| Reflection on Senior Year |
[15 Dec 2006|11:46pm] |
It takes something ironic for a person to realize that, in a year from now, life will have done a 180. Sometimes, when you have life on fast forward, meandering through your daily arduous schedule brimmed with work, stress, and drama, you grow numb to the fact that most of these mindless assignments, petty arguments, and juicy gossip is not going to matter. Right now, you think that the most important thing is finishing those last AP Chem. Assignments, passing an in-class essay, spending every waking moment of the day with your boyfriend, or concentrating on just fitting into the social “norm” that is high school. I have seen friendships emerge this year; I have seen others crumble over the stupidest things right before my eyes. Sometimes, the latter happened within my own circle and all I could do was simply “stay out of it.” I seriously wish people, for once, could get their heads out of their asses and see daylight. Passing a research paper is not going to make senior year “awesome,” and worrying about it like the apocalypse is ringing your doorbell is not helping your situation either. No one is going to remember, even four months from now, how you did on a random calculus test, chemistry quiz, or research paper. That is fact. What people will remember is the insignificant. I will remember how I was ignored unless people needed help with homework or had to be reminded of an upcoming test. I will remember how caddy girls can become after a simple misunderstanding. I will remember how people, who barely even know you, will try to tell you how “weird” you are, either to your face or behind your back. I will remember that I had to be the willing verbal punching bag from even those people I considered to be “friends.” I will remember that it hurts to be called “fat” or “anorexic” by boyfriends, friends, and family. I will remember that. No matter what, boyfriends of my friends will always come before me. I will remember the gawking stares people give you when you walk into a room and you know people were just talking about you. I will remember how those same people will engross themselves in my affairs suddenly when something actually interesting happens in my life. I will remember being utterly alone senior year because I realized that what I deem as important, no one else really does. That is what I will remember.
Funny how a perspective can change with one simple letter.....
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[27 Aug 2006|10:13pm] |
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Well, I got bored last night and I started thinking about life, people, and situations. I wrote this for some guy that i have strong feelings for, but will probably never confess to. Ever.
It seemed to short a time
to call it almost our own
a brief lapse in the universe
that cross in fate leading me
into your arms embracing
recalling nights together
a strange conversation weaving between
brush my shoulder, nudge my toes
tempt me because i know
closer then this, but far
to listen to that beautiful music
gliss of the delicate melody lingering
soft as a kiss on willing lips, moving, singing
while the car drives silently
approaching truth every crossed lane
and urge to admit this burns
scorching my hopes, ripping the heart into fringes
stinging my eyes with those dreaded salty tears
knotting my stomach into that pretty little bow
I want you to know so badly, to know it all
realize this truth, doom me
love so potent it leaves me hollow and numb
you are but gone, I am dark
this passion, yearns but for one second more
eludes driving the twilight
conceal it with those lovely promises
do not leave my presence but for a second
to warm with that aura
wretched taboo grown tired with the onslaught
for give me for these sinning words
I love you always, with every pulse
ever cadence of the heart
knowing such will not be returned
cruel convolutions in fate
never to be.
-ABL
Yes, this is poetry. YEs, I am a nerd. No you don't know who it is.
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| Hills and hospitals |
[15 Jul 2006|12:16am] |
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Today was tough at practice. We ran the cross country ski hill (a true death trap) quite early in the morning. It was steep. It sucked. But, I know that if i give my all something is bound to work, and it might pay off in the end. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping i'm in the top three on the team. I need this, and the team needs this. We deserve every runner who is willing to sacrifice their bodies to prove that football isn't the only hopeful fall sport. Plus, we're voting for a captain this year, so in a nutshell: I'm completely screwed unless I can prove to the rest of the team that I am a capable leader although i'm not the most popular. Voting is a camp, so i'm running out of time.
Also, pray for grandma. She had her left knee operated on today. She's doing okay, but man did go through alot.
