Bored

So....I'm sitting in the guidance office waiting for my online class to validate. Although Lizzy is here and we're talking and that's good. I've had to run around all freaking morning, between guidance and BSA.

Humph!

Today was supposed to be a nice and easy 7 miles. Nice and easy, I was hanging back. Prefering not to put my self in pain, when Grizz ran up behind and was like why are holding back Fichter? So I decided to run with him. Frickin' idiot. He said he's going to run with me on the time trial too. : p
Anyway...I feel better than I would have expected. And I got to call Nat for the second night in a row. Yay.

My internet shuts off at 11:00, so that's why this is so short.

Stressful

It's really really stressful driving to Charlottesville. Grr.... and I hate the interstate too. Aaanyway. I told my self I was going to wake up at 7 and I actually managed to wake up at 7, although I couldn't fall asleep till around 1, so I felt like shit for about an hour. I walked up to Mr. J's and right as I walked in the door, the cook who I love so very much, asked "bacon and egg?" yep I replied, and before I'd even paid it was sitting there ready for me. Gotta love it when you get the same thing every day, makes life so much easier. I sat around in Panera reading my books while mom got her hair cut. It was supposed to be my hair cut, but my hair looks like shit for a week after it's cut, and since this is the night before school, I decided against getting it cut. I don't really believe school starts tomorrow. I kind of want to walk in, and have Mrs. R go Hah! It's a joke you don't have to come. But I know that won't happen. I think I should go early the first day...even though I have late arrival. Maybe I could get a head start on my...economy? Hah. Not.

I have practice in about half an hour, and I'm really dreading it. I don't like XC. Blasphemy I know. But still....I'm feeling pretty bad. I can barely run a few miles on a hot day. Actually I'll bet I could run more slower. And no that's not bad grammar....although it probably is. Run more distance at a slower pace. But I always want to run with Andy because it's fun, but he's fast, so that rules out anything more than like 2 miles. I love how it took me half an hour to run 3 miles on thursday....with breaks. That was absolutely pathetic. Then again the heat index was like 105, and the humidity must have been like 200%. I swear I was swimming.

I wish I had a mental changer for my ipod. It's really annoying having to change it in the car. I guess that's why they make playlists. But I'll have to make so many of them that it defeats the purpose. I guess that's why they make this wonderful thing called the radio. You have no choice but to listen....or turn it off. I'll bet I could tape a...a......remote to my hand. They made those for PSP why not ipod. Or tape it to the steering wheel. Hah....I don't think dad would like that. That's actually a good idea. I'll check amazon! I like how when I was doing random article on wikihow I came across something about defeating your myspace addiction, and the first step was admitting you had a problem. I don't know... it made me laugh. Hey they do make remotes. For like 30 freaking dollars. Grrr.... oooh there's an 11 dollar one. Too bad I don't have 11 laying around.

I'm trying really hard to post everyday...but a lot of stuff I put on here is completely pointless. Then again, has it ever had a point? Need it have a point? Fuck no. I wonder if I'm addicted to facebook.... I doubt it. I sure was at camp though. I was always like must do lines.....wait! Email! Facebook! Cause email and facebook are connected and such. I'm going to start labeling every post...just because I feel like it. Okay...I'm going to go to practice now.

Afternoon,

Entreri

Done!

I finally finished reorganizing/redecorating my room. So I have a desk now..... pretty much. I've wanted a desk for a long time, and now I have one. I was supposed to go to the rifle range today, but when my dad came in to wake me up, I was like fuck this I'm tired. I'm going back to bed. So I slept till about 12 again. I didn't really have much to do because the computers were acting up so I went down and was looking for a movie to watch. Getting to the very end of the list I came to The Omen. Ahahahaha I heard that movie was awful. I don't think it was awful... I just don't think it was very good. At all. It managed to creep me out a little. A little. The end made me laugh actually, I think it was supposed to chill you though. Right after that finished Underworld II came on. I love those movies...except for the freaking gore. I understand where the blood comes from. I mean they're vampires...but it's a little too much for me.

