Sunday, May 14, 2006

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's day everybody. My mom is amazing. She's the best. My mom could beat up your mom. But really, she's an amazing lady. Go mom go.

So here we are, it's been a while since I've written anything. I always want to write, but never really do. I figure it's because I put it off too long. I wait until night to write, I don't know exactly why. By the time it's night, it's usually too late. So, that's why things have been sparse. I'll try to write more, or something like that.

I've always got something to say. Every night my mind is filled with ideas and scenarios. I don't know why I don't write more, I'd love to. So, maybe I'll start doing that.

I'm trying out for Junior Choir tomorrow after school. I'm pretty excited for that. It took me a long time to make the decision to do it, but I think that it's going to be the best one. I'm very excited to not be taking jazz band next year. Jazz band is really cool, it's a great class, and it's alot of fun when you're there, and you just start grooving. But ya know, it's gotten to the point where for whatever reasons I can't play as well as I used to, and so it's not fun. I get in there and mess up, and that just makes me feel like a dork. It pretty much ruins my day. Not because the class isn't great, because it is, but just because I can't perform at that level. So, I'm excited to not have to worry about that next year.

Does this mean I can sing? Nah, not at all. I haven't sung anything but hymns in ages. I'm always running around singing stuff we play in band, but that's not really singing, that's just doing something with the notes, I'm not exactly sure what. That's always fun, but whatever. I was going to run through the audition song with some friends last night, but we were having too much fun to do that, and Dad was going to help me today, but we never really got to that, so it's 10:35 and I'm probably gonna go down and teach myself how to sing once I'm done with this. Hooray.

But, long story short: I know exactly what the guy to girl ratio is going to be in Junior Choir. I know "how much fun it's going to be!" I know guys. Give me a break. I can't tell you how many girls have accosted me this last month trying to trick me into trying out for Junior Choir. It's been outrageous. It'd be awesome if any of them had original arguments, but they don't. The last day to try out was week before last I think, I'm late. I never got around to it, because I didn't decide that that was what I wanted to do until very recently. I decided to do it for 3 reasons.

Number one was to be with my friends. This year I had very few classes with my former posse. I have one class with James, one class with Kyle, and no classes with Levi. This my friends, is terribly depressing. Me and Levi never hang out. Number one reason was for those guys, as well as my lady friends that I never see. It's like a good old fashioned reunion.

Number two was to escape jazz band. I like to think I'm good at alot of things. I'm not one of those people that says "I suck at this..." when really I don't. If I don't suck at it, I'm not going to say I do. Girls do this often, lots of guys do this. I really don't like to do it. So really, when I say I suck at something,I genuinely do. I suck at that trombone these days. I don't know what it is, I can't hit the right notes. My lips are gone or something. I know it's because I don't practice, but the fact is just that; I don't practice. So, Jazz Band is a crap shoot for me, by my own choice, not by any one else's fault. Doc's amazing, he's a stud, you can't not love Doc. But really, I want out, because I blow. Therefore, I take Junior Choir to run away.

Number three is that I genuinely want to learn how to sing. I figure it'd be nice, instead of just pretending all the time.

So there you have it. I didn't do it because it'd be an easy class, or because it'd be so fun, or because "there'll be two girls for every one guy!" ohmygosh, I don't care.

Sorry for the bitterness.

So, regions was wednesday and thursday I think. Something to that effect. I ran a 5:05, and that's not too bad, but definitely not as well as I had hoped. During warmups I really jacked my foot, and it's still bugging me. Apparently there's some hole of death by Jordan's tennis courts where we were doing our little dynamic stretches, and I totally rolled my left foot into one while I was doing the communist march. It was about 10 minutes before the race, and I didn't know if I'd be able to run or not. It stopped hurting, so I ran on it, but it's been a little screwed up ever since. I iced it night before last, and that helped a bit, I think I'll do that again tomorrow.

