| Lizzie is sucktastic at Track |
[February 23rd, 2008 @ 4pm] |
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First meet today. Scratched at both long jump attempts, failed miserably at 100, destroyed my team's chances at the 4x4. none of them were my fault except the 100, where I wasn't sprinting right. By rights, the only relay I should be running is the 4x1, but I got stuck with the 4x4 because a certain runner was whining about shin splints. And then she got third in the 300! I'm sorry, but that's just plain annoying. Anyway, it was extremely frustrating, mostly because I'm used to winning and secondly because I felt totally unprepared. Thirdly, meets are so disorganized! I like volleyball tournaments. we warm up as a team, play, then stop or play again. There's none of this weird you have to stay around and freeze your butt off but then warm but don't warm up stuff.
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| Volleyball players get cranky fast |
[February 10th, 2008 @ 10pm] |
What is it about volleyball players that require the vast majority of them to be total crazies and madly angry almost all of the time. Perhaps it's that fatal mixture of sleep deprivation, aggresive coaches, and the constant pressure of keeping up with your "frenemies". Or maybe it's just because Gatorade tastes so bad.
Now, in any given volleyball situation, I try to be the ideal teammate. I work hard, play hard, don't talk much outside the court, listen to everyone's complaints, and keep them all to myself with a big smile on my face. you would be amazed at the kind of stuff I have to deal with though. One of my favorite players on the team has been getting pounded on by our coach lately, and is thusly pouring all her excess aggression onto angry complaints about our certain teammates (who are admittedly pretty bad), but remains sweet as can be to their faces. At the same time, she is hyper stressed out because, like any average player, some of her volleyball playing friends are scoping out our team. when you don't feel comfortable with your team, like we don't, but have to maintain a cheery facade. The only players I've ever found who are immune this weird mix of hate and polite friendliness are giant middle blockers. I don't know why. My two guesses are that 1. Middles are often picked only for their height, and don't really get the culture or game, or 2. The blood just takes too long to get to their heads for them to successfully comprehend the social anomaly that is volleyball friends. now don't you wish you were some oblivious giant?
Back to what I was saying, despite my hard work and good attitude, my coach has decided to make me and one of my friends his only ragging targets. while he lets everyone else just speak their minds and go about their lives with minimal criticism, me and my teammate get fragged with often random comments (after we played a good round) about how we couldn't break down or how did we really think it was a team game now? We don't get it, so it only really makes it worse for me. As you may have guessed, I'm the one who breaks down, but yelling at me not to just convinces me I'm more useless. I hate this team!
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| Lunch is apparently team time |
[October 2nd, 2007 @ 8pm] |
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So, the ugly beast that is L***i* corrupted with power has reared her ugly head again. This time, in the naem of "team unity". To understand this, you have to understand one of the messed up ways our coaches think we should prep for games. Our games always start at 4:30, but from 3:15 to that time, we aren't allowed to talk to anyone else, sit around anyone else, pepper with a partner when the whole team isn't doing so, or even go to the bathroom without the entire team. Yeah, do you know how much that sucks?
Now, L***i* has decided that agonizing hour and 15 minutes, more on fridays, isn't enough time for us to really connect as a team. Today, she decided we all have to sit together at lunch on game days. I asked why(I don't know about you, but I really prefer siting with my friends, who include me, respect me, and will actually engage in interesting conversation, than a bunch of girls who exclude me, bore me, and generally act as if I don't exist.). L***i* decided this was implying that I "hate this team"(her exact words. Now, I don't know about you, but I don't like hanging out with people who are mean. It's not very enjoyable. I tried to defend myself, but she wouldn't hear it. So, I've decided I'm going to either get sick on Friday (our next game) or dragoon LJ into sitting with me with my friends.
Also, the one whose name begins with J** and ends with P******* is insufferable.
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| This entry would include a lot of swear words, but i think I'd be kicked out for using them |
[September 21st, 2007 @ 9pm] |
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FRICKIN" B**(a certain coach)!!! I hate him.
