Several Things

The past two days have been, shall we say, busy...
Friday: School was fine; I finished up one chem lab after school and then started to do another one before I had to go...when I got home, a little after 5, it was baseball time!

The first game was the (quite buggy) Yankees-Indians game at Jacobs Field. The Indians did not seem to be able to hit a baseball with anyone on base all night, but they tied the game at one on a wild pitch that scored a run in the bottom of the eighth. In the bottom of the eleventh, with the bases loaded, Hafner ripped a single up the middle to score a run, giving the Tribe a 2-1 win and 2-0 series lead; Game 3 is in the Bronx at 6:30 tonight.

The second game, which overlapped the first by about twenty minutes, was Angels-Red Sox at Fenway. The Sox took a 2-0 lead in the first inning, but gave up three in the second; that's where the game stood until a sac fly by Mike Lowell tied the game at 3-all in the sixth. Although without the greatest of ease at times, the Sox bullpen held the Angels without a hit or run for the last thirteen outs of the game. In the bottom of the ninth, though, Julio Lugo led off with a single to left, and he got to second on a groundout by Dustin Pedroia. After Kevin Youkilis struck out, David Ortiz was intentionally walked, bringing Manny Ramirez to the plate with two on and two out. After a first-pitch ball, Ramirez sent a belt-high fastball soaring into the early Boston morning, giving the Sox a 6-3 win and a 2-0 series lead as the two teams travel to L.A. for Game 3 this afternoon.

Saturday Just when I thought it couldn't get any busier...I got to school a bit after 9 for homecoming float-building and the parade; Sarah and I held a "flying carpet" (or chuppa or chair, depending on whom you ask) for a couple hours. And we won! We beat the Germans for the first time in four years!! We were soooo happy (and still are...)
Then Katie, Mr. White and I ran the bake sale (with a little help from Anu) for the first three quarters of the football game. We made ~$150, but it was so...bloody...hot...and we didn't even have to wear band uniforms...
Then...well, bonum est saltare cum puella quam amo. 'nuff said.

Today's gonna be lots-and-lots of work. Greek stuff, Shakerite emails, macroecon notes, no math, English reading and a writing assignment, no Latin, and some chem stuff...oh, plus the Browns, Red Sox, and Indians...

short week coming up, since there's no school Friday. *party*

-fin-

...since I last posted, so highlights only.

School: err, not much. I got the only A on the chem test despite not having been there waaaaaaay too often...
Greek is pretty good, and it's a lot of fun, even if it is insane.
Shakerite's not too bad...
Econ is good, but it's been tough with the amount of school I've missed. I think/hope I did pretty well on the test.
Math has also been good, especially since I more or less like the stuff we're doing. (yay trig!)
English...Springstubb has grown on me, that's for absolute sure.
Latin...we're done with the Lesbia poems! Yeyeyeyeyeyey! I love Catullus 11 though...it's *so* vicious. I think in order from my most to least favorite, the AP authors are: 1) Ovid; 2) Cicero; 3)Vergil/Catullus tied; 5) Horace.
Chem...yeah, like I said, I got a 93 on a test everyone else...shall we say, did not do well on. I'm liking it a lot, even though it's a lot of work.

Golf...Sawmill Creek was fun, I shot 88. It's a nice course and a nice tournament, even if it is forever away.
LELs was a disaster, I shot 103 at Fowler's Mill. We only had four guys, so we shot 401, which is...less than ideal.
Sectionals didn't go too badly, I shot 98. Julian made it out with a 79, I'm happy about that. And I'm talking in these very bizarrely constructed sentences...

Yay for certamen!

The Browns played well against Baltimore...my mood about them is a bit different from my last post...

Five months...wow...

Oh, and go Sox, go Indians, and... go Cubs, I guess.

-fin-

How I'm doing: happy

Xaipete, folks...

OK, so apparently I updated on...Saturday? Oh, really incredibly early Saturday. So now I'm obligated under the terms of my contract to bore you with the past six days.

Saturday: Didn't do much in the morning, then went to play golf in the afternoon; I didn't play too well. Came home, watched the Sox destroy the Yankees 10-1, and then didn't do a whole lot for the rest of Saturday. I'd been kinda sick, so...