And, Christina and I finally caught up with eachother and went to lunch and a movie. Yes, it was the second time i saw 'superman returns,' but when your making fun of it with one of your best friends, its worth it tenfold. She insisted on seeing grandma afterwards when we had found out that she was let out of the hospital earlier then expected. That meant more then I think alot of people might know or guess. Honestly, and I know this might sound really sentimental and overly soft, but I don't know what i'm going to do senior year without a friend like that. Right when i need that kind of bond the most, time splits us apart. I supose i'll write and call, and those are tangible connections, but nothing is like sitting down and talking without worrying about an judgement or sitting side by side making fun of serious movies and laughing until we have tears in our eyes. I am going to miss that more than anything. Granted she is my closest senior friend who is the only one truly moving out to something big. i know she will be the hardest to keep in touch with how I like.
Anyway. Enough mushie stuff.
I'm going to bed and sleeping in because i have off work tomorrow.
Sleeping in with no work,
Alicia
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| More theories of life |
[12 Jul 2006|10:43am] |
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I was working a treacherous 9:30-6:00 shift at Ideal market when a number of occurrences lead me to conclude that alot of people are inconsiderate, rude, and simply annoying. Personally, I am sick of seeing people with food stamps who don't need them. People that I deal with assume that the government/ state has to give them money for food because they so not know how to properly manage their own incomes. Their needless spending should never be and excuse to apply for food stamps....ever. I saw people who drove in on 30,000 dollar cars, carried designer purses, and wore Lacrose polos hand me an Access Food card with over 100 dollars in food money just to buy frozen pizzas and gummy hamburger candy. And, after awhile, it started to make me rather mad. Several of the customers had empty accounts and clearly looked like they didn't need to even have the card. Of course, when I told them that their cards had insufficent balances, I was treated to a string of swearing, racial slurs, and government cursing. This, perhaps, enraged me more. The government is giving you money because you don't know how to spend your own properly, or you are too lazy to get a REAL job. It honestly sickens me when white trash/ black trash try to lie the 'gangster' lifestyle by attempting to live way above their means by spending like ass holes. That's wrong. Sometimes, I wish people like that would learn the hard way.
Another thing that pisses me off about people in Ideal is the WIC. The WIC is a governmnet program that provides poor women/ families with blank checks to pay for various food items that are on a specific list of options. Each check has a list of several food options that the buyer can choose from and that is all. People aways try to cheat their way out of this and I don't understand why. The food are options are healthy ones and they have a balanced selection of cereals, and the like. Anyway, at least one of these WIC customers attempt to buy cereal and other options that are clearly not on the list just because they think they can trick the cashiers. And, when confronted with the conspiracy, they either grow increasingly hostile or deny it at all. Considering that they have the list of possible foods right in their hands, I honestly can't believe how they could lie to me.
Furthermore, if you know that you cannot afford to have a child and that that child will be brought up in a terrible living environment, then there is only one thing that you can do: shut your legs. Don't have the kids or kid. Some people, I believe should almost never have children because they are ruining our society with their uneducated ways. Its terrible; it honestly is. Teenage girls constantly wonder 'how this could happen to them' as they sit in the bathroom with a positive test. Well, if they don't believe in the concept that they just need to shut their little legs from their sex-enthused boyfriends and open their eyes to see in most cases that what their signifigant others only want, girls across america would not have this dilemma. Some say, "Its an accident." When in reality, I believe God created sex for only one purpose, to create life. Think about it. That's the only purpose it actually has in life. Yes, it is pleasurable, but that's not an end result. It, in all cases, does not bring a relationship together at all. Mental and emotional bonds do that, not sex. So, they next time I see I teen ager stutting pregnant through I deal, I will remind myself of that advice. Kids, just same sex for marriage so Alicia doesn't have to call you white trash when I see you with a dirty mouthed child in line buying cigarettes with food stamp cash with a husband behind you in fubu sweatpants falling off his ass. I will laugh because, for maybe once, i see the big picture in life.
