So, the basketball season started last Tuesday. I live for Duke basetball. Even as a 4 year old living in Charlottesville with two UVA grads for parents, I cheered for Duke. Even living in DC, where no one gave a lick about college sports, I proudly wore my Cheeroke Parks jersey. Duke basketball is officially the thing that I will miss most when I go to college, especially leaving ACC country and all. It's more than just the basketball though. Don't get me wrong--I'm all about the basketball. But everything that goes along with Duke basketball is just...magical. I know that sounds retarded, but if you've ever experienced a game in Cameron Indoor, you know what I'm talking about. The students, the band, the sweat, the smell, the paint, the floor, crazy towel guy, etc. It's sacred. All of it.
I guess this is where I stop and confess that the majority of my love goes to the women's team. I do love the men's team with all my heart, but I love the women's team more. There's just something about "my girls". Yes, I do regularly refer to them as that. Perhaps it's the women's basketball community...or maybe it's the friendships I've had with some of the players over the years...or maybe it's just that I've had the ability to watch so many of their games. I've now seen them play every ACC team (and I've seen several of them several times), first round of ACC tournament, ACC tournament finals, and every round of the NCAA tournament but the championships, though I would have been able to see them this past year if they'd won in the semis. There's a very real chance that I'll get to see them in the Final Four again this year and a slight chance I'll head up to see the UConn game (at UConn).
And...I'm just rambling. So that is all. For now.
- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 6:23 PM

Wednesday, November 05, 2003

 

I hate college applications. With the fire of a thousand suns. I mean, honestly, Rhodes, Furman and Oxford are all gonna accept me anyway...can't they just say "Hey, we want you!" without my having to do all this stupid crap? And William and Mary's just gonna laugh at my application as they toss it in the trash, so what's the point?
The funny thing is though (there's always a funny thing, isn't there?), most everyone I know has gotten so discouraged from apps. Especially when it come to extracurriculars. They feel like they haven't been involved in anything, haven't achieved anything. But I've felt the exact opposite. Ok, so maybe I've only won one award, for French, in my 4 years of high school. But I'm just now realizing how much I've done. It's crazy! Four years of youth group, 4 years leading worship (that's only sort of a fib!), 4 years of math club, 4 math competitions, 3 years of church nursery, 2 years of track, 2 of diving, 2 of victory club (1 of which I was secretary), 1 of French club, 1 of Student Ambassadors, 2 part-time jobs and that little thing called Governor's School. It's almost enough to make me think I'm gonna miss it.
Almost.

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 9:15 PM

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

 

Questions...

1) Did you vote today?
2) Do you have siblings? Names and ages?
3) Which do you prefer, daylight savings or not?
4) Do you prefer Coke or Pepsi?
5) What was the best part of your day today?

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 5:43 PM

 

This is why I love Gary Hawkins:

Rules for girls to live by
1) Shave your arm pits
2) If you dont shave, dont wear a tank top
3) If you do choose to wear a tanktop and not shave, do not stand up in front of me on the P2P bus and stick your pits in my eye

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 5:38 PM

Monday, November 03, 2003

 

Don't you love it when you open up one of your older Bibles and find your two lost Les Mis tickets from last February? Yeah, I do too.

As most of y'all have probably figured out, there's been a lot going on the past couple weeks. A LOT. I've been incredibly fustrated and confuddled (wow...that's such a Ms. Maynor word) by a lot of things. My self imposed November 7 college appliaction deadline isn't helping. Neither is diving...not even just the thought of it. I've been in serious need of a mental health weekend, as Kari calls them. And I thought that was what this past weekend would be. But I was mistaken. Don't get me wrong, I had an absolutely wonderful time. I'll definitely share fun pictures when Sarah sends them to me. But as far as all the issues I've been dealing with, this weekend didn't help. Actually, it made them worse. Not to mention that we didn't marry me off this weekend, like we'd hoped (ummm, yes, that was a joke).
So basically, I'm on the edge of an absolute psychological meltdown. I've been here for several weeks. I just know that it'll happen by Christmas. I know that diving will be the catalyst. And what's sad is, despite my knowing what diving will do to me, I still refuse to give it up.

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 2:56 PM