Right now I'm actually watching the Nightmare Before Christmas. I rarely watch TV...but I've been lucky recently. I actually haven't played much guitar since I ordered the pick ups. Those strat ones are so weak it annoys me, and I put new strings on my PRS which means it'll be like a week before it sounds good again. But I am planning on recording an acoustic song I've had in my mind since camp. I wish I could bloody sing. That would be so useful. Anyway, time to go record.

Hey, Come Back

So I stopped posting at camp. Sorry, but now I'm posting again, so all of you can come back. Anyway....this has been a weird day. I woke up at 1:50. I've never done that...ever except, apparently when I was 6 and I slept 36 hours straight. Well anyway, I've felt like shit all day. Well more like 3rd grade dog food left out on a hot summer day. Other than that I really haven't done anything today, except learn a bunch of Nipe's songs. Shit...it's already 8 o' clock. I feel like I just woke up, well I did, but that's not the point.

There was a really nice thunderstorm today though. The dog was flipping out, but we finally got her to go away. The thunder was crashing, and the rain was slashing the windows. Mmm I love thunderstorms. I didn't manage to get a run in though. Whoops.

I'm going to go eat lunch though.

First Game of The Season

How come our first game of the season is the Friday before school starts...that's really annoying. We won anyway, and it was a glorious game, but I never do seem to get excited. I don't think that's a bad thing, but I specifically remember Kevin yelling at all the "emo" kids in the back to cheer and have a "fucking great time." I like how he looked right at me. -By the way, this is going to be a sporadic post.- No one recognized me at the football game. Probably because I was wearing a hat, jeans and a tight shirt. I've never worn that around school people before.

I got new guitar strings today, and a new pair of jeans. I don't really like jeans, but I felt like I wanted some, and they're pretty nice... I like them, but they're really tight. Then again, that's how jeans kind of are. I hate JMU traffic. Those people seriously can't drive at all, and they're all reckless. Thank god I have good reflexes though. Only a little over a month until I can drive now. Yay! That will be so useful.

I have so much crap under my finger nails, it's driving me up a wall. But I need them long for finger picking. I have to resist the urge every so often to rip them off.

It's Been A Day

My lesson was pretty good as usual. I learned quite a bit about my amp, and guitars, and more about soloing. XC was absolutely awful. I got heat exhaustion again, or maybe just dehydration. Anyway... I just ordered my self a new set of pickups, I'm pretty excited.

They're All Gone Now. All Gone.

It was really hard to say goodbye tonight. I hung out with Rachel and Sean for most of the night, and we ran around trying to find food and ice cream, and cursing all the restaurants that were closed. I felt so great to be out with them. And it really clicked right when Sean pulled up to my house. They're leaving tomorrow. The last of the people that befriended little freshman me when I had no idea what I was doing. My big sister.... Sean, Rachel, Camila, Alex, William, Patrick, Annie, Beth, Isa. Yeah, some of them are still in the area, but they feel gone. Just...these people....they're my best friends, and now they're all going away. I can't even put this into words, I'm stammering to find the words. It's just that warm....but cold feeling. But definitely very warm. I have all those memories now. Especially tonight. Tonight was great guys, thank you.


I feel like when you look out at night, and it's snowing, all sideways. And there's a quickly disapearing path of foot prints in the snow, and the sky is that glorious purple grey black color. And you're sitting there...drinking your hot drink -cider for me, nice hot spiced cider-curled up in a warm blanket. And if you're me, you probably just finished talking to Alex, because she makes you feel like this. It's really cold...but you have every reason to feel warm.

Well

No matter how much I love rain, it annoyed me a little today. For that fraction of a second after THOR went off I thought "fucking rain." And then immediately apologized and ran out to play in it. We missed Nippleball because THOR is stupid, but we got off with only a 30 minute run. I had a pretty boring day... I was up till 4 last night Talking -I'm going to keep that random capitalization for no reason- to Nat. I was informed that I have a nasty cracked tooth...and I'll need to get it repaired. Umm...holy shit it's 1:30. I should be in bed, but I'm not. I am kind of hungry though.... but I don't want to go downstairs. Grrr... time to go back to talking....more.