However, to anyone with food stamps that actually need them (spouse died, house burned down, ect.) none of this rant pertains to you. Don't write hate mail.
Ranting about the trash in J-town,
Alicia
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| Wow...news |
[06 Jul 2006|10:10pm] |
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Apart from working and cross country, I've made it a point to do two things this summer: watch the news and read. While i'm quite politically savvy for a person of my age, I feel that i can't be as vocal as i like because of the school that I attend. Granted i'm not sure of my political party... honestly, i straddle the fence. But, at the same time, I find major flaws within both parties. But the thing that irked me the most in this week's news is the theory that we should change our language to a phonetically spelled one to accommdate those who are immigrants, slow learners and those who are too lazy to learn. I personally think that this plan is foolish and will die off quickly. I'll be the first to admit that i'm not a good speller, but i am not willing to change an entire language because i have such problems. This week North Korea also launched several short and long range missiles in the Sea of Japan. While this isn't an act of war, the UN war Council met to discuss the matter while NK prepared to launch more tests. Considering the first long range missle failed to detach from the thruster properly, it only traveled a couple hundred miles or so. Everyone is freaking out, I personally think the US shouldn't do anything without complete support of the UN. Finnish Iraq and Afghanistan before this. Please, enough war.
Watching some news,
Alicia
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[01 Jul 2006|08:48pm] |
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I started thinking about possible college essay topics today. Its not fun by any means. However, once I have a final list down, I'll post them here (the topics, not the essays). I have a couple idead floating around; still, a couple colleges have a mandatory topic. Most of the colleges beg me to ask the question the question, "Why do you want to study _______." Its frustrating becasue, honestly, I really don't know why. I like it. period. And that's hardly essay material.
Furthermore, I signed up for the preliminary application for the united states naval academy, and i'm crossing my fingers that my application is passed so I can work on my congressional nomination.
Lastly, apart from a hellsih work schedual, I am working on college visits to everywhere. Although, I personally have my favorite choices picked out (Duquense, PITT, PSU, Ship, and USNA). But it still wouldn't hurt to visit around.
Buried in College Stuff,
Alicia
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| Reflection of Junior Year and other stuff |
[28 Jun 2006|12:47pm] |
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Well, its been raining in Johnstown for a couple days, and finally it stopped today. I was half-way done with my ark, but hey, I to see some nice weather since my return from the beach.
I've been blogging in my myspace alot recently, and over the summer I'm just going to get back to the basics and blog on this thing for awhile. Personally, alot of people don't remember I have one, and all that junk. Furthermore, since I have that bit of knowledge, I can write without some of the 'pretty packaging' that I plaster on the myspace blogs. Really, I just miss bitching anf typing away on livejournal.
About a month ago I went to the DMB concert as a graduation present for my friend Christina. Personally, there's alot of stuff that went into this story, but i'm gonna get to the point. It was fun, regardless of the price tag and the slight drama prior to the event (mostly from parents). We finally got some good one on one time to discuss college, life, the past year ect.. It was nice. I missed hanging out with her my junior year because alot of stuff got in the way and we were left with interestingly dry small talk. For example, we didn't even talk her last day of school. Only one dry, "Hey," in the hall. Stuff like that sucks.
Personally, I haven't been really close with alot of my friends this year. A distance has grown in between alot of us. I'm basically the expendable friend who is the first pf the pack not to be invited or called. I believe that hurts even more. Its weird to explain, but i feel the undertone of being the outsider. I don't hang out with people on the weekends, week nights, or at all. I'm in my own little bubble, it seems. Aside from the small number of graduation parties I've been invited to, the most social activity I've come across is weightlifting with Sutton, work, and xc.
