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So, today in the car Rachel and Mom were talking about Rachel's (terminal life-threatening horrific) stretch marks, and why she has them and I do not. It boils down to relative hormonal levels, etc--I started menstruating in fifth grade, when I was still very young, and females only have two to three years to keep growing after they start that fun business. Rachel started later, obviously, which caused the stretch marks, or something. Rachel asked why I started so early; Mom said that it was because I had hit a certain weight at a very young age.
I took my headphones completely off at this point.
WHAT THE FUCK I COULD HAVE BEEN TALLER?
Granted, Dad's the relative growth expert and he says the age-weight theory on mensuration is bullshit, but it's disheartening to think there is a chance I could have gained one or two inches if I hadn't been chubby at age 10. I dislike my height. I got genetically shorted, given that a good portion of my family is relatively tall. 5'4" is not bad, all things considered, but I want to be tall, goddamnit. I know I would never have been as tall as, say, Kaity or Adrienne, but even hitting 5'6" would be an improvement. 5'10" or taller would be ideal, but I can dream.
In other news, I worked on the rocket project with Sam and Fillman; pictures promised when I finally remember my camera. We have three prototypes we want to launch at West World tomorrow after school. Yes, we have a launcher because Filly and his Dad spent far too much of their weekend making one. I don't know whether to be in their debt or to whack Fillman silly for not spending that time doing something utterly unproductive, which is what weekends are for.
This weekend was very schoolish. And next weekend I'm going to Amarillo to help Mom with the Race for the Cure. Suck, but at least I'm getting stuff done.
Rachel wants to have a rave for her birthday. A proper rave. Given that she splits her birthday party with her best friend, and that friend's parents are CEOs of a national corperation, this might happen. Their last birthday party consisted of 80 (no I'm not kidding) of their closest friends, a lot of food, and a lot of noise. Since it's sweet 16 they might blow out all the stops. If I chaparone I'm promised at least a burger or something.
I took my headphones completely off at this point.
WHAT THE FUCK I COULD HAVE BEEN TALLER?
Granted, Dad's the relative growth expert and he says the age-weight theory on mensuration is bullshit, but it's disheartening to think there is a chance I could have gained one or two inches if I hadn't been chubby at age 10. I dislike my height. I got genetically shorted, given that a good portion of my family is relatively tall. 5'4" is not bad, all things considered, but I want to be tall, goddamnit. I know I would never have been as tall as, say, Kaity or Adrienne, but even hitting 5'6" would be an improvement. 5'10" or taller would be ideal, but I can dream.
In other news, I worked on the rocket project with Sam and Fillman; pictures promised when I finally remember my camera. We have three prototypes we want to launch at West World tomorrow after school. Yes, we have a launcher because Filly and his Dad spent far too much of their weekend making one. I don't know whether to be in their debt or to whack Fillman silly for not spending that time doing something utterly unproductive, which is what weekends are for.
This weekend was very schoolish. And next weekend I'm going to Amarillo to help Mom with the Race for the Cure. Suck, but at least I'm getting stuff done.
Rachel wants to have a rave for her birthday. A proper rave. Given that she splits her birthday party with her best friend, and that friend's parents are CEOs of a national corperation, this might happen. Their last birthday party consisted of 80 (no I'm not kidding) of their closest friends, a lot of food, and a lot of noise. Since it's sweet 16 they might blow out all the stops. If I chaparone I'm promised at least a burger or something.
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Date: 2005-09-19 12:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-19 12:08 am (UTC)Being short has it's perks though...I quite enjoy it, actually.
I need to talk to you soon... plus I have some Euro pictures. Maybe I'll come find you at lunch tomorrow.
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Date: 2005-09-19 08:02 am (UTC)I'M STILL ON TOPThat is an interesting theory, though, even if it's bullshit. I've never heard it before. o_o
Weekends + rockets = love, because explosions and launching stuff makes anything better. >D
...I'm not gonna get jealous over your sister. Nope. Not at all. ...I want a rave for my birthday! ;~;
I wanna harass you sometime. When can I do that? XD;;; *hug!*
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Date: 2005-09-20 12:02 am (UTC)It's an interesting theory, in retrospect full of holes and pretty much as accurate as all the surveys I have to wade through in government. Actually, I have no justification for this post. I really don't.
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Date: 2005-09-19 10:49 pm (UTC)ZOH MY GOD GOOD NEWSU
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Date: 2005-09-20 12:03 am (UTC)All right I know.
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Date: 2005-09-20 12:07 am (UTC)Bet you already know about this, though.
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Date: 2005-09-20 12:27 am (UTC)