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6/27/07 04:28 pm - jabberwocky16 - Remember this?

So I was cleaning out my dresser drawer today, and I found this:

Labor Day Song:

Oh, say can you see
That it's Woodlin's last day
And we're all very sad
That the summer is over
We remember the times
We annoyed the lifeguards
And we're very surprised
That we still have our memberships
And the school year looks long
This is our last Woodlin song
In a couple more hours
Then we all will be gone
Oh say does the white board still make me very mad
At the pool of the free
and the home
of the

ViVa Forever, kids.

4/27/07 04:20 pm - jabberwocky16 - Death of a Toad

This poem, the only good thing to come out of my 20th Century American Poets class, seems to be the kind of thing that would happen at Woodlin, and the kind of thing I would put in the community. Finally, someone who sympathizes with my Dead Animal Count every day of the summer.

                  THE DEATH OF A TOAD
By Richard Wilbur

A toad the power mower caught,
Chewed and clipped of a leg, with a hobbling hop has got
To the garden verge, and sanctuaried him
Under the cineraria leaves, in the shade
Of the ashen and heartshaped leaves, in a dim,
Low, and a final glade.

The rare original heartsbleed goes,
Spends in the earthen hide, in the folds and wizenings, flows
In the gutters of the banked and staring eyes. He lies
As still as if he would return to stone,
And soundlessly attending, dies
Toward some deep monotone,

Toward misted and ebullient seas
And cooling shores, toward lost Amphibia^Rs emperies.
Day dwindles, drowning and at length is gone
In the wide and antique eyes, which still appear
To watch, across the castrate lawn,
The haggard daylight steer.

3/7/07 02:10 pm - hhf3 - Woo Spring Break


Anyone going to be home next week (10-18 of March)?

3/2/07 08:32 am - brrrrrian_craig

Hey Kristin?

I love you.

8/22/06 11:46 pm - jabberwocky16 - I wont let it go down until we torch it ourselves.

Today was my last day of work at Woodlin, possibly forever. My mom is getting me an $11/hr "student assistant" (read: paid intern) job with one of the state's million and one offices. Probably.

12-7 is a long freaking shift. Is it horrible that I'm glad to be done working at Woodlin? It was nice while it lasted but over the last year i've really started to hate it. Working, of course, not being there and hanging out. I tend to think it's because it's been the hottest summer in five years. I hate being too hot. moving indoors will be a nice change. Maybe? maybe I'll hate it.

I get to try it out for a month first though-- when im home on winter break i'm going to be working there. So if it's horrible, i can always fall back on my job at woodlin, or start looking for another job altogether.

the real world is damn scary.

In other news, i'm convinced that The Fray wrote "Over My Head" about Woodlin this summer.

I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and its effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves

And everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

Everyone knows
She's on your mind
Everyone knows I'm in over my head
I'm in over my head
I'm in over...

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

6/26/06 09:44 pm - jabberwocky16 - Good luck, Bad luck.

bad luck: i set my alarm for 8:30... PM, instead of AM.
good luck: i'm not working the swim lessons this session, so the only thing that i missed was practice.

bad luck: i had no idea that i was working at 3:00 instead of 3:30.
good luck: i got there at 3:15, and it was still pouring so that neither bill nor joanne had been in the bungalow at any point to notice that i wasn't there. Erica was working till 3, but she left early, which means that even if i'd been on time, she wouldn't have seen me. SO the only people that knew i was retardedly late were like... lindsay, tiff, stef, and chelsea-- none of whom cared. that's not good luck-- that's a miracle.

good luck: it rained like a mofo today.
bad luck: the second it hit 3:30, it cleared up.

good luck: even the buzashes went home.
bad luck: there was a pool party. for rec soccer boys between the ages of like 13 and 15.

bad luck: the pool party was the party from HELL. HELL!! John came over to me after he was done siwmming laps, and said "They don't help the stereotypes for my gender at all. they're VIKINGS! they rowed up in a big ship-- it's anchored up there, i'm parked right next to it. if people start getting sick, we'll know they spread the scurvy." that cracked me up, and made it easier to deal with their shit... i mean... they're vikings, they can't help it.
good luck: the vikings set sail for iceland at 7:30. we were outta there by 7:40, and i was home extra early.

so yeah. that was my day. with Leif Ericsson.

6/3/06 10:05 am - jabberwocky16 - 57 degress and pouring

I got up this morning and was really excited when I saw it pouring, because I was opening today.

10 minutes before I leave for work, Bill calls.

"You switched for the wrong day," he says.

He decided not to open the pool this morning.

*waves goodbye to her paycheck*

5/30/06 12:22 pm - jabberwocky16 - A Tour? and some Spiders.

Memorial Day was so crowded, I nearly died.

Bill had me give a tour to two people who were thinking of joining... HOW do you give a TOUR of Woodlin? Everything there is to see can be seen from the upper deck. It was so awkward, and I feel like I messed it up really badly. They asked a bunch of old-people questions, like, "Is it quiet here usually?" "Are there places to just sit and relax, or is it really crowded?" "Do kids play near the lap lanes?" I sorta lied and said that kids didn't really interfere with people swimming laps. Whatever. Bill woulda said the same thing... although that probably means it was the wrong thing to do.

I've never seen as many spiders as I did yesterday. There was one practically attacking me on the chair-- it was one of those jumping ones. Finally John came along and I made him take it away. He SAVED my LIFE. There was one on Holly's sunglasses while they were on her head. That made me jumpy all day.

I'm not working for two whole days. WHAT am I going to DO with myself?

5/26/06 06:23 pm - brrrrrian_craig


5/26/06 06:15 pm - hhf3 - Everything means nothing if I ain't got you!!

So who else is excited that WOODLIN opens TOMORROW???? :-D

p.s. new soda machine in the snack bar :-P
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