Okay, so, in May, varsity tryouts happened. It was fine and great, but five of these varsity players moved away suddenly afterwards, leaving the varsity with only 9 or 10 players. So, B** moves up one of the veteran JV setters. Now, I'm fine with that, because she's great and deserved it. However, the first game of the season, one of varsity's key outside hitters falls 12 points in and tears her MCL, and also gains a possible ACL or meniscus tear. For those of you that aren't knowledgeable of sports injuries, anyone of these could sit a player out for a long time. A tear of both the ACL and MCL must be solved with surgery. After this, varsity is in desperate need of a replacement outside hitter. fortunately, the injured one has a younger carbon copy sister on JV. One thing you need to know about the situation before I rant more is that Varsity has an excess of middles. They have one 6'01 middle, one 5'11 middle, and talented but shorter middle, all of whom are in perfect health. However, for some f*****up reason, B** decides to tryout Jal, a middle, as well as little miss carbon copy. Jal is JV's best middle. She's a good and consistent blocker, and because we have a weak back row, we desperately need her in order to avoid total destruction by a strong hitter. Yet, B** decides to take her from us for no apparent reason.I'm fine with him taking carbon copy, she is a carbon copy, and she's such an insufferable know-it-all b**** that I could really bear her loss well. Now, I'm stuck with a completely useless blob who's never played volleyball before (she manages to get in absolutely everyone's way, the girl managed to push me face forward into the net as I was falling during a badly-balanced set, an opposite who almost never gets a block, and one fairly decent middle. I practically burst into tears when I heard this. I took all I had not to walk up, slap that man, and tell what I thought of him. This is a pretty big deal, because, though I rant a lot on this journal, I have pretty good self-control when it comes to volleyball people. Most of my teams view me as the polite, kinda weird, quiet player. In fact, I can use that feeling of anger and slightedness to my advantage. Thinking of how best to tell my new fellow setter that even though she's sure that she's the bee's knee's, the rest of us don't think so gives me a strength and concentration. I play best when I'm only half-thinking, so if I get worked up about something, I play well (though I tend to be early). But this just made me crazy. The worst thing is, I can already tell B** doesn't want me on varsity. I know that I'm one of the most talented opposites on the squad, even though I'm short. i have a strong block, a hard left hit (which gets around the block), solid setting and serving, and I'm an okay passer. But, B** just adores his new freshman setters, and M. is his favorite person on the squad. I can kick her a** as an opposite, but he just loves her, so I'm screwed.
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| Guess what, you have a Tournament tommorow! |
[September 8th, 2007 @ 10pm] |
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so, last night, just a few hours after I posted the entry about the freak, I got a call from E**** telling me that we had a tournament at 7:15 today! Gaack! Mind, this was before we had our jerseys, or even our rotation nailed down. However, it was kind of a fun tournament. We were 2-3, which is not bad. I played absolutely every game (which is super exhausting). I swear to God, it felt like someone replaced my serving arm. Usually, I can serve deep and soft or short and precise. Today however,all my serves were these crazy hard deep balls. It was probably because I was jackknifing a little, but it was awesome. MVP moment: My killer solo block against W*******. It was rocking!
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| Another episode of Random 20somethings harass Lizzie |
[September 7th, 2007 @ 8pm] |
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First, On a different note, everyone should listen to Ella y El. It's so cute! And how many times do you get a song about a marxist prostitute falling in love with a Republican that has non PC phrases?
Okay, back to regular programming. So, as I was walking back from school today, Some guy starts heying me. I look back to see what he wanted, and the following conversation occurred.
Guy: Hey, are you from __ (my high school)? [i'm really starting to hate this uniform, everyone can id us]
Me: Yeah...
Guy: do you know a senior, ummm. she's really tall.. she's 17... oh, I forgot her name.
Me: okay...
Guy: what grade are you? Are you a senior?
Me: I'm a sophomore.
Guy: oh.. how old are you?
Me: [I was kinda worried about answering this one] uhh... 15.
guy: You're really young, I'm already twenty. [no duh I'm young, I'm a sophomore you dummy]
me: yeah...
guy: so a lot of the girls there don't have boyfriends huh?
me: well, a lot of them know guys from bell and stuff.
guy: do you have/had a boyfriend?
me: [I thought this would get him off my back, so I lied] Yeah... *tried to walk faster*
guy: You're really pretty, I bet a lot of guys tell you that huh?
me: ummm...
At this point I crossed a street and he didn't, so the conversation ended, THANK GOD!
