out in left field

It's really a good expression,
You know.

I was in outfield today,
Not playing though,
Right of left field,
Really far off,
And not doing anything, so I didn't
Need to pay attention at all.
I watched Nathan Bill people,
A family, Dad on the phone being
Dragged along by great Huskys,
Mom with a comfy pale yellow sweatshirt
And Baby in some contraption that
Strapped to her back.
I saw a pile of dog shit
And an empty bag of cheese fries,
And also a white dog with two black ears.

I marched in a St. Patty's parade on
Sunday.
My drum was heavy and the air smelled like
Booze.
I needed a familiar face in the crowd,
I found none.
My mom gave me water,
I drank and played and there was a picture
Of me in the newspaper today
And I have shamrock sunglasses on
And looked like I want to curl up in a ball
And sleep, right in the middle of the street.
At the time, I definitely did.
But then I rested and was fed on the bus ride back,
And I was much better, with cookies and Capri Sun
In my system.

Monday I gave Ryan Zable pepperoni pizza.
Play practice was going on,
Before a random softball pizza party
Coaches decided to have before practice,
I stood in the auditorium and watched
Rehearsal and spotted Beth and Anzo
And the cast on stage, running lines.
I miss this. It stinks being a freshman.
No speaking roles. Might also me my lack of
Singing ability, but we'll blame it on
Being a freshman for now.
But then I went with Helen and Lya
And ate pizza and saw Ryan when I was
Running to get the door open for
Some nice construction worker who
Was begging through the cafeteria window,
And I felt like sneaking pizza,
And feeding a hungry boy,
So I got him pepperoni and he thanked me
Profusely, and again in the hallway yesterday.
I feel bad for him, I don't have a problem with him,
I brought him pizza and it made me glad.

Yesterday at lunch I couldn't eat my sandwich.
It was the ham, I think.
I took a few bites, and I realized I couldn't do it,
Chew this flesh,
It felt wrong.
Joan asked why I wasn't eating it,
And I said "I don't know."
And, I'm no vegetarian,
I eat meat, I've eaten meat since then,
Like today, even,
I just couldn't do it then.
And my mom called me over
As I disposed of trash,
And told me I looked sick and to get a pass
And come on down,
But I didn't want to at all.

I wore my contacts all this week,
I'm hooked on them.
I think they're fun, no one notices usually,
Maybe they do but don't say anything.
It's like not being visually impared anymore,
I hardly know they're there.
I might stick with it, I enjoy them

Ms. Judd sent me to her office.
I was seriously scared.
On my way, Mrs. Perreault told me
To bring this huge box to Maintenance
And I walked down the hallway
With it over my head,
A turtle in its shell,
And put it in Maintenance
And Ms. Judd told me I missed D period
Unexcused
Last week, and I said I was with Mrs. Campbell,
And she let me go free.

Today was a good, making up for my
Bad past couple weeks.
It was my mom's brithday,
My dad woke me up and fed me waffles,
And I went back to bed, there's no school.
I awoke again at 9:32
And went to the kitchen
And did sudoku and my mom made me tea,
And I actually finished the sudoku,
And then ate kiwi
And copied my softball schedule
Into my agenda
From the Internet.
I worked on writing some letter for my
Silver Award,
Which I need to work on badly
But put it off because homework's more
Important, for sure.
I took my mom out to Coughlin's,
Mrs. Pin looked shocked when I waved to
Her when we arrived.
I ordered cranberry juice and quesadilla,
And my mom saw all these people she knew,
And was so happy, 'cause it was her birthday.
We went to Costco, I enjoyed the people there,
Particularly an older deaf couple
And an Asian woman
Buying some exotic looking plant.
Then we went to Bob's and Mom bought shoes
And I helped a lady find the Crocs.
Then I went to softball,
And ran and threw and missed and caught
And lead and bunted and cheered.

And then I chilled in left field.

We went to Leone's for dinner,
And Ms. Brown was there with Sue,
And I ate a calzone
And went home and did math homework,
And still haven't finished it.
But I'm all caught up with my make-up work,
Which makes me so happy I could scream.

What have I been up to all week?
Basically, this.

;)

Natasha,
I'm sorry, really I am.
I heard it was your first time,
You know, skiing?
Taking lessons?
Should've worn that helmet, Natasha.
I fell skiing once, too,
I broke my arm, you broke your brain.
Plus I had a nice redhead with an afro
Retrieve my skiis for me,
Doubt you got that pleasure.
Emily Pin broke the news to me at lunch,
She laughed at me when I"NNNOOO!!!"-ed.
I was rooting for you though,
Prayed for you in Latin,
Cried a little during class, despite myself.
Later Heloise brought you up,
I tried to explain to Beth
Who you were, she didn't really get it.
She told me I looked sad.
Then we talked Kite Runner,
Told her the movie is great
She said I shouldn't read the book,
Much too graphic.

But anyway,
I just want to let you know that I wanted you to
Win, that some girl you'll never know was
Looking out for you.
I think it's mostly because you're dead,
And I don't know you,
And I'm a fan of Parent Trap,
And Maid in Manhattan
And you'll never star in any other movies
Ever again.
Alright, this is depressing,
Blogging to dead celebrities,
Hope you have fun in Movie Heaven.

Tonight's the concert,
Drumline practice after school was horrible.
Allyssa's infatuation with Tim Miller
Kept her from playing anything decent,
Then she just kept dropping out,
Not playing altogether.
She better pull herself together
For this thing or I'll scream.