Sometimes I contribute the rift to having a boyfriend. That's probably the wrong generalization to make, but I feel that way constantly. Personally, if you would have asked my in the winter if I wanted a boyfriend, I would have said 'yes' without alot of hesitation. Now, its a completely different story. I almost feel like I was forced into it by life. The thought of all my friends having amazing boyfriends and me just loafing along bound to be single all of my high school life was an idea that didn't sit well with me. And I rushed into some relationship that barely lasted two monthes. There was no love, not ever. Just a friendship as far as I'm concerned. I got nothing out of it but a couple of my friends feeling abandoned and one very obsessed, clingy boy. It was foolish. Boys aren't worth sacrificing friendships, or even puting off activities with your friends at this level in the game. If I learned one thing from junior year (well two), they would be high school is fickle anyway you cut it and a boyfriend will not make your life happy if it wasn't already to begin with. He will not complete it. He will not make it 'all better.' He is only human as I am. I leanred not to be foolish and trusting. period. Cynical might be the correct word here.
Yet, as we move closer to senior year, I hope that I can emrge from my social box and make some friends that I know I will keep in touch with through college and life. I pray for that. I also hope i keep in touch with Christina when she goes away and adrienne because those two people were my true friends in band and we still have much more to experience together as buddies. I also hope some people will set aside thei constant mental clinging to their boyfriends and set them aside once and awhile to get back to old times. I don't need reminded of them; I know they exist. I just wish that senior year will make up for the short-falling junior year.
Also, I'm trying to get into the Naval Academy. I was told by a couple people that I wouldn't make it. It has made me more determined to prove them all wrong.
In the summer sun forever,
Alicia
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| XC 4 LIFE!!!! |
[30 Oct 2005|05:41pm] |
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Finally it paid of... 5 monthes of hard hard work, sweat, blood, pain and determination.
as of October 29th 2005, the Bishop McCort Girls Varstiy team has made states!
YES WE QUALIFIED!!!!
HA! I Don't suck!
Running is a form of happiness,
Alicia
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[15 Aug 2005|05:13pm] |
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Well....Cross Country Camp came and went and well..... it was freaking sweet. My driver's test came and went (and that wasn't freaking sweet) now we're in band camp. Oh wonderful band camp. Went through the grand marching portion and stuff. Karry and I just messed around the whole week making fun of the person who was usually calling commands and such. (Sorry Dave...I still <3 ya's) But the best part was when Steph volenteered to call on Friday. lol. I couldn't keep a strait face and when she came over to be and yelled, "Where are you from?" I responed with:"McCort" and she said "Say Bishop McCort. Its a cathloic school." I responded with my usual sarcastic remark: "But i'm Jewish." Which is true because my relatives that came over from Poland are indeed Jewish. but i'm cathloic and my imediate family is too. lol. Anyway she got really pissed and made me march by myself until Alanna started laughing and then she made us march by ourselves. Just the two of us. I seriously about pissed myself because I have really and honestly no respect for Steph or her half assed girl-friend.
Alas, silent drama. I'm staying out of it. I like the people in the band this year for sure.
GO FLUTES!!!!!
Alicia
P.S Lianna's party = FREAKING AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| FREAKING SWEEET (part 2) |
[03 Aug 2005|11:41am] |
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Okay, now its Saturday morning....the day of the triathlon, the day I have been dreading for the past week. The alarm went off around 5:00 a.m. and I felt like crap from head to toe because I only managed to get 4 1/2 hours of solid sleep. I was dragging ass the whole way to the Y that morning. We sowed up there around 6:30 to register for the race, which was neat because there was over 300 people there and all. As son as I got my paper number to attach on to me shirt, the lady marked my number (2059) on both of my arms and legs. It was pretty neat, but I was still freaking out.
I had to set my bike outside and place all of my clothes beside it because it was the transition area for all participants. I also got a heat sheet to see where I was in the triathlon and what time I would start. I was in heat 10, which was set to start about 10:48; sadly, I was not pumped about the fact that my heat of the triathlon was going to be in the middle portion of the day, the hottest dammed part. The rest of the time that I spent waiting for my heat to get set was a mixture of me watching the swimming portion of the first couple of heats, stretching, and trying to relax.
