1.TrigHon
2.Bio
3.English10
4.Gym Day2&4
4.WritingLab Day3
4.StudyHall Day1
5.Photography
6.SS10Hon
7.Lunch
8.ConcertBand Day1&3
8.BioLab Day2
8.StudyHall Day4
9.SeniorChorus Day1&3
9.SelectChorus Day2&4
Soo,
First three period from hell.
I have Gym with Belyea :'((
Got into Photography! :DD
Honors SS this time with y'all :))
Still in Concert Band.... :\
So's far as I know you're all in Symphonic...... :\
And if I don't know,
I'm guessing you probably all are...
I'm happy I got everything I wanted,
With some Study Halls in there.
Just gotta see who I got what with now :))
That was back when I was still, I was still in love. Til I opened my eyes and walked out the door, and the clouds came tumblin' down.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
gets high with a little help
Icky oww.
I have a stupid 0varian (yst thanger.
I got super ibuprofen out of the deal but it still hurts a bit.
Spent all day yesterday at the hospital,
Got coolio bracelets from them.
Gotta take the next couple days easy.
E.G. no practice.
But still, yesterday was pretty awesome despite the fact that I had to drink literally a gallon of water and get and ultr@sound that requires pushing down on my full bladder.
So, uh, why'd ya call me?
I ran out of minutes and felt we were having a conversation.
hhehhe.
We kind of weren't due to the fact that you were lost, confused, and possibly high(jk).
But still....
Funny how 18 minutes can pretty much make up for a whole day
:DD
I get by with a little help from my friends, get's high with a little help from his friends.
I have a stupid 0varian (yst thanger.
I got super ibuprofen out of the deal but it still hurts a bit.
Spent all day yesterday at the hospital,
Got coolio bracelets from them.
Gotta take the next couple days easy.
E.G. no practice.
But still, yesterday was pretty awesome despite the fact that I had to drink literally a gallon of water and get and ultr@sound that requires pushing down on my full bladder.
So, uh, why'd ya call me?
I ran out of minutes and felt we were having a conversation.
hhehhe.
We kind of weren't due to the fact that you were lost, confused, and possibly high(jk).
But still....
Funny how 18 minutes can pretty much make up for a whole day
:DD
I get by with a little help from my friends, get's high with a little help from his friends.
Monday, August 24, 2009
i think im ready
The other day,
I redid my FP profile.
It was an attempt to describe myself.
Sort of.
And I did kind of a half ass job cause I didn't want it to be to long.
So, I wanna try now.
Dk why.
Just do.
I'm Harper.
I live in New York.
I'm 15.
16 on February 4th, 2010.
Sometimes I'm unhappy a lot.
I feel like an outsider unless I'm hanging with certain people.
I'm kind of a loner.
I hate social functions.
I've never had a boyfriend.
Like a real, treat you right boyfriend.
At the same time that I really want that,
It also scares me cause I don't know anything about anything.
I like to read.
I should read at my level more,
But they don't really write for girls at my age.
I hate being around people because in some way or another I always feel left out.
I'm not fat per say,
But I'm also not skinny.
I really have few qualms about this.
No seriously.
It could be worse.
I used to be a cutter.
It only went on for a month,
Then I was found out.
I will openly admit that sometimes I think about it.
Then I just go read MLIA because it makes me so inexplicably happy,
All thought of that just go away.
I don't know why it works,
But I'm gonna roll with it.
This has really inspired me to get a TWLOHA tattoo.
Sometimes I wish I was still little.
Cause lately everyone around me seems to be moving while I'm still standing alone.
Every once in a while someone takes the time to walk back and get me,
And I appreciate that so much.
I hardly ever come up with my own originality.
I spew quotes from everything all the time.
People seem to think I'm funny,
But I'm really not so funny.
I don't know where they get that idea.
I'm not cutting myself down bytheby.
I'm really happy with who I am right now.
Probably the happiest with me as me as I've been in a year or so.
You know, teen angst puberty shit :))
Don't take this as a cry for help.
I'm not looking for everyone to say poor Harper.
I'm me.
Fucking deal with it.
Oh yeah,
Sometimes I swear too much.
It's a problem at times.
I sing.
People seem to think its good,
But I just see it as I'm loud.
I do feel proud when this so called talent takes me places.
I kind of aspire to go to NYU and major in History,
With a minor in Art History.
The future doesn't freak me out as much as it used to.
I think that's about it.
I can't think of anything else.
So, that's me.
