I'm probably confusing the two games, but...those were most of the people who came and played. Andrew and Luke Crimmins, too, second game. Right; and I was on the smaller team the first time (well...both times, I think), the five vs. seven. Geez; there were some sweet catches and blocks happening yesterday. I definitely (thanks to slightly inexperienced land-sporters who, I suppose, were only looking for open people to whom to pass, not so much watching what the defenders were anticipating, too) had at least two diving blocks which would have made the game alone, but I also had another nice steal from, I believe, both Adam and Mischa (although I distinctly remember taking Adam down, because...) in which they were covering precisely to where the disc was floating down, but I ran in, jumped above and into them, and came down with Adam's shoe on my cheek. It was hardcore, and, fortunately, wholly painless. Meh; my highlight of the party. Few other decent slides (very wet grass and all), one terribly awful hammer pull, several very nice, smooth hammer passes and pulls; it was generally a positive game. I'd take Andrew's backyard over the Dells at DePauw any time any day.

Afterwards, to Jeanette's! With Davis, Alys, Brad Robinson (each of whom had to go at various times before I did), and Jane (whom I gave a ride afterwards)! To watch "Bee Season" and talk into the wee hours of the mrawning! And jebus, it was nice. I guess that it's been far too long a time since I've hung out with anybody not really worrying about time and just...talking. I really enjoyed it. Of course, evidently rather too much, because then I got home...late relatively to curfew. =P. But it was definitely worth it.

Hmm...well, I think that I am going to end this post here. It was pretty spontaneous anyways (normally I have at least a rough idea of what I'm going to write when I blog), so...'night.

(I don't really have any idea what's going on at all.)