Sunday: Woof! Woof! Woof! Go Browns! Yikes, that game was scary and amazing at the same time. But...hey, 51 is more than 45 (=P), and a win is a win.

Monday: Went to school 0-9, then left for Astorhurst to play Garfield Heights. I hate Astorhurst with a burning passion and I played like crap; I shot 62...and we lost, 179-193. This was actually not too bad a night; I stayed up too late chatting with a couple people, and therefore didn't get much done...

Tuesday: This was the first of the two godawful days. Went to school 0-2, orthodontist 3-7 (but a good sandwich from Au Bon Pain after the appointment), school 8-9, then left for golf...kinda. Actually, we didn't leave until 3, which meant we didn't get out to Briardale until 4, which in turn meant that we didn't tee off until 4:30, which meant that we didn't leave to come back to Shaker until quarter past seven, nor get home until 8...at which point both my parents were at open house, so I didn't get home until 9. (Wow, that was ramble-y.)
I shot 49 at Briardale, which is a quite lovely golf course, and we defeated Euclid 183-186, which was nice. But I had tons of crap to do, and I didn't go to sleep until...oh, that's right, half past one. Gaaaack...

Wednesday: The second of the two bad days. School was mostly OK (I was there for everything save AP Chem), then we left for Fowler's Mill. That is a really, really, really nice course; I'm kinda excited to play it next Thursday and the following Monday. OK, very excited. =P. Shot 50; 8-6-4-5-5-6-4-6-6. But I took 21 putts...I struck the ball solidly most of the day, but couldn't sink anything...We finished fourth out of the four teams; Mentor shot 160 to win, Solon 168, Geneva 186, and us at 190...ugh. Didn't get home til late again, felt like crap, had a couple...interesting chats, but mostly got stuff done and then went to bed around one.

Today: This was, thank the heavens, a very good day. School was good, if a bit tiring, and then I went for a nice walk in Southerly Park right after school; it's really nice out. No golf, fortunately; I love the game, but three matches in three days is a bit tough, especially without much sleep. Now I'm gonna try to get a bunch of stuff done and hopefully go to sleep in a few hours; heaven knows I need it...

Wow, this went on for a while. Yikes. Anyway...hope you enjoyed the updates on my dull-as-dirt life...oh, I forgot to write this where it goes, but I have braces no longer!! Yeyeyeyeyey!

Remaining golf schedule:
9/24 Edison Invitational @ Sawmill Creek
9/27 LEL tournament @ Fowler's Mill
10/1 Sectionals @ Fowler's Mill

Je t'aime, sciura.

-fin-

Ugh...Wow.

Anyway...

Wednesday-- school wasn't bad; the Greek/Latin quizzes were both easy. Then we went to the golf match...*gemit*
Valley Forge 187: 45-45-47-50-52(drop)-53(drop)
Southview 196: 45-48-49-54 (something's up with that math...) drop a 57 and 56
Shaker 199: 41-46(me)-55-57-61(drop)

Ugh. That's a pathetic loss; pair of losses, actually. We're 5-6, 2-2 in the LEL Lake. I think we have Garfield @ Astorhurst on Monday, Euclid @ Briardale on Tuesday, and Mentor/Geneva/Solon @ Fowler's Mill on Wednesday. We'll prolly beat Euclid, and GH should be close; I don't think we'll beat any of the teams on the Wednesday, because they're all really tough.

4 hour chats are fun. :)

Thursday was Rosh Hashanah; being the good Jew that I am, I managed not to go to temple at all. ......yeah.

Friday (yesterday, now, I guess) was a mostly miserable day. I was and still am sick; really stuffy, no energy, yeah. The day was mostly fine; I got a lot done in Shakerite, and my other classes were fine. Oh, and lunch was nice.
But...oh my god...that Red Sox game was the most painful baseball game I've ever endured. We were up 7-2 after 7 innings, and promptly collapsed like the straw house in the story of the three little pigs. 6 bad-word runs in the 8th, and no ability to score even with a baserunner in the 8th and 9th...the decision to send Ortiz home in the 3rd or 4th was, in retrospect, the killer...gaack.
Oh, and Shaker apparently got slaughtered as well. Lovely...

I'm actually feeling a bit better...thank god for squirrels...