Ina nutshell.
:))
I'm on fire, and now I think I'm ready.
I redid my FP profile.
It was an attempt to describe myself.
Sort of.
And I did kind of a half ass job cause I didn't want it to be to long.
So, I wanna try now.
Dk why.
Just do.
I'm Harper.
I live in New York.
I'm 15.
16 on February 4th, 2010.
Sometimes I'm unhappy a lot.
I feel like an outsider unless I'm hanging with certain people.
I'm kind of a loner.
I hate social functions.
I've never had a boyfriend.
Like a real, treat you right boyfriend.
At the same time that I really want that,
It also scares me cause I don't know anything about anything.
I like to read.
I should read at my level more,
But they don't really write for girls at my age.
I hate being around people because in some way or another I always feel left out.
I'm not fat per say,
But I'm also not skinny.
I really have few qualms about this.
No seriously.
It could be worse.
I used to be a cutter.
It only went on for a month,
Then I was found out.
I will openly admit that sometimes I think about it.
Then I just go read MLIA because it makes me so inexplicably happy,
All thought of that just go away.
I don't know why it works,
But I'm gonna roll with it.
This has really inspired me to get a TWLOHA tattoo.
Sometimes I wish I was still little.
Cause lately everyone around me seems to be moving while I'm still standing alone.
Every once in a while someone takes the time to walk back and get me,
And I appreciate that so much.
I hardly ever come up with my own originality.
I spew quotes from everything all the time.
People seem to think I'm funny,
But I'm really not so funny.
I don't know where they get that idea.
I'm not cutting myself down bytheby.
I'm really happy with who I am right now.
Probably the happiest with me as me as I've been in a year or so.
You know, teen angst puberty shit :))
Don't take this as a cry for help.
I'm not looking for everyone to say poor Harper.
I'm me.
Fucking deal with it.
Oh yeah,
Sometimes I swear too much.
It's a problem at times.
I sing.
People seem to think its good,
But I just see it as I'm loud.
I do feel proud when this so called talent takes me places.
I kind of aspire to go to NYU and major in History,
With a minor in Art History.
The future doesn't freak me out as much as it used to.
I think that's about it.
I can't think of anything else.
So, that's me.
Ina nutshell.
:))
I'm on fire, and now I think I'm ready.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
doesnt feel the same
Imagine, if you will, that you are a runner.
Now, imagine you are at cross country practice.
Imagine youir coach says its an easy 4 mile day.
You concede, its really not that bad.
2 miles up a road then 2 miles back.
You set out.
Though you are last and you go slow,
You do the first 2 miles without walking at all.
You feel good about yourself.
At your turning point,
Your coach is there with water and you get a break and a drink before the next half.
Now, imagine you set out again.
You get maybe 200 meters before you suddenly feel something shift in your ankle.
You see what happens and take a couple more strides.
Now, please imagine the most excruciating pain you have ever felt course through your ankle.
You are suddenly fighting bacck tears it hurts so bad.
You stop.
You walk, without moving your ankle because it hurts so bad.
You walk this way for another 200 or so meters.
You test out a normal walk.
Feels fine.
You test a run.
You're completely fine.
A mile later you are running,
Monitoring your ankle,
But you think you can go the rest of the way with no problems.
All of the sudden,
SNAP.
In your ankle.
You wonder if it makes a noise,
Or if you just felt it.
Now the pain is back.
Worse than before.
You can feel something grinding together with each step you take.
Fighting tears again,
You walk once more without moving your ankle.
About 400 meters later,
Its fine.
You run.
You finish.
You stop and the pain comes on but not as bad.
Still enough.
You don't do strides and you can't put a lot of weight on it.
It aches all day.
2pm is PT.
You tell Nicole what happened.
She puts you on the treadmill.
You walk,
No pain or ache.
You run,
No pain or ache.
You walk/run interval for 11 minutes.
Nothing.
You get off and do your exercises.
It comes back and you wince a few times.
At the end, Nicole puts this electrical thingy on you.
Plus ice.
You walk out with that dull ache.
Throughout the day it becomes a nagging ache.
Til now, when it becomes a painful ache.
You ice.
It doesn't go away.
You are worried sick about practice tomorrow.
Can I run?
Should I run?
Will I ever run without this pain?
Shit.
The same doesn't feel the same anymore.
Now, imagine you are at cross country practice.
Imagine youir coach says its an easy 4 mile day.
You concede, its really not that bad.
2 miles up a road then 2 miles back.
