K back.

I've been gone for a bit, mostly because of my overnight(s) stay in Kirkland for a 3-day jump rope workshop. It's probably one of the best I've ever been to...I learned so much, and all of the teachers were guys, so the male:female ratio was finally balanced. Victory. Plus, most of the them were tall, so for once I felt less elevated. To add to the success, we watched The Matrix, which, if you haven't noticed, happens to be one of my favorite movies of all time. It was thrilling.

I got my secret page and I don't know what to do with it. It wasn't meant to be a useless commodity .

I don't think I've been this content with life for a while. I've decided that it consists of four things: jump rope, my team, my friends, and her. Five if you include Nutang, and six if you include food, but I'll stick with the basics. I'll stop there before this entry gets too sappy, since I've had a streak of those lately and I'm trying (a little) to break the habbit.

Oh, and I got iPrecious back, life goes on.

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My parents abducted my iPod a while ago for reasons I don't really care to embelish upon...I miss my iPrecious. Yes, that's really what I named it, don't judge me.

Today was the first practice in a week or two. I felt really sluggish in speed, though my front flips are somehow better than ever.

If you haven't noticed, I'm just rattling off random thoughts because not enough of my brain cells are awake to help me formulate a sensible entry. Her birthday is in two days. I've been trying to write a card, which is usually no problem....but things are different now. Before I had to disguise my feelings and play the role of "best friend," but now that there isn't anything holding me back I've found I can't find the words to express how I really feel.

I give up on this entry.







Six years ago I wasn't old enough to comprehend the magnitude of what really happened on September 11, 2001. Times change.

En Memoriam.

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Where to begin.

There's something to love about every class on my schedule, even if it's the stupid little things like popping sunflower seeds or lounging in the green room stealing other tutor's food. That might sound like all my fun involves edibles, but I assure you it doesn't. Maybe the first-day effects haven't worn off yet, and having no homework helps, but since the usual monotony associated with school hasn't settled in yet, I'm content. What? Why? School is the enemy.

Or at least it was. What gives...is it Senior year? No, maybe the people. Or person, should I say. For the longest time jump rope was the one thing I looked forward to everday, and in the span of about seven days the center of my life was thrown completely off kilter. Now I do the bizarrest of things...such as searching the Internet for Michael Buble sheet music and LIKING it. I can't hear the song and not think of her, not just because it's one of her favorites. I'm listening to it now, as a matter of fact, and the best part is I don't have any shame admitting it anymore. So Randy if you want to rattle off one of your anti-hapiness comments, this would be the time

I just saw Superbad with her about an hour ago...hilarious movie by the way. She kept nodding off, which I wouldn't normally care about except that she leaned on her own shoulder. YEAH YOU. You're probably reading this. What were you thinking dumbass ...it's like you said, we never don't want you to...

Once upon a time I thought the people who wrote sappy headlines on Myspace or professed their love elsewhere on the internet were cheesy out of their minds. Now it's all I can do from becoming the biggest hypocrite.

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