Now, I've had dealings with crazy hobos before, and you all remember the girl who attempted to recruit me as a Abercrombie salesgirl. However, this was a bit creepy. Fortunately, practice means I won't have to walk until December. I can't decide if the boyfriend question was directed at me, or if he was using me as some kind of resource so he could flirt with the senior he mentioned. Opinions please.
quote of the day:
1. If Jesus was the original hippie, john the baptist was the original homeless person.
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| Lizzie is a happy (though exhausted) volleyball player |
[August 2nd, 2007 @ 10pm] |
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I got on JV!!! YAY!! Lizzie is now happy. However, LJ did too. I'm sorry, but I am so sick of crappy tall chicks. Sure they get okay by the end of the season, but during the beginning they are hopeless! Ah well, at least we have M**** and Jall (K****'s nickname,not mine), who are fairly experienced. More awesome is the fact that we got R***. she's this awesome frosh DS, who we really need.
But I GOT ON JV!!! YAY!!
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| Date Dyslexic |
[July 31st, 2007 @ 9pm] |
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my coach is date dyslexic. So today was supposed to be the first day of school tryouts,and I was freaking out. However, the website stated thhe first day of tryouts was tuesday, August 1st, so he can't actually make any cuts, and today was an "observed open gym". Because of that, I wasted my flashiest bright color t-shirt and a panic attack on nothing! Plus, my hitting was really sucky because the didn't have us do 5s.
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| my little height rant |
[July 26th, 2007 @ 10pm] |
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How do you become a libero if you're 6'0? I mean, you would be completely unable to jump when you hit, because a libero's hand can't cross the plane of he net. Second, I don't know any school on the planet who wouldn't recruit a 6 footer to play front row, even if they've got a taller or better middle. Yet we find this....
2007 U.S. Women’s Junior National Team Roster
Cassidy Lichtman
Libero/OH
6-1
Poway, Calif.
2007
San Diego VBC
Southern California
Tara Mueller
Libero/OH
6-0
Scottsdale, Ariz.
2007
Club Red
Arizona
It's not enough that they glide onto every team with ease to be a position that doesn't really have to do much, they have to steal hardworking short people spots too? For god's sake, I was expecting at least the libero to be below 6 feet. I mean, she's a freakin' libero!
However, props to junior nationals for beating china.
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| The Beginning of Vacation |
[July 26th, 2007 @ 9pm] |
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I'm so excited! There's only one more conditioning left. YAY!
Of course, we still have to condition throughout the season, so the summer wasn't wasted for nothing.. and the end of summer conditioning signals the beginning of tryouts (quite possibly the most nerve-wracking point in any high school player's career)... and i still spent my summer being ocd about getting to conditioning on time... and the last one is still a saturday... But it's over!
Good news, season conditioning only lasts 1/2 an hour, instead of a full hour. Bad news, I will probably be writing a zillion entries over the next few days because I'm worried about tryouts.
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| Apparently Wisconsonians aren't afraid of no coast |
[July 21st, 2007 @ 8pm] |
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I just got back from the family cabin. A recounting of the week.
Saturday
4-hour plane ride (I tried to sleep through it, but Mary kept waking me up to ask how much longer it was). Plus, we had to drive from Chicago to Oshkosh, which is incredibly boring. However, we got to eat at Butterburger's! Hooray for deep-fried cheese curds! They're stupid, delicious, and distinctly Wisconsonian!
Sunday
Spent the day with cousins. Although hero worship is nice, it gets a tad boring. but I got to tease them about how they say pop instead of soda, which is always fun and very confusing to them.
Monday
Ate at Ardy and Ed's, home of the perfect root beer float.
Tuesday
Bored again. Did get to drive the boat though![It doesn't go faster than 20 mph on the best of days].
Wednesday
Had sundaes at Leon's. If that sounds stupid to you, remember that Leon's sundaes have merited mentions in Gourmet and Bon Appetit, not to mention a Presidential visit (Clinton[pre-scandal], and he had boring vanilla).
Thursday
Started vb camp at UWOSH (University of Wisconsin Oshkosh). They're only division 3, but they've won their division's conference title for seven years straight. Wisconsonians are so cute! Anyway, this camp attracts people from all over the midwest, and they were all shocked to find a Californian in their midst. Anyway, this one guy had a shirt on that had a picture of the Midwest conference, which said "We ain't afraid of no coast". I had to laugh. They have the cutest accents. Their As and Os sound so Canadian I thought the first to I met were from there.