Second Day

Well, it took till the second day before I decided I wanted to quit.

But don't worry.

I'm not going to.

First Day

Today was the first day of practice I managed to haul myself to at 6 in the morning. Although I tried yesterday....but no one was there. This is the first time in about 5 years, that on the first day of practice I haven't wanted to quit outright. Of course I choose the day we have a workout as my first day. For a long while I was sticking with the lead pack. Bair, Goldie, Banks, And Dan, but when the actual workout started I dropped behind. What can I expect, they've all been at practice for almost 2 weeks now. Goldie and I went out and got slurpees at 7/11 right after practice, and sat in his car listening to Tenacious D and Queen and all manner of weird bands. Until a thuggish guy got out of his old car, with dread locks and bright red clothes, glared at us, and walked inside. That's when we decided it may be time to go.

Practice left me pretty tired, andI've tried taking a nap today but I can't seem to fall asleep. I had actually slipped out of consciousness when the bloody phone rang. With a curse I threw off my covers and went to answer it. It was the newstreak asking me what I did this summer. Still slightly dazed I responded. Went to camp. And she stammered for a second, then asked where, and proceeded to ask my questions. It was over in a flash, and I stood there with the phone buzzing in my ear. Grr... back to bed.

But I can't sleep.... so I'm sitting here. Listening to what Ben and I did yesterday. Not bad....


www.purevolume.com/zachben

Damn You Chris Johnston

Thanks to you, I can't stand standard tuning, because a whole step down sounds so much better. Damn you. Now I have to spend all of 10 seconds tuning my guitar down and up.

Home

Zach's home for good now!!!

Ben and I are probably gonna jam tomorrow. I'll put recordings up on a new purevolume. Probably purevolume.com/zach&ben

Home Again

It's been a while since I really cried... It was hard to leave all my friends today. Especially the few who I spent 7 weeks with. AJ, Mark, Maria, Jessy, Wes, Katie, Natasha, Anna. Gah. I was sobbing.
God I miss you all. I'd like you all to know I'm sitting here in my room crying. It's been about a year since I've done that.

Thank you, for everything.


Good night.

Grrrr

I'm so sorry I haven't blogged in a while. I've been rather busy locking my self in my dark room memorizing lines, and stressing, and banging my head into the wall, and gah. I'm really really stressed..... I'm doing acrobatics instead of music.....I sprained my wrist last week, and sprained/twisted my ankle last night.....But all in all, I'm still having a great time, surprisingly enough. But still.....grrr.

I think my wrist is going to break if I go through that damn routine one more time. Amalia wants me to write about her. So I'm writing about her. Moving on. I don't really know what to say. I'll be working on lines the rest of the day. And then we'll have a rehearsal till midnight tonight. Then I'll wake up and feel like shit in the morning, and we'll go to the blackfriars and work on the preshow....then I'll go get tea at coffee on the corner............ and I don't really know from there..... We have three...no four more rehearsals, which doens't leave a lot of room. I have the second biggest part next to Titus Andronicus and I got my part on friday, when everyone else got theirs monday. I've been working non-stop on my lines...and I just don't have them. I've gotten to the point where everything is memorized, but when I try and say something, I say a different line. During one rehearsal...I was supposed to be seducing someone, and they tried to leave, and instead of saying hold! I said Tarry sweet Beatrice.....wait wrong play.

I've gotten damn good at acoustic guitar, although I'm having trouble not play the 70's olympic white strat that's laying in my room. It's about time for lunch....but I don't really want to go....but I'm really fucking hungry. I think I'm going to relax today. You know what? I'm going to relax today dammit! I'll run lines right before rehearsal....but I'm gonna go read my fucking harry potter book. Although I'm not really supposed to be. Fuck that. I've been working sooo hard. I want to read and have fun. So my stomach just growled. Time to go to lunch.