JV regions is on tuesday, that'll be fun. The rule is, you can only run events that you didn't run at regions in JV regions. So, no mile for me, no 3200. This means that this year, I won't be able to beat a 5 minute mile in a meet. that was my one real big goal for track, and I didn't do it. That's depressing and all, but I'll get over it, it's no big deal.

But, I'm excited for the meet. Providing that my foot stops hurting, I'm going to have alot of fun races to run. The 800 will be an adventure, but I figure I can do pretty good in it. The 400 will be alot of pain, and I know I won't run great, but it'll be fun nonetheless. Anything under that distance is just a joke for me, so whatever. Maybe I'll learn how to pole vault tomorrow, and do that too. We'll just have to see.

Which brings me to my next point, the deeper philosophical question of the day. Have I become a jock? See, I've run track since 8th grade, but I've never ever thought about it this much before. All the sudden, I'm thinking about track way more than I think about frisbee. I rarely ever think about frisbee anymore, it's always about track. I write about track. I eat so I can run faster in track. I get more sleep because I've got a meet. I worry about my foot because of track. I wear sunscreen so I don't die at track. For the first time in my life, athletics is becoming important to me.

So what's the deal? Am I a jock? I've been a nerd all my life, proud of it. However, that's my definition of a nerd, not anybody else's. This is newschool. It doesn't even mean what you think it does. Whatever idea about that word you've got, throw it out. It's new.

Anyways, it's a bit of an identity crisis for me. But really, no matter what title I assume, I'm still me, and I'm alright with that. I'm down with loving track. It's good for me, and gives me alot of cool opportunities. Track won't really take me anywhere in life, but it's nice to go out there with some friends and run. It's nice to be able to be on a team, to have some unity. It's nice to hang out with some older guys and learn from them. The distance team is really cool, it's a bunch of good guys. The sprint team isn't the most wholesome bunch, but the distance team is really cool, they're great guys. It's nice to hang out with those guys, and to get a little help in life from them. I've got nothing but respect for Clements and Whiting and Porter. It's good times.

School is almost out. I'm not exactly an excitable person. I'm very boring really. I mean, school's almost out. You'd think I'd have some emotion for that right? Nah, I'm down with it. It'll come. And when it does, I won't get any more sleep than usual. I'll go to work pretty soon, I'll run summer cross country. It'll be life.

Who is Brandon Hu? Brandon Hu is a legend. He has the high score on phoenix on all of your calculators. Jason Liu is the only person to have figured that out. Therefore, he wins the prize.

I will write him a poem tomorrow.

Alex Trebek: "Christopher Thatcher is about to do this, and then go to bed."

Contestant A: "What is, learn how to sing?"

Alex Trebek: "Correct, for 2,000 Junior Bacon Chesseburgers."


*edit*

So, dad just helped me learn how to sing. That was nice and fun, so I'm pretty happy about stuff now. Yeah, g'night champ.

*end edit*

G'night all. Happy mother's day. Keep up the good work. The future still looks bright. This post was sorta less than happy. I really am happy. Take it for what it's worth, but not anything more than that. There's alot to talk about, but not enough room to type it. Maybe sometime in the future. It's life. I like life. You ought to like life too, because things are going to be ok. Sometimes we get confused, but that's just cause we're looking way too closely. We need to take a step back. Just step back from things and things start to make sense. Today is just one day out of the year, and this year is just one tiny year in the 72 that you're statistically supposed to live. That's not very big. C'mon, just do the english assignment, it's good for you. Things are going to work out, the big things really aren't all that big, and the little things are apt to be the one's that end up important. Work hard, and don't give anything less than your best. You know what's right and wrong, so do what's right. Do it, and life will be good. G'night all, go tell your mothers or whatever special ladies there are in your life that you love them.

1 comment:

Flamingo said...

Dear Thatcher:

Thank you for your blog. I mean that sincerely. I get on during computer tech, and it keeps me fromo imminent death. You keep me sane in the class. Thank you.