Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Heart.

This lacrosse practice was possibly the worst I've ever attended. After running a lap, and doing shuttles, we run the dreaded mile. My anxiety always acts up during the mile... I couldn't finish.

When it comes to miles, or games, or anything timed... I end up shutting down.

I get an anxiety attack, and after I finish running, you can tell, I'm out.

I just

shut

Down.

Then I had to work on a drill with Trang/Grace...
I felt like a disgrace...


I couldn't throw, or catch correctly... My hands were shaking, and I was on the verge of tears. I told Bridget about how I felt, and Hannah, they were encouraging... Sort-of.. My mind was set on quitting, I was so out of it.
(This was tuesday)



Wednesday...

I'm not as enthusiastic as I should be about lax... The previous day making me want to quit.

Well, practicing with the sticks was a lot better than running... I can't stand running. But Sokol's practices are always BS because the same people won't listen or shut up... Then, when we were working on Defense drills, we didn't do ANYTHING half the time we were supposed to. Sokol took so long to come to our groups that we had started doing quicksticks. Then she bitched about us doing quicksticks when she wanted us to stand at the ready for 5 minutes each.

And guess who started drama again???? :]]

If this is the way this season is going to be, I don't know if I want to play or not.

Thursday...

I'm not good enough for varsity... I don't have the perserverance, the stamina, or the skill to be moved up, not yet. I don't really want to have our JV team act like it/we did last year... I told Coach that if I came back today I would probably come back for the whole season.. Yesterday's practice was so like, unexplanable, I didn't get anything out of it... I just felt like I was in class again, not playing a sport or something. Last practice didn't give me much to go on. We're running the mile again today, I hope I do well..
For some reason, when I say I'll come back to a post, I never do... xD
Hm...

I'm so tired... Lacrosse practice isn't the reason, it's a lot easier than field hockey.
I just want to sleep for maybe three hours more?

So i'm failing AP World.
Like with an F, apparently...
I don't really care, right now.
Right now I just want to bypass straight to summer.
Fuck grades.
Fuck guys, man, FUCK guys. xD
If it was that easy..

I need time to think.

7/10 in contrast to 3/10.

I see you as a kid trying to be older.

i feel like i'm your parent.

Let your guard down.

stop acting like such a know-it-all because you don't, you've got a lot to learn.

you have the potential to be very pretty...

Lose some weight.

Stop trying to be older, and enjoy life before it gets harder.

Be yourself.


I asked for it..
Self improvement 101, in session.

The things I hate about myself are the things other people see, too..
I need to fix them.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Before this river becomes an ocean

Before you throw my heart back on the floor
Oh baby I reconsider
My foolish notion
Well I need someone to hold me
But Ill wait for something more

Yes I've gotta have faith... :]

Good things should be on the way~
I'm in a better humor than before.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

On the Subject of Love Poems

English class goes on for fucking everrrrrrr.
And all the spanish girls who talk too much annoy the crap out of me.
I think I annoyed them by talking about AVID like that.
Ohwells.

We've started our poetry unit.
And I'm excited to write.

But our first topic is love poems...
Those cliche, overrated things that seem to pop-up everywhere.
I only really enjoy Pablo Neruda's love poems...

I wrote one while we were talking about cliches.
This is my take:

On The Subject of Love Poems

Ah, love, you
what can I say about
you that hasn't already been said?
Unfathomable,
endless oceans.
Withering roses,
Let me count the ways.

What is love but a
boquet of endless
flowers,
White doves,
Butterfly kisses,
Sonnet number 18.

How do I write something written before?
Words on paper,
Make it seem so fickle,
So fickle against your skin,
eyes, hair, laughter.

In metaphor and simile,
I cannot compare the rising sun to your glow.
In symbolism and context,
a rose smells just as sweet

Not as sweet as you my dear.

What do I need to say
When all I need to do is love?

I added another stanza, Sam.^^
And I changed the sonnet number to 18.
The Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
That one.

~(Bleh.)~

Monday, February 16, 2009

Tired and Uninspired.

  • complete photography assignment
  • GET $55 for otacon registration
  • GIVE $55 to David for otacon registration
  • start shooting assignement
  • buy photo paper
  • finish A Clockwork Orange so Vy-anh can borrow it
  • finish english journals (2.5)
  • get academy forms from guidance
  • fill out said forms
  • download music
  • study for precalc
  • extra credit for AP world
  • laundry
  • vaccuum
  • write
  • take a bath
  • get a haircut.
  • update Ipod
  • Blog~?

I don't feel like doing any of those things.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

doot doot doo

I've never been sick enough to warrant two days off in a row...




It's quite boring.. xD


Rather quiet, and lonely. The neighbors in the adjacent building seem to be deaf. Their television woke me up at 9. If the Free Credit Report dot Com song is audiable enough to be recognised in MY ROOM. It's too loud. Dx
Their Riggaton made it hard for me to sleep last night.. Which is why I feel so icky today.

I finished A Wolf at the Table! It was quite good.

I found Augusten Bourrough's website, and now I subscribe to his updates on Facebook.
Apparently Sellevision is being made into a movie??
I want to read it before it comes outt. I watched Running With Scissors before reading the book, the movie was very true to the story... I'm excited for the new movie.

Can't you tell I'm bored??
I'm rambling.

I want to make some
Lemon tea. :D

Doot Doot Doo~

Check her out:
http://www.myspace.com/lucianacaporaso

I'm in love with her <3

Who wouldn't be?? Look at her~!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Blahblahblah..

I've cooled down a lot since the time I wrote that last post.
I didn't publish it, for some reason.

Today, I'm sick. =[[[
I'm running a fever, and my head hurts a lot.

