March 23, 2003 ~ 10:38 p.m.
Feeling:
Song of the Day: "Amethyst Remembrance" ~ Yami no Matsuei ( the anime )
I hate not being able to write for a long time. I have my entries planned out, what I want to write, but I never seem to do it. I guess...that I just do things compulsively. Sometimes it works, but other times it doesn't work out. So I guess I'll just have to write out the newer thoughts before the older ones and sum up everything from the past week. I just lost what I had been writing earlier so I'm pretty pissed off. I didn't know what I had been writing about anyway.
The week had been pretty boring and near the end of the week left me beat and slightly depressed. Thursday...school went along as normal, then in the afternoon I had tennis practice. There was a brush fire that day, and what we though were dark rain clouds turned out to be a billowing cloud of smoke. The wind blew the smell of smoke to our sensitive noses, and ashes began to blow over us like black snow. It got into our eyes and the smoke made us dizzy and our vision hazy. But we still practiced.
Practice was fun, though. I was doing really well on the overheads, except that one of the boys could hit pretty hard and when I went around to return his overheads, at one point he got me right in the middle of my chest. It didn't really hurt that much but it was so embarrassing. I swear he was trying to attack me, or the ball just wanted to get me. Then we played a doubles drill and the adrenaline pumped through me like crazy and I was bouncing around and laughing.
After practice had ended, a bunch of us were still playing and waiting around for our rides. Marizal and I didn't exactly know how we were going to get home, but she had called someone to pick her up earlier, but told me that our ride would come late, and I did not want to get home late. I couldn't come in contact with Bridget, so I tried calling Sara's house twice.
So we still waited...watched Marizal and some of the others play. Sang for them a bit since they urged me to. Then the clouds became darker after the smoke wafted away. It drizzled a little, then stopped. I was praying that it wouldn't rain, since I was still pondering how to get a ride home and didn't want to get soaked. Everyone else was hoping that it wouldn't rain either, saying that you have to talk nice to the clouds so that it won't rain. I called Sara's house one more time and I managed to get in contact with her mom, and asked her to pick up me and Marizal.
Nature was against us that afternoon, because when I called my aunt, it started to pour. All of us screamed like hell because we didn't want to get wet and we grabbed all our stuff and ran to the trees nearby to stay keep out of the rain. It was funny because we all seemed like poor little wet dogs huddled under the trees. Some of the others hid in the tunnel under the road where the water would flow down a channel. We had waited and waited for the pouring to stop. At times it would pour, other times slow down, then start up again.
One of the boys, however, seemed intent on staying on the tennis court and kept on practicing. I thought he was crazy, but it's not like I haven't stayed out in the rain for some odd reason. I like rain, but I don't like getting wet and cold.
Finally, my aunt came. We dropped off Marizal and we stopped at my house so I could put on a dry t-shirt and sweater and threw my stuff in the house and went back out to the car. We dropped of Sara's brother at his karate lesson, stopped at Sara's school so she could receive her academic honors, picked up some pizza and went over to the hospital.
My mom's sister had another baby. A cute little boy. He was adorable. And he didn't cry much. Just slept peacefully, opening his sweet little eyes now and then. He was just so precious. My uncle took a few pictures of me and Sara holding the baby. Babies are so beautiful...a form of new life, a gift more precious than anything. A wonder of God. I love babies, but right now I don't seem like I could really take care of one. Yeah...but I'll learn.
After staying there a while, we left to pick up Sara's brother from his karate lesson and then I finally got home.
Well...it was a really interesting day...I just wished I could have written about it earlier. However, there was a lot more in store for the weekend.
Can't take this crap anymore...
Torn
Staying Strong
Heavenly Music
A Filipino Drunkard's Party
Living life »»†«« in solitude...
