can we cast our shadows alone in the dark?
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Saturday, August 09, 2003 i'm not much for titles. Today I went over to Spring Hill (Mariner Lanes) to interview Michael Davidson and his dad Bill for my next story for the St. Pete Times. Bill was talkative. Michael was not. Bill came off as one of those overbearing dads who push their children into everything sports wise, but he compensated for it by saying "We allow him to do what he wants to." Nice save. I did, however, manage to pry some good quotes out of them, and I got 3 or 4 pages of notes, so I'll probably be able to assemble a story. Somehow. The end of the interview was awkward. I didn't have a ride back home. Spring Hill is 20 minutes and mom had to wait for a package at the house, so she couldn't just ride around and come pick me up. Plus the truck is acting up again and so we haven't been able to use the Saturn. Bummer. So I'm sitting around after the interview has been done for 45+ minutes, waiting for this mega maroon mass of metal to come roaring (it is crazy loud) through the parking lot. It finally shows after entirely too long. But hey, the new washing machine works (the package was a new washer -- the old one broke. Only 3 years old. Poor baby.) You would think that after all this time, we would have a better name for a "washing machine". It seems so primitive. Think about it. The Internet? "The web". Television? "TV" (or for my British folk, the "Tellie"). And.. uh... fill in some more here. Washing machine? Too many syllables. I saw Boots in Wal*Mart today. He said he was shopping for... well... for boots. Muhahahaha. I don't like the prospects of going back to school this Monday. I don't know where my summer went. It was pretty active, and fairly normal around here. I went to 2 concerts (Warped Tour and The White Stripes), a camp (SJI -- if anyone from SJI is reading this, I miss you. I miss all of them), and college 2 days a week. Not to mention HCA open gyms 2 days a week, and all of the re-modeling we've been doing (i.e. my room, Andrew's room, the greenhouse, etc.) Tonight is the last night I can stay up till whenever. No good, kids. No good. Although I am looking forward to school, it, like Marleigh said, signifies the end of the summer. It also means I'm stuck in hell till May. Fantastic. My first two years of high school zipped by just like this summer. All of a sudden, I blink and I'm a junior in high school. How did that happen? It's scary -- next year, I'll be a senior (gasp!). ...at least I'm not a freshman anymore. Dirty scrubs. I cannot stand this weather any longer. The entire metro-Tampa/St. Petersburg/Clearwater area is under a flood watch through Monday. Every day this summer, it seems, has rained. Even when I was at SJI, it rained (one day for about 30 minutes -- but that's enough to count). I told the skies not to open, but they just wouldn't listen. I just want the cold. I don't want the added attachment of rain. I don't like walking in the mud, be it in shoes or sandals or socks or nothing at all. Mud is for babies to play in (and eat), not for my stomping paths. Okay, fine, I'll admit it. I still participate in mud fights sometimes. I'm sure there must be some sort of slogan or motto to get with that... "Live life to the fullest -- play in the mud." Come to think of it, screw the rain. Seriously (Homestar Runner!). I like the cold though. I long for October when I can "bundle up" in our "frigid" Florida 50-degree weather. To tell the whole truth though, Brooksville is elevated. Not a mile high or anything, but this is one of the highest points in the state (100+ feet over sea level! Woo hoo!!). On New Year's Eve 2001, we were down to 22 (!) degrees. New York City was at 24. BAM!!! TAKE THAT, YANKEES. And let's face it: no matter where you are, 22 degrees is 22 degrees. So don't tell me that Florida doesn't get cold weather. Just because we have consistent 85/70 days doesn't mean we can't get icy. That's all. ...and they washed away the rumors leaving just the concrete truth. It was a spectacle. No, I mean a miracle. overthought at 11:29:03 PM by a hole in the world color me a hypocrite. 7/18/2003 12:40 AM My Cousin Cassie (12:40 AM): hey Cassie (12:40 AM): do you have a live journal? cameron hawke (12:40 AM): heya cameron hawke (12:40 AM): nah i don't believe in online journals so much for that thought. overthought at 8:46:15 PM by a hole in the world represent mic check. 1, 2. overthought at 8:04:25 PM by a hole in the world |
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