But, we get to wear sunglasses
On stage,
So everything's all better.

x)

Natasha Richardson

This is an outrage.

This woman can't die.

I do not know her.

Sometimes, though, when you watch

Parent Trap 16 million times too many

At Emily Pin's house,

You tend to feel like you know her.

She can't die.

Ski accidents are horrible, they

Are a poor way to die.

But, seriously,

She's pretty and talented and shouldn't

Have to die from hanging out in Canada

And going for a ski.

It's not fair.

Really, it's not fair.

Pull through, Natasha,

I don't know you, I don't watch all your movies

Or stalk you on the Internet,

Or even mail creepy love letters to your

Penthouse.

I also keep wanting to call you

Natalie, basically 'cause

I have no idea who you are.

But, you rocked in Parent Trap,

Therefore,

You don't deserve to die.

<3

spring?!

It's so nice outside today.
Beautiful.
I've been playing catch with my sister
A lot between today and yesterday.
Softball try-outs are tomorrow,
I haven't done anything since
Camp, but camp was so hard-core
I think that counts.
But, I, like, took my sweatshirt off
And everything.
It's perfect.

So many mixed feelings though.
I reflexively looked over to my cat's
Favorite sunning spots twice already.
It's just so unreal, nothing is there.

I've been sick, I missed a lot of school.
Two days feels like a lot.
I can't make anything out of the Biology
Notes Pin took the liberty of copying.
I haven't had anything to do,
I've been really unhappy lately.
Staying home just sucks.

My brother has this kid over that lives
In the house behind ours, you know,
The next street over.
Mitch.
He's so weird, I can hardly stay in the
Same room with him.
At least that's my impression,
Haven't met him much.
Fully compatible with Pat though,
They've been talking Poke'mon all day.
I guess that's good.

My sister has another neighbor over.
Jesse, but she doesn't really count
Cause she's nice and goes to school with Emily.
I think she's going to some basketball game with her.
Whoo hoo.

My mom was supposed to go to the hockey game
Today in Boston with Ms. Morissino,
But Ms. Morissino's sick, so I think she isn't.
She was going to skip my stupid
Swimming banquet for the game,
But now that she's not going, she wants in on
The banquet.
Pfft, she was going to make me go to that
Thing with my dad.
Whatever, I don't care either way.

I feel like doing something time consuming
For myself, not school or anything.
I'm bad at coming up with this stuff on the spot.
Well, maybe I'll fill my time with finding
Something to do.
Don't know, doesn't matter.

Hmm?

visne mecum saltare?
Will you dance with me?

Today was actually a bad day.
It was.
I didn't realize it until my mom
And Ms. Kakely asked me about it
Before going home, but then I saw that
It really was.
Like, if you looked at the scheme of things,
If I tell you what happened today,
You'd be all, "Aw, duuudee, thaaaa suckkss."
But it didn't feel suckish at the time.
Just sounds bad, I guess.

I woke up this morning, ate waffles,
I lost my pink earring yesterday at school,
Couldn't wear them.
I left the house, Dad drove the van
Even though him and my sister are both sick,
Walking to Bio, I realized they took down my
Favorite picture hanging in the hallway,
And I was wrong about my potential amazing
Test grade.

In homeroom, no one was speaking my language.
The one downside to Tic-Tac-Toe Koreans.

Band was the highlight,
I realized I have this cool mark on my arm
That you get from cymbal playing.
Bob and Alex told me how bad they got it from
Some parade they did.
Mine doesn't hurt though, I saw it a while back,
Didn't know how I got it. Now I do.

I let Heloise copy my Latin homework,
And I did horrible on it,
And so must've she.

I failed an Algebra quiz,
But I enjoy retaking them in the morning.
Starts my day off right.

We learned about Alexander the Great in History.
I can't decide if he was Great or not,
There's so much evidence for both sides,
You just can't choose.

My yogurt at lunch was horrifying.
I showed it to my mom and told her to
Stop buying generic Stop and Shop
Fruit on the bottom.
I made Ms. Morrisino laugh.

Ms. Johnson thought she'd be cool and call on me
Without me raising my hand.
I wasn't paying attention, trying to zone out from
All the rapid-fire gossip,
Just doodling little jellyfish on some paper I found,
And I had to babble about how Jesus cured a leper,
And Ms. Johnson hated it.

English?
Raised my hand thousands of times and ranted on
About weird ideas I'm not sure I even feel
And couldn't articulate anything.
Basically,
Made my own fun.

So it was bad, but I wouldn't say I had a bad day.
It didn't feel crummy at the time.
Days like these, you expect bad things to happen.
And then grow immune to them, so it's only bad
Before you realize that it doesn't matter.

And it doesn't.

Now, on to Latin vocab.
Ttyl, lol.

x)

Patrick's Pinewood Derby car.
Isn't this thing sick!?!
Him and my dad spent last weekend
Painting it.
Apparently it was supposed to be
Chromish red,
But it turned out to be this,
Amazing, bloody colored thing.
Patrick's calling it the Bloodmobile,
He's racing it tomorrow, but I won't see it.
But even if it doesn't win,
IT IS JUST SO DARN COOL,
Nothing else will matter.

*heheheheh*

On Saturday,

It was so sunny and nice.

It was spring, I could feel it.

I took pictures of crocuses,

A patch I found,

And smiled and was warm.

And last night it snowed like crazy,

And there's no school

So I peek out to where the crocuses
Were on Saturday,

And they're currently

Under a chilly blanket

Of snow,

Never to be seen or heard from

Again.