Before I knew it I was up waiting at the pool deck around 10:40ish. Trying to carry on a normal conversation with both Rose and Natalie was nearly impossible because I was jumpy. The next part is really a blur because I was called over to my lane, registered there, and climbed into the pool with another woman who was going to share my lane. As soon as the gun went off I sprinted the first 100 of my swim, which allowed me to lap the woman whom I was sharing the lane. After that, I felt pretty strong so I kept pushing myself on the swimming portion. Before I knew it the 400 yd aquatic portion was complete and I was moving on to the next part. The training def. paid off in the end.
Then... the biking portion. What is there to say about a cyclist race that hasn't already been said? I was not prepared at all for the strain of the 21-mile peddling trek on my bike. period. I started out too slow and couldn't really pick up the pace. It was bad. I'm telling you, I have been in things that hurt and require alot of mental preparation, but none as hard as this event right here. I fell off my bike at the 15th mile mark because the guy working at the water station stepped on my wheel. It was in the middle of the beast hill and I was pretty pissed too, he gave me a push but I knew I lost all of my momentum trying to get up the thing. The rest of the way was boring and hard. I was the only one that I could see on the road and it took so much out of me to push myself to go faster. It was nearly impossible. Anyway, I was really relieved when I got back into town and had the chance to dismount back at the Y. I felt like shit after that portion...I’m not going to lie. That 5k sounded really painful.
Running, well it wasn't too bad aside from the fact that my legs felt like jello and it was 100 degrees on the pavement. Everything hurt; everything wanted water in my body. I was tired but continually pushed myself to go just one more step on the black roads of j-town. The water stations did little because I was soooo tired and sore. However, it was really nice to see Dane, Becky, Rosie, and a couple other McCort people cheering me on when I passed. God bless the helper who stood out in that heat. By the end, I had no real kick, I just rather gave what was left and crossed the finish line in a dead sprint.
Afterwards, I got a body rub from the people that they had of staff to do just that. Natalie snapped some pictures, my parents were rattling on about how proud they were of me (I really didn't care, I mean, they would say that even if I dropped out), and I just wanted to sleep. I was dead tired, but cheered for Doug and watched Garver come in too. Waiting for times to be posted was probably the most boring part of the entire day, but when they mounted them up, I saw that I got third in my age group and 10th overall in the women's bracket. I got a medal and a ribbon. It was nice, but I was dragging ass.
I went home and went to church and got packed for XC camp, which was the next day.
Did I mention that I slept???
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| FREAKING AWESOME!!! (part 1) |
[02 Aug 2005|10:23pm] |
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I believe that in my short time here on this earth, I have experienced the most pivotal weekend in my athletic life. Friday, first off, was the Relay for Life. It was pretty cool thing to attend mostly because I got to wear my 'comitee' shirt. Perhaps the best part of the entire evening was taking Kerry back on the UPJ XC course not one, but TWICE to work on hills and stuff. The first time it was just her and me running the first mile loop. She PR-ed and broke 10--It was mostly a slower run for me (I usually run around a 5:50 for my PR). However, I was really impressed when she asked if we could go back to the second mile loop to practice hills and stuff. Christina went it us that time for exercise...and well--holy crap she's really good for just running on her own. We started talking about her training with the team, but I had to talk to Bix first before i got back to her on it. Who knows, maybe i have another recruit?? I have to see. Anyway, Jayme and Katie were there too and they gave my those pictures for my scrap book. I had to thank them because getting them otherwise would have been impossible. THANKS ALOT!!!!!
