What a sad song...

swimmerguy's picture

So anyway, it's late and I'm tired, so I'll hold off the philosophizing tonight.

Uh, I got yelled at today by the high school swim coach because I can't go to a swim meet on MLK weekend, because my family made reservations in October to go skiing at Whistler. And because I missed 5:30 AM practice yesterday.
Yeah. Fucking A. I have practice at fucking 7 AM tomorrow. On a fucking Saturday. Not a fun day.
I've wondered about not doing swimming next year, but I flip flop about it all the time, because it's a lot of work, and the coach is really asstight, and it's not my favorite thing in the world to do, to get up at the asscrack of dawn to go jump into cold water and swim my guys out, seriously, coffee is the only thing that makes that bearable. But then, I do enjoy the guys on the team, and it really helps keep me in great physical shape, and there is something to it, after a deathly workout, having coffee and donuts on the pool deck, with nothing ahead in the day but whatever I want.
It's satisfying. In ways.
So I'm just wondering if I could independently do that, do I need a team to keep my ass whipped into doing it? I dunno. Maybe we'll see when this season's over and I'll probably be independent, not on a team, for a while...

Oh, and about CAG. So, recently, not much has been happening. I ain't gotten my hug. I'll have to get to that.
But anyway, it's really, eh, really, awkward, cause in class I sometimes glance in his direction and he's looking at me, and we get really brief, awkward moments of eye contact :P
And then today, we were talking in the halls for a bit, walking next to each other, and he was walking really close to me, like bump into my side and leg all the time close. So yeah, pretty cool :P


elph's picture


I listened (mine, in vain?)... and it is inconsolably sad.. but also a very beautiful work.

An interesting aside on Beethoven: A statistical count of the number of upper register notes appearing in his works shows a steady decline that almost-eerily follows his progressive loss of hearing (high notes being the first to go).

But... when his deafness became total... the higher notes re-appeared! He now "heard" them as his mind "knew" they should be heard... This, of course, must remain supposition...

socialist's picture


Lucky. When I look at Brad, he's never looking at me. He's either reading or talking with people.

Lehcure's picture

Is seems like there are more

Is seems like there are more pros than cons to being on the swimteam..
Aww, awkward moments of eye contact are the best. Does he blush when you meet his glances? :P kidding

ferrets's picture


my personal favorite is symphony number 7 in A major.

as for cag, when are you gonna take that boy on a date? ;D

"A loving man and woman in a committed relationship can marry. Dogs, no matter what their relationship, are not allowed to marry. How should society treat gays and lesbians in committed relationships? As dogs or as humans?"

elph's picture


Mine too... particularly during my student years at university. It's been a long time since I last listened to it on CD. As I recall, it's quite militaristic.