I have more schoolwork to do. So I must be brief.
The last few days have been good, but today was and continues to be totally ASS. If I knew I had to go through this day like 10 more times in a row, I'd probably just lie down and die right here.
It's been bad for many reasons, for one, I'm catching something, and getting sick. For another, I could hardly find the strength to lift my own eyelids, let alone do EVERY OTHER FREAKIN THING I HAVE TO DO. I was tired, physically and mentally.
Quickly, in case anyone has noticed, I've been gone for over a week, and after today, I might be able to fit in a couple quick jaunts, but I'll most likely be gone for anywhere from 2 weeks to 3 months, and, there's a possibility I'll be much reduced even past then. For a long time.
My crush lets me lie on his lap ;)
I seem to have become addicted to physical contact.
Crazy creeper, or just a normal physically deprived teenage boy?
The world will never know.
Today, Monday, was the first day in what is to be the fourth-to-last full week of school. We still have next week, the week after, and the week after, and on that Friday, it's a half day, and the last day of school.
That means 19 more days.
And this is early for us. Usually we aren't out till a week or two later, depending on snow days.
Does anyone else get out this late?
I have seen more of the pool in the Fidalgo Fitness Center in good old Anacortes, Washington, this weekend than I need to see in a LIFETIME.
The meet never ended. Wow.
I mean, I'm used to long, long meets, but this just grated on me. On Friday, we stayed from about 3-9 PM. Yesterday, it was 12:30-7 PM. Same thing today.
It was a bonanza of swimming.
I dropped a lot of time, on most everything I did, but everything was so long.
Usually, we swim in yards, and this was a meters pool. A yard or two longer.
So, I bet some of you have heard of the 6th grader, Greyson Chance, who sang Lady Gaga's Paparazzi on piano for a talent show thing. He had to change things, and it doesn't sound the same, (and I personally think Lady Gaga's was much better), and he had to change the lyrics some.
Anyway, it was high pitched, and sounded like Lady Gaga... I wonder where he got his inspiration? But, I just noticed that when singing it, he changed the lyric "and I won't stop until that boy is mine" to "and I won't stop until that girl is mine". Douche.
*See previous journal*
I got a new bookmark! I made it myself. I made it a double-sided piece of paper with my two favorite Dilbert comics on it. I always just need something to motivate me, you know?
EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING on Monday.
Everything was fine on Monday.
Everything was fine, and getting even better.
Then in comes life.
I can't sleep any more.
And then, the girl that I mentioned, that liked me? She asked me what I thought, again, on Tuesday. I said "Yeah, I do like you (as a friend, of course)" if only that last part could have gotten out. She squealed, and ran away. And, despite the fact that she never asked me out, apparently she made an executive decision we were, and told everyone we are. And that I asked her out.
Exactly what the title says. If it was a journal, forum, or poll, or even comment response, who was it?
For me, I think it was 5thstory...
I'm gay. :D
Just wanted to clear the air here...
What's up with you?
My goal in swimming was to get Junior Nationals times before I leave high school.
However, unfortunately, I'm young for my grade. And, the meet is in December. So, senior year, I'm going to be 17. Already enough to get you sweating.
And, last night, I found on the PNS (Pacific Northwest Swimming) website the Top Time Tables. In these they have everyone's times for every swim, divided back into age, going back to the 2004-2005 season.
And so, naturally, I checked the time tables for 17-18 boys.
I’ve never tried any sorts of real writing... I’ve thought about it often, and now I decided to try it. I hope you like it, but I hope none of you have read the books I have read enough to realize how heavily some parts of the books are borrowed… Don’t kill me.
He heard the patter of the rain.
The murderer associated the rain with many things. He associated it with the best times of his life, the worst times, his first love, his true love,
I'm so bipolar all the time, it seems. I get happy, and not-so-happy a lot of the time, for no apparent reason, sometimes when I should be the opposite of that.
I guess the positive is that when I sasy not-so-happy, that's basically what I mean. I'm really not happy, and I'm a little depressed, but I'm not what I could call truly depressed. Just feeling a lot worse than usual.
Because usually I feel good...