Monday, January 13, 2003
at 6:17 PMPure Cane
I feel babbly this evening. Usually I repress it, but for once I'll let myself wander.
I forgot I had to wash my Speech Club shirt to wear during the yearbook pictures tomorrow. I just threw it and my tournament pants in the washer (though I pronounce it "warsher", much to April's amusement.
The Father last night cooked Autumn Soup, which consists of chopped potatoes, onions, celery, tomatoes, meat, and carrots. It burned the skin off the roof of my mouth. That hurts. It peeled off as I ate.
The Father informed me Saturday that twenty percent of all professional basketball players live in Sugarland. I told him Greer and Bonnie knew this Yao Ming fellow lives just over in Windsor Park Lakes, but The Father was convinced Ming lives with the rest of the crowd. How else would he play pick-up games? Greer and Bonnie were this weekend to have taken Shannon (a sophomore on the newspaper staff) to stalk the poor man's house. Shannon has some inconceivable infatuation with him. He is tall.
I received the application for the application for scholarships from the National Honor Roll. I'll slap a stamp on it and send the sucker out tomorrow. This morning I mailed a scholarship application for some speech program Mr. Powell nominated me for. He nominated as well Donna and a few other people. That was nice. He seems to feel much more positively about me this year, since I've been winning on occasion. But I'm still thrilled last weekend was my last tournament. I need the time to work. I NEED TO GO TO JAPAN!!
Maybe in Japan I'll "disappear" and never resurface.
Nah. That would never work. I'm not even homogenous here.