Friday
More volleyball. I had to play middle back for the quads tournament. It sucked, but most of them were such bad servers even I could manage it. However, we had quite the worst setter in the world , so I couldn't get any good hits. However, the coaches were practically cooing over my hitting and serving.
9-12:01 Friday
Super cute Harry Party on Main street (read more on Ane the panther comments)
Saturday
Parents withhold HP and deathly hallows until plane ride. I finish in four hours. The ending is sickeningly saccharine.
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| Reno, ArtTown, and the Sightings of the Simmons kind. |
[July 8th, 2007 @ 8pm] |
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Sorry I haven't been around, I just came back from Festival, one of the largest and most awesome volleyball tournaments in the world. For 22 years, Festival has been held in the not-so-fabulous city of Reno. However, I had the best week ever while staying there.Allow me to explain:
Saturday;
Me and the mother pay a visit to my sister and my old camp friend at mentioned camp. I have total fun with Casey (camp friend) who has moved to a cowtown in the middle of nowhere and intends to apprentice to a tattoo artist next year. To get from there to Reno, we have to go through a terrifying canyon where the road literally ends in a cliff face (with almost no railings) and sends hundreds of people to their death each year. Fun, huh?
Sunday;
Pay a visit to the Art museum of Reno, cute but boring and welcome the rest of team. Sunday night is the beginning of ArtTown, this really cool art festival hosted by the city of Reno. Because we have nothing else to do, me and the mother (the rest of my team are art philistines) go to opening night. IT IS AWESOME!!!! We meet and run through Reno with MarchFourth, MY NEW FAVORITE BAND EVER.(look at their page http://www.myspace.com/marchfourthmarchingband) We also see this cool aerial performance called Strange Fruit.
Monday;
My team begins play. We lose our awesome 32nd spot to BCVC because of the stupid ref.then we drop down to fifty. Not much else.
Tuesday;
We hold our spot, but don't really do much.
Wednesday;
First, a little explaining. A&E has this show, Gene Simmons Family Jewels, which follows the life of Gene Simmons, his common-law wife Shannon Tweed, and their two kids, Nick and Sophie.
WE PLAYED SOPHIE TWEED SIMMONS!!!
Her mom, Shannon was there too. It was soooo cool. Me and one of my other family jewels watching friends had this total stalkerazzi freakout.
Thursday;
THe temperature rockets up to 107 and we don't have air conditioning. Day totally sucks!
Friday;
The Team day off. The whole club has a picnic and we all go tubing down the Truckee. I flip over three times (getting somewhat banged up in the process) and go too far, so me and a girl from one of the other teams hike back to the park carrying our tubes.
Saturday;
We win our sucky division and get cool little trophies, YAY! THen we go home. DOUBLE YAY!
All in all, an awesome week.
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| Do you need to go home? |
[June 8th, 2007 @ 6pm] |
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I can't decide if my coach is evil, stupid, or a particularly potent mix of the two. She's convinced (and has told me) that she thinks I hate volleyball and the only reason I'm playing is because my mother's making me. Now, how about you, loyal readers, tell me if you think I hate volleyball. She's also said I need some kind of revelation about volleyball, because I'm not passionate. Do you want to know the reason she thinks I'm not passionate? I get angry when we're losing and allow it show, instead of hopping around like a happy bipolar on uppers when WE'RE FREAKIN' LOSING!
However, the cherry on top really came at practice last Wednesday. I got pissed off because I wasn't doing well on a drill. I was sulking a little, which I think I should be allowed to do, when suddenly, Coach asks, " Lizzie, do you need to go home?" WTF? Who is she to ask me if I need to go home because I was mad that I didn't do well on a drill?! Thank God there's only a few more weeks left!
In other news, I'm out of school! YAY!
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| Why can't movies come up with their own stories? |
[January 23rd, 2007 @ 8pm] |
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I am furious! Hollywood is totally destroying a ton of my favorite books, and i don't like it. Why can't they come up with their own stories, why do they have to destroy fantastic works?
When I was a kid, my favorite book was Meet the Robinsons, which was this adorable kids story that was really just an excuse for the author to to come up with a bunch of really fun, zany characters. Now they're making into a movie! With a plot and everything! The enitre point of the book was to let the author come up with this cute idea of an insane 50s-style future family.
