There's something about my dad that puts me to sleep, but not in the good way. He has no future in motivational speaking, and no matter how hard he tries to drive a point, the only thing I get is the image of his head spinning through the Twilight Zone barking "blah blah blah." Everything is so repetetive, and he talks to me like I'm completely ignorant. I may be a teenager, but I'm not THAT stupid. My eyelids get heavy, and everytime I blink it gets harder to open them again...

Excitement is not something I experience often, or not something I exude on a regular basis at least, but now....ahh. College. Halfway through the summer I began dreading it, wanting to desperately cling to High School and jump rope, but something's changed, really changed. I reluctantly give my parents some of the credit, who planned the campus tours to begin with. There's still Senior year for me to experience, and I know I'm going to love it, but that feels more like filler compared to the prospect of independence. