So, I've decided that since I write so much in one year, I'm done with this journal.  I've been writing in a live journal, just to separate everything.  This journal has been my eleventh grade life and then some.  If you can find my livejournal you can keep spying on me.  Until then, farewell.

ps. I'll keep talkin' to you Rachel, you bumcake!

SO rowing has been going pretty well lately. Monday we had a 10k test, which I only did a 40:00 piece because of my back and pulled primarily with my arms. I got over 7000 meters, which is pretty good judging what I had been doing. When I'm in uber shape I hope to do a whole 10k in 40:00... like that will ever happen.
The new novies are not even as cool as us. Ok so as I have found out, and seen with my own two eyes: SDRC sends new people to our camps because we teach better, but then they people go to SDRC. THAT IS FUCKING BULLSHIT, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! On tuesday sdrc people were jogging (I guess they say "jog to zlac and back, because thats what they do, and they stop and turn right at our boathouse and converse, the minions...) and who do I see but at least three people who I worked with during row camps, who are now rowing to SDRC. One of which, who's name was Sam, who did ALL THREE ZLAC ROW CAMPS, who I didn't like from the start. I had an icky feeling from her in the first place, and lo and behold, that bitch signs with SDRC. The fucking hypocracy of it all just pisses the shit out of me. I don't have a problem of boys rowing at SDRC because ZLAC doesn't allow boys, so they have to go there. But, wtf mate!? Why on earth would you want to get sweaty and gross with boys. Join the fucking girls club! I'm so mad there's not a law that makes it wrong for them to take our camps and row for the other team. Its sick. Its fucking sick. SDRC can go die... or the girls there. Except Camryn, even though she betrayed us, I still love her
School is crazy, but its cool that we get a letter in our counselor application parts of the college apps, that says we are an IB diploma candidate and explains what that is. Thats AWESOME.

Ok better start the homework, and live through the shame of missing LOST. boohoo...

Currently Reading Diplomacy By Henry Kissinger see related

Rowing started yesterday!! I was so scared that we were doing land training for the first two weeks, but we're not. We took out NINE boats, and I STROKED the centennial. Paul put ME as stroke! Not Juliana, the "stroke" of the novies, but ME! I was totally stoked, because, a) that means he's picking out his strokes already and b) I have a chance to show him that I'm good enough to stroke the varisy eight. Which I really really want to do. He came over and told me to get some ratio, so I did and he said good. We just rowed and rowed, it wasn't much of a work out. We just had to get back into the scheme of things. Kate was our coxswain and it was sooo cool. Natalie Briar and Sarah were having their own loud conversation behind us, so me and Kate talked about music and politics and what it will take for us to get into the one varsity eight. It was a really good conversation. Good times. We also had cheerios in the boat, but I guess Paul doesn't care.

I found out why Camryn switched to SDRC. Her mom, supposedly, is not pleased with the way the old ladies are spending money. But Camryn is trying to fight her way back. I hope she does because I miss her. Briar without Camryn doesn't make any sense. We need both the uber happy boy loving great coxing coxswains.

Today we had to do two twenty minute pieces, which would have been fine, If I weren't out of shape.  I did really really badly.  But in two months, I'll do great.  I just have to get back in shape.  Moki helped me out so much, that you babe!  Now Paul is going to look back at our scores and say, "Hm... I don't want Ellie in a boat!"  That is my NIGHTMARE.  Well... sorta.  OK, so our plan is, since we can't really decorate Scotts car for his wedding on saturday, we're going to make a biiiig poster/sign.  And decorate it all cool and say "attach this to your car" or something to that extent. 

Number of new blisters: 6
ok, must get on that homework. Henceforth I will no longer go to bed at the lovely hour of 9.

So, like, kickoff was today. I saw friends but wasn't allowed to sit with them because I had to sit with me mum.... oh well. Practice starts Wednesday. Anita calls rowing a
"cult" and it was funny at first, but now its like, non stop and its getting really annoying. Even Mr. Poncey is calling it a cult. I LIKE rowing. And if there was an EXCELLENT drama program at my school, which there isn't, maybe I would have done rec rowing. But I love rowing, and nothing is going to change that. Except for... maybe this season. Which I doubt. I'm going to miss scott and alexi. tear...

I drove today again!! Down to ZLAC and back. When I'm on Ingraham I have to get over like 3 lanes in a row, and I totally did it! True... there wasn't really any traffic. But I still did it! My mom is a control freak though. She kept grabbing the wheel and yelled at me if I didn't know how to do something, or didn't turn when she usually does. See, I follow the street, and she starts to turn on a curve earlier. She's so scared I'm going to get into an accident. But I'm not, I'm pretty good for a newcomer. I can park and back up already. Geez this sounds dumb, everyone else already has cars... oh well. I still prefer biking over driving.

I printed out the current application for Tufts University. You know, just to practice filling out the forms and stuff. I really really really really really x eleventy billion million trillion yen want to get into this school. Sooo badly. here are the stats: and estimated 15000 students will apply, 1250 will get in. OHhhh man I hope being full IB and rowing and theatre and piano is good enough for those guys. granted, I don't have a 4.0, but I think I can get one this year. I TOTALLY got a 4 on my first history quiz, which is like whoa because I've gotten C's the past two years in history. Oh yeah, and math is a joke. I would switch to calculus, but I want to pass the IB test.



I think I'm getting sick.