Later on, soon before I got picked up at UPJ around 11, I just figured out that the triathlon was like 7 hours away. Needless to say, I had the classic 'mental prep' like nervous, silent breakdown were i just kind of looked like a deer in the headlights for nearly 2 hours. I really felt sick and I just wanted to curl up in a ball in cry because i knew inwardly that the triathlon really wasn't a good idea before XC camp. I panicked in front of Christina, Jayme, and Katie but I mainly just tried to stay quiet (but it was really, really jumpy/ jittery). YEt, when i saw Bix and he said to me: "It's going to hurt, but you'll do great!" I knew it was a compliment, but I started to cry because I didn't think that the whole 'triathlon' thingie was a good idea. It was embarrassing, but i tried to explain to him that i just wanted to win the damned thing. I hate doing less than my best, and letting other people see that i'm not god at something. I was terrified of embarrassing myself in front of my family and letting my performance (or lack there of) be the butt of my friends' jokes for a good month. I'm sorry--- i'm crazy about competitions like that. Ask any one.
However, before i could get too carried away with my flimsy emotions, Bix talked to me about how to pace and stuff. I helped me alot and I stopped really crying before i got 'really' started. Jayme, Katie, and Christina walked me to my dad's truck and they all gave me a hug before i left for the night. Yea i was shaking pretty good. My mind was a blur from then on until i got home.
I packed slowly.
And I slept like i ROCK!!!
End of part 1 of my incredibly LONG weekend!
Alicia
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[16 Jul 2005|11:30pm] |
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Something great and terrible happened today. I had the long awaited summer championships in Washington and Jefferson University. Which, if you looked at it from the coaches point of view or my mothers: I did great. However, the moment i youched the wall and looked at the time, say that i had indeed cut 13 seconds from my one event and 7 from my other, making district times in both, that i did realize that my two year strain as a mediocore swimmer was over. I was happy, but at the same time I wasnted to just quit and not swim winter because I know that the pressure is just starting to mount. My mother's already critizing my technique and I'm wondering how i'm going to stay sane this year.
Actually, I'm frustrated about other things too in my life. I have accomplished nothing I set out to do this summer so far. I want rest and I have not got it thus far. I'm so worried about this triathlon, worried that I'm not going to finnish it, worried that i'm not going to do good, worried that i'm going to embarass myself, worried that my friends will use this as tool to show me how hard i push myself when i really don't need to. I"m scared out of my mind for this. I want to make them proud. I want people to know me for being a toughest, nicest, and determined competeator they've ever faced, not as some band geek or even that annoying girl. I want more of myself. I am disappointed with everything i seem to do. Nothing is good enough.
Maybe it was imprinted on me as a child before i got sick in 7th grade. I got called 'fat' and 'lazy'. I know for a fact that my grandparents pushed me harder in every sport. Perhaps its been my dad, who always refrained from praising me until just recently. All of this has had a bad effect on my personal image of myself. I still picture myself as the awkark husky girl who will forever sit the bench while the cooler girls get the glory. That makes me sick, because i know i have given my all.
All that pressure seemed to mount with soccer when I played up until 8th grade. My parents always said i needed to be 'better' and compairedhow well the other kids did compared to me. However, I was first string on my team, but I viewed myself as a bad player because of the critisim. So, I quit. Moved on to something that i thought their critisim couldn't follow. Now, they're slowly coercing me to start again. Like, all of a udden I magically become some great soccer player whom they've raved about all this time. NO, I"m not going to have it. I run now.
However, I still fell trapped in this web activites and because my parents don't believe in 'quiting', its going to get rough.
I miss the friends that don't keep in touch with me over the summer. If i have the time to call you, have the heart to at least call back. Boyfriends are not a good excuse. If you can spend everyday with them and show how much you love them in your info sheets, does that mean you have to suddenly ignor you true friends who were there for you before you 'fell' in love. I extend myself to everyone of my god damn friends and it seems that there are only the handful that appear thankful. I'm seriously tired of caring and I don't know why either.