You set out.
Though you are last and you go slow,
You do the first 2 miles without walking at all.
You feel good about yourself.
At your turning point,
Your coach is there with water and you get a break and a drink before the next half.
Now, imagine you set out again.
You get maybe 200 meters before you suddenly feel something shift in your ankle.
You see what happens and take a couple more strides.
Now, please imagine the most excruciating pain you have ever felt course through your ankle.
You are suddenly fighting bacck tears it hurts so bad.
You stop.
You walk, without moving your ankle because it hurts so bad.
You walk this way for another 200 or so meters.
You test out a normal walk.
Feels fine.
You test a run.
You're completely fine.
A mile later you are running,
Monitoring your ankle,
But you think you can go the rest of the way with no problems.
All of the sudden,
SNAP.
In your ankle.
You wonder if it makes a noise,
Or if you just felt it.
Now the pain is back.
Worse than before.
You can feel something grinding together with each step you take.
Fighting tears again,
You walk once more without moving your ankle.
About 400 meters later,
Its fine.
You run.
You finish.
You stop and the pain comes on but not as bad.
Still enough.
You don't do strides and you can't put a lot of weight on it.
It aches all day.
2pm is PT.
You tell Nicole what happened.
She puts you on the treadmill.
You walk,
No pain or ache.
You run,
No pain or ache.
You walk/run interval for 11 minutes.
Nothing.
You get off and do your exercises.
It comes back and you wince a few times.
At the end, Nicole puts this electrical thingy on you.
Plus ice.
You walk out with that dull ache.
Throughout the day it becomes a nagging ache.
Til now, when it becomes a painful ache.
You ice.
It doesn't go away.
You are worried sick about practice tomorrow.
Can I run?
Should I run?
Will I ever run without this pain?
Shit.
The same doesn't feel the same anymore.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
dont be scared
Feeling good is doing something you haven't done since you first started.
And before when you did it, you fell a lot and shook and were exhausted by the time you were done with 20.
But feeling good is doing it,
Only having to stop and stretch cause your back got stiff,
And doing all twenty while marveling at the fact that you have muscles.
Feeling good is also coming home,
Getting on the scale,
And not caring that the number went up by two.
Cause you know you're stronger.
And you know your gonna get better.
And you know that you can get better.
Knowing that you're gonna apologize and try to be friends.
Knowing that you really do want to try and get grades that you care about and are proud of.
Knowing you're gonna work hard.
Feeling good is knowing you care about yourself.
Don't be scared to fly alone, find a path that is your own.
And before when you did it, you fell a lot and shook and were exhausted by the time you were done with 20.
But feeling good is doing it,
Only having to stop and stretch cause your back got stiff,
And doing all twenty while marveling at the fact that you have muscles.
Feeling good is also coming home,
Getting on the scale,
And not caring that the number went up by two.
Cause you know you're stronger.
And you know your gonna get better.
And you know that you can get better.
Knowing that you're gonna apologize and try to be friends.
Knowing that you really do want to try and get grades that you care about and are proud of.
Knowing you're gonna work hard.
Feeling good is knowing you care about yourself.
Don't be scared to fly alone, find a path that is your own.
Monday, August 17, 2009
im already dead
So yeah.
Theres kind of alot of stuff that happened but I really don't feel like typing it out.
And I also suck at remembering things for thingss like descriptions.
But I would like to apologize for getting annoyed with you and Adam, Tiff.
I mean I'm happy for you immensely but I will be honest in that its kind of annoying after a while.
Single girl jealousy complex, ya know??
THIS COMPUTER IS BEING ANNOYINGLY SLOW AND FREEZY!
STUPID THINGGG!!!!
It types the word like thirty seconds after I stop and wait.
Grr.
Dat da da.
Ohmigod fucking really??!
This is ridiculous!!
Ugh!!
Call 911, I'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess.
Theres kind of alot of stuff that happened but I really don't feel like typing it out.
And I also suck at remembering things for thingss like descriptions.
But I would like to apologize for getting annoyed with you and Adam, Tiff.
I mean I'm happy for you immensely but I will be honest in that its kind of annoying after a while.
Single girl jealousy complex, ya know??
THIS COMPUTER IS BEING ANNOYINGLY SLOW AND FREEZY!
STUPID THINGGG!!!!
It types the word like thirty seconds after I stop and wait.
Grr.
Dat da da.
Ohmigod fucking really??!
This is ridiculous!!
Ugh!!
Call 911, I'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess.
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