A big juicy long one
[Edit: fixed the music website]

Well... my subject sounds like a pornographic statement, but I'm referring to the length of this post. It's been roughly three weeks since an update (at least on LiveJournal), so logically this post should be long and full of detail.

Music link (well, the address, as I'm too lazy to encode a link): for those of you that I've raved so much about Debussy as of late (I guess that would be Michelle... and anyone who wants to check it out, I suppose).
http://www.kunstderfuge.com/debussy.htm
I reccomend everything, though there's at least two hours of music on the sight. I also reccomend you only listen to the live quality versions because it's the best I've ever heard from a MIDI file.

I just picked a scab on my head...

Today has been a sit-in of sorts, so I figured it was time for me to update, what with all the exciting (?) things going on in my life.... Damn, I have to actually remember these things...
Our AYSO team lost the championship... annoying because I tend to take a lot of blame as sweeper. I'm like a goalie that way, I think every team mistake is my fault... mainly because I'm the only one who communicates much on the field, so a miscommunication is my fault.

God, these Debussy etudes are beautiful.

The Once and Future King wasn't such a bad book... some interesting things in it... subtleties really. I decided to watch Camelot for my book to movie comparison... very different. Camelot, being a musical, is horribly upbeat for such a tragic story. And all the characters are naiive caricatures. Generally an annoyance after such a great book, though some of the musical pieces aren't too bad.
I decided to wait until the last two days of break to write the essay, though, and it turned out horribly. I have only one quote from the book, a three word quote from the movie... It follows no format at all (actually, I'm proud of myself for breaking the rules... I just wish I could have had more time to make a GOOD rule breaking essay). The chapter that I wrote for the book was well-done, though. I had great exposition, and showed I understood the plot layout and character actions of the book... I just changed my writing style throughout it. I started out writing what I intended to be suitable for children, and at the end I had wolves fighting each other, blood spewing from their jugulars, and snapping bones... I think I messed up a bit.
Luckily, after talking with many other people in class, I figure that if Mrs. Stubbs were to grade on a curve, I could have an A to start out with... not that she will.

Soccer tryouts: We only had 26 boys try out this year, and one is already out because he has tendinitis in his knees (Anthony Johnson... I figure one of you knows him). I was pretty average in terms of competition... for a while at least. Around Wednesday, my knees (yes knees, not knee... explanation coming) started giving me trouble. I wore the brace for my left knee, and things were fine for it. However, my right knee was extremely tense, and even icing it every day wasn't helping. Because of my injury (or at least I'm telling myself this), I'm on JV again this year. Annoying: 1. Adam Frugé is our coach again... I had a horrible time with him last year. He did not recognize me as a competent player at all. 2. Many freshmen made varsity who... well, they don't have much skill at all. One of them is on varsity simply because we need goalies... not that he's any good.
So, teams were announced Friday morning (oh, we do two-a-days... lots of running), and Friday night I went to practice thinking, "Fine, I don't have to work as hard because I made JV." Well, we were doing 1v1's and the kid I was going against got past me. So, I turned to catch up, stepped off on my right foot, and my knee gave out. Just bloody wonderful.
I went to Monarc the next day to get it checked out. The guy who did my analysis said that I've probably got a bruised or torn miniscus. So, I'm supposed to rest it for a week, then come back in for a follow up the next Saturday (that would be today... another explanation) to see whether I can start playing again or if I should get an MRI. I also got a prescription for 800mg ibuprofen. I thought it would make me loopy, as 200mg Motrin gets to me... but sadly, it doesn't.

Band: The band had two early practices last week because of the football game on the second day of school. The practices were voluntary, and the game ended up being voluntary because of the poor attendance at the practices.

Soccer: We had our car wash last Saturday. I stood out in the street holding a sign. It was good that my hands were full because it prevented me from making obscene gestures at the people who were making them at me. (This was also after my weak knee incident... I stood for four hours in the heat on 10th on weak legs... Some things just couldn't be better.)
I spent all of this week as equipment manager for the team. Instead of running around and hurting my knee, I instead carry around fairly heavy equipment bags to strain myself instead. I'm not sure which would be better. There's a freshman on the team who I think might be gay... or horribly deprived of attention and male role models. He's quiet, but he follows guys around. He's a bit strange... but he's got a nice body :P No, I don't think I could date a freshman. It's amazing what a school can do to you, but I really cannot socialize well with freshmen. They generally piss me off. Well, except for Vinnie. He's a crazy kid.
Big news: The JV team tied varsity this year. That's something that's never happened in the past. JV hasn't even scored on varsity before. And I had NOTHING to do with it. I'm sitting sideline right now. On Wednesday I went in to Dr. Houlihan (my family doc). He did a really crappy assesment of my knee, then took some X-rays. He thinks that I've only pulled a ligament, not anything with my miniscus. So, he arranged for me to get a brace for my right knee. This annoys me, because MONARC was much more thorough, and told me that a knee brace can actually do further damage to a miniscus injury (I trust them much more... they've been more successful with treating my other knee). Unfortunately, MONARC is not covered by our insurance, so I have to go with Dr. Houlihan because my parents will not pay the money for a better treatment. I have a feeling I could run into some serious trouble in a few months with this.

Wow, I've finally made it to the first day of school. And it only took me an hour to remember/type down the preceeding. I hope the link hasn't gone inactive because I'm not willing to retype all this.
English: nothing special... I've already mentioned Once and Future King... that's about it from that class. Band: I MADE IT TO SYMPHONIC BAND!!!! Sometimes one can be a real winner. We've only been playing pep band music right now, but we've got a full schedule this year.

Ah... I just loaded Claire de Lune on the computer... one of the most beautiful piano pieces EVER.

Science: I've got my mom this year. We've agreed to not acknowledge our relationship. Health/P.E.: There's a guy in my class that transferred from Belt. He's pretty good looking, and he looks as though he even fits my social group choice. I feel bad that I didn't really talk to him much because 1. I'm horribly lustful 2. He looked rather lonely. Ah, well, there's a year ahead of us. Spanish: I've got Mr. McNulty. I'm not sure if I'm happy or pissed off. He's a really funny guy, but I don't think he realizes that his humor can cause a lot of damage (for example: he's got a quote from Mein Kampf that is humorous, but does not support the foreign language at all). And his pronunciation is horrible. But he drills verbs, something that few Spanish teachers will do. Computer lit.: This class should be my easiest, though I hate working with Microsoft anything. I've grown up on Apple, and I find it so much easier to work with. Geometry: I have Geometry for the last class of the day... I'll probably fail the class because I won't be awake for it. Our teacher Mr. Olson is one of the taller folks in the school, and his classroom has a platform that he teaches from. He and the platform are at least seven and a half feet tall. It's hard to look at. I'll likely not make eye contact at all this year, for fear of eyestrain.

And that's been the past three weeks as best I remember them... not very well, I'm sure.

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