Maybe in a way i'm envoius though. I see people falling in love, mostly close friends...and I wonder. Why not me? Why can't I have what others cherish? I....I just don't understand. Am I that bad of a person? I honestly think this is all my fault.
Things usually are my fault.
I'm weak like that.
Alicia
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| Intersting Summer? |
[10 Jul 2005|05:42pm] |
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Swimming meet in uniontown today. Cut time like WHOA! I found a bike lock and a helmet today, I can gho ANYWHERE in j-town. Call me and I shall bike there! Triathlon traing is a PAIN, but I like it. Yea, i'm sadistic like that, children.
I need to find people to hang out with. Half the summer is over and so far the only person i've been keeping up on is Sara. Not that its bad. SARA IS AMAZING! but come on there are like a BAGILLION people in mccort and only one of you is going to be the nice friend and keep in touch!? COME ON GUYS!!! let's go and barrage the movies or SOMETHING! before jr. year takes us into its lair and beats us with a spoon.
SAT scores came in......I have to take that mother AGAIN! blah =P
btw. does anyone know how to use a turn a racing bike correctly without falling on their ass? Dad's been trying to show me, but i'm no Lance Armstrong. =D
Around the WE,
Alicia
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| WOO 4th of July.... time to blow crap UP!!!!! |
[04 Jul 2005|12:58pm] |
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Well, today was interesting. I had a 5k race in Altoona around 8:00 in the morning. Probably shouldn't have run it because I was clean off of the flu and mom thought i had mono all last week. However, i did some logic and figured if i wasn't at work for one....or at Y swimming for two....I had nothing to really worry about...too much anyway. Felt pretty weak today and I'm still stiff but I got 80th out of 400. Didn't beat my PR, but whatever. Kudos for Melony for not letting me jog on the uphills and letting me relize that I can still kick when I'm sick. Mel got really strong this summer...watch out she'll catch ya'! =D Kerry did amazing for her first race and I'm happy for her. I believe she's caught the running bug. Same with all the rest of the crickets that were there. CC team will dominate fall 2005!!!!!!!!!!
Also, I had a Y swimming meet last week at Indiana (my home turf!) I swim for the J-town Y and finally....after several frustrating seasons of coming up short....found my event. 100 Butterfly.....woo. I'm content that I found it. Coach is thrilled. Cutting time for once and the hard work and occasional 5:30 morning practices are FINALLY paying off. I have to thank Rose for dragging me into it against my better judgement, but i still wanted to do it pretty bad anyway.
That's about it for this half of the summer. Granted I am working at market basket, but no one wants to talk about work.
Around in the West End @ gram's for the summer,
Alicia
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[03 Jul 2005|10:44am] |
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I getting used to running around like a chicken with its head cut off. First, works is going rather well i must say. Making money at least and the people there are really nice. I hate wearing that god-aweful fashion atrosity of a smock, but I like my name-ag. Some of the 5:30-11 sifts are alittle boring, but the 2:30-11 make those shift seem like wimps. They REALLY suck.
Swiming is getting better. I know what's wrong wit hmy strokes and I'm making it better. Found my event. Butterfly....who would have guessed????? For the fist time swimming it, I surprised myself greatly. So, i'm in it for the rest of the season. WOO! I don't know about backstroke or breast stroke, but i'm probably going to swim those too just so Glenn knows I fixed my strokes. Especially on freestyle.
But Dare I say.....someone has a crush on me. lol.
Summer drama indeed.
SAT scores came in. I shall spark note them the next time
Workin' girl,
Alicia
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| Beach and one hell of a sucky job |
[18 Jun 2005|07:51pm] |
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I was at the beach all last week soaking up the last onces of freedom that i had until i started work today with a fun 9 hour shift from 9-6. Vacation was fun because i was by myself for once in a long time. I usually take a cousin or a friend, but i didn't have anyone. Although it was sometimes lonely, I got to do alot of stuff that i wouldn't have done otherwise. I ran every morning around 6 on the beach because the sun rise was AMAZING! Then, dad and I went biking in the after noon. One day we biked up to conway which was 22 miles from out hotel. IT WAS SWEET! Anyway, the rest of the vacation was spent studying Spanish for my i.s., reading those damn summer reading books, and doing some much needed soul searching. ....woo?