Next, they're trying to murder Blood and Chocolate. B&C is one of my favorite books! And apparently,the movie is going to be nothing like the book, and that bugs me. If they're going to make a movie out of it, why can't they keep it's plot and mood? Why do they have to make it all weird and messed up?
Alright, everyone who's going to around me until this passes ought to know, if any type of promo for either of these movies comes up, i'm going to scream and cover my face.
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| honors bound! |
[January 23rd, 2007 @ 1pm] |
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I just got the results from my geometry honors final! My final grade is a B+, just enough to stay in honors math, which means I can get in Chemistry Honors! Yay!!!!! So, that, plus english honors and spanish, which I'm still trying to work out (one thing says you need an A, but the other says you need an A-)makes FOUR honors classes next year!!!!!!
I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| first club tourney of the year! |
[January 15th, 2007 @ 5pm] |
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I'm so happy! I just came back from the first tournament of the year. Even though we didn't win, I had a good time, AND 1. the coaches seem to have given up and decided I'm the best opposite they've got, 2. i got played so much! 3. the team is FREAKIN' AWESOME!!!!
Anyways, I had to study because finals are next year, but it was still fun. Oh, and I nearly forgot! I got three solid blocks and a bunch of kills and aces.
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merry christmas to the world, et cetera.
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| A grinch worse than scrooge! |
[December 19th, 2006 @ 3am] |
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Alright, i know this sounds really weird, but I pretty much hate christmas vacation. Before you start screaming and trying to force various holiday ghosts at me, let me explain.
LIZZIE'S REASONS FOR HATING CHRISTMAS VACATION
1. Everyone leaves for Christmas vacation, so I can't hang out with my friends during my free time.
2. Christmas is apparently about family time, so I'm forced to hang out with my *shivers* family, which is no blessing.
3. My grandpa died around Christmas,(how inconvenient is that?) so my mom gets all depressed and transfers it to the rest of us.
4. My insane grandmother comes over for two freakin' WEEKS, and I can't have one minute of peace or joy.
5. Finals are after Christmas break this year, so I'm stressing, and I wish I had school to keep me from worrying/studying myself to an early grave.
6. My christmas this year can't compare to some of the old christmases I've had. I used to travel a lot around Christmas, because my mom had parties or business. In former christmases, my parents' gift to me has been a just me and my mom (who's awesome when it's just us in a faraway city)trip to; New York (can you say Metropolitan, Algonquin, and Manhattan?), Chicago ( The Drake, Art Institute, Museum of Natural History, and the Gold Coast, baby!), Washington D.C. (The Watergate, and the White House), England (ok, that was a family trip, but I was only one old enough to enjoy bike trips around the Oxford Countryside, London doubledeckers, and a classic english christmas), and possible, eventually cancelled, trips to England (by myself, to stay with grandparents) and Amsterdam.
7. I just haven't really wanted to participate in holidays this year. Halloween seemed dumb outside of school, easter's my birthday this year, thanksgiving was ok because my best guy friend, Ben came over, and we spent the almost the entire time in my room tickle-fighting, teasing, and chatting,and christmas has all the terrors I've just described. My favorite time of year so far has been fall. In fall, I have volleyball, so I got 2 hour practices everyday, conditioning, and attention (I was freshman team captain, Freshman MVP, and the JV wanted me to be on her team, but the varsity and freshman coaches made her give me up).I guess summer might be cool, I mean, I'm gonna have conditioning, volleyball camps all the time, and a possible fun summer school (Latin, I think)
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| Yet anoter entry about.. Guess what? Volleyball! |
[November 6th, 2006 @ 4am] |
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So, another weekend of tryouts is over. I got two and a half bids (for you non-volleyball folks, that means I got offered a spot on two teams and got wait-listed for a third), Which isn't so bad considering I only tried out for three teams. Also, I fail to see people's attraction to this one club. I mean, they're power, but they suck! They never get above Teal Division (which is third or fourth from the bottom) and are just about the worst team at Finals, FWNQ, Qualifiers, etc. (big tournaments), yet there were about a zillion girls there, most of which I recognized as coming from elite level clubs (clubs in Gold Division that usually send people to JOs and win whole tournaments). What the hell?
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