I should be trying to catch up on the homework I was supposed to do for today.. xD
Buuuuuutt. I don't feel like it.

I feel like sleeping the day away.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

angry rant.

Okay, I admit I was being a little angry Saturday.
But Sam, Jansen, you guys know exactly why I was upset, and to go and do that to me, is not fair.

Kayso.. Here's what happened:
One AM Saturday, Jessica calls.... Crying... "Jeremiah's getting locked up. Say goodbye."

Basically, he tells me that the charges plus his prior record were enough to get him tried as an adult... and is leaving early today (it's 1AM) to start his 2-5 year sentence in County. Says Vinh and Stephen got locked up too. But in Juvenile corrections, they're getting out sooner, don't know when. Tells me he loves me and he misses me, and not to cry.. He's got my number written down and will call me if he gets the chance. He was sober this time, perfectly straight. I have no idea how that happened... Too late, I guess.

I TOLD HIM I would go with him to court, if he gave me a date...
I told him to sober-up before anything happened.



I don't sleep until 4:30 after that. Wake-up at six from the excruciating pain I've been in all week. The stress made it worse.
I ended up not eating anything until late evening, then feeling nauseous.


The only person I talked to it about was Julio, for a while... He said come over. Jess might come-up, and he doesn't want me to be alone.

I decided to not go to dinner, so I could try to cheer up before the play. By now I had told Jansen and Samantha as well.

AND YOU GUYS SHOW UP LATE. EXPECTING ME TO SAVE SEATS FOR EVERYONE.
Goddamnit.

I just wasn't in the mood to be let down like that.
I didn't even want to go to the play anymore.
I wanted to just hang out at Josh's place... Just chill, cheer up.


I promised I would go, so I did... But really? You guys practically left me there, ALONE, for half the play. You know how awkward that feels???? Especially when I'm already about to break down????

I mean, come on.
Guys, get organized.
Okay, I lied.

But I'll edit this later.

Friday, February 6, 2009

There's no reason to act like this, I've brought it all on myself.



I continue to write my experience down, as a short-story of sorts. It's kind-of hard to look at sometimes. Because it's just a little odd, to be talking about yourself, yet not. I'm writing down my perspective of a night I'd rather not remember, for people to read and talk about. It is also a constant reminder to myself about my experiences with ((((drugs)))), and it keeps me sort-of in check. I know I am going to continue doing things I should not do to my body and society and whatnot. But I think now I know where and when I should allow myself to do these things.

I continue to be inspired by the messages I left myself as I was cam-whoring in Vincent's bathroom (shhh..) xD The fact that I wrote them to myself, a person I absolutely cannot stand, inspires me a lot. I want to feel the way I did that night all the time. Not necessarily the tights against my skin, and the walls feeling so nice and smooth, but the happy feeling, and the self-confidence.

The notes I wrote are still in my phone, helping me along with it, but only with parts I haven't written yet. The beginning is almost finished, and the middle/end are done, but have not been transposed onto Microsoft Word yet.

I need to finish this thing.. I will, eventually.


Kayso... I don't know why but I feel as if I should talk about my feelings right now.
Well, a certain one, that I've always felt, but moreso today than in a long time.

I feel so left out sometimes.

With the dances, and the musical night, and matching Thursdays, and w.e. I always end up joining-in and never invited first off. I don't even understand why I'm working on the Japanese project/skit/thing with Evelina, Sam and Alena. I didn't understand how I got included in the group, when I was just sitting there, trying to translate a haiku.

Urgh... I don't understand what I'm talking about anymore.
I think what I'm trying to say is that
just sometimes, I feel a lot more distant with a lot of the people in our group than most people, like I'm on the outside of a lot of things. I probably feel this way a lot more than I should, but that's just me, I'm paranoid. Some of this is my fault I know. Playing lacrosse and field hockey, getting closer to a different group of people rather than getting close to the people around me. It's just that, even when I'm free, I feel as if I'm missing-out on a lot of stuff.

I've severed ties with Jess, Julio and Chelsea almost completely as-of now, for you guys.

I dunno what I'm getting at here, honestly. I've re-written this last bit maybe three times? I've cut-out a lot of stuff, because I sound selfish. I am selfish.. Right now I think that I'm whoring for attention saying all of this stuff. I think that I'm just being stupid asking for this, I don't think I deserve any of it.

I don't know what I want.. I want us to be as close as we were when we were at LJ.

I want to be able to come back from Syracuse University and be able to pick up where we left off. I don't think all the fighting about little things is necessary, and I don't want our closeness to be changed because of stupid stuff.

So, let's start over.

Heya, I'm Tiffany.

Love always <3

CLT: I'm so intrigued by the workings of society as a whole, along with the mind. Sociology and/or psychology are my fallback plan(s) for college, if I decide not to become a photographer or a media editor/developer (i.e. webpages, computer-designed art, game story/characer development). I'm planning on going to school for that.

^my next post will be about that.

Monday, February 2, 2009

get a hold of yourself Tiff.

Sometimes I just need to be reassured, and calmed down.
Don't leave me alone, I don't know what I'll do.

I know I'm hurting myself when I do these stupid things, so why do I do them?

Hm.

Self evaluation time. Again.

Just stop it. Shut up.

Just when I think I'm doing better than before, I slip up.
And I'm back where I started
Sorry Amy, I don't really think I've grown any.



Not after what's happened.


I'm just
so fucking mad.

I thought that it would make me feel like I'm in control again, somehow.
Ego boost, something like that.
Instead, I feel like I've done something absolutely terrible.
Quite frankly, I think I have, because I'm denying myself what I know is best for me.