Anyway, I got back and went to work at 9. My first day ws like i expected....boring and sucky. Although I'll be making alot of money...more than i thought i would....I really hate my summer being sucked away by some crappy job that i hate going to daily. I guess I can live with it though... igf it didn't cut into swimming like WHOA! I can barely wait until i get my first paycheck though. but I already hae to get my schedual changed to something later on monday because i have a dr/'s appoitment i didn't know about. GAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
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| Bad as the day goes on |
[09 Jun 2005|10:27pm] |
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ONe of my friends from United died. Well....another one. Heather was in a car crash and didn't wear her seat belf. She was ejected from the car and died a day before her graduation. I knew her from my days as an office runner at united and from around.
Life is an odd quiant little thing.
Happy graduation.
BTW: Bix isn't coaching track next hear, I have heard. Thanx sprinters.
POed,
Alicia
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| the BURG |
[08 Jun 2005|05:47pm] |
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went to pittsburg ofr a doctors appointment. ....Woo? Well, all was good as afterwards we hit up the shopping monerovile and i picked up a new pair of cheep running shoes. Still.... not running spikes, but i'll just have to order them.
After all that we went to dameon's and ate loike pigs. God bless the tuxedo cheese cake. lol. On the way out i saw christina and her family. She was looking at Duqensese University and other colleges. It was really weird seeing her because we were like an hour from my home and two hours from her home. She said hi and asked about grandma. I told her I finally got my job, but forgot to tell her that the Rolling Stones tickets were in. oh well tell her later.....
It was good to see again.....btw, she's been loosing weight. random thought.
Around packing for the beach,
alicia
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| SAT WTF!!!!!!!!!!! |
[04 Jun 2005|02:27pm] |
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Wow.
My brain is tingling.
I must have accually used it.
Those SAT's really do suck.
Brain Fried goodness,
ALICIA
P.S. Why can't you 'spark note' the SAT's??????
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| Beat like a dirty rug |
[02 Jun 2005|07:23pm] |
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I like summer Y don't get me wrong. I like the feeling of swimming and doing something over the summer to get my times down, but I just don't know. I want to get a district time...really,really, really bad. I am getting faster, even Rose thinks so, but I'm being really heard on myself. I think i'll be the last person to admit that i'm actually good at swimming, or that i'm dramatically improvig. I still feel slow, and the people in the faster lanes looking at my like i'm nuts for even trying isn't exactly helping either. Yea, i know the practices are REALLY easy for the kids in my lane, but I mean that's why we're there. WE'RE SLOWER THAN THE FASTER PEOPLE!!!
Anyway, i need to get better form for all my strokes but breast stroke. I need to learn how to extend and stretch. I don't get it. Thought i was, but i'm apparently not doing to right. Maybe adrienne can help me over the week end.
Stopped at united today to register for the driver's ed and turn in my mccort driver's ed papers and get my working papers. However, I got sooo freaking giddy to be back in my old school that when i met Leah Fuller, I couldn't help but go on an escort mission. Saw Mrs.G (chorus teacher who sent me to county chorus 3 times), bunch of my old friends whom i haven't seen in AGES!, Mrs. Hudnel (English 9), Mrs. Colgan (Sara Salaney's mom, my 7th grade english teacher who taught me the value of reading), and Mr. Rearick (my science teacher whoh toaught me that working my ass off is the way to be!). I missed it, alot of people thought i was coming back, but alas i disappointed them. BUT, i'm taking driver's ed. with leah and jodi and sara. GOOD TIMES ARE AHEAD!
Tired as heck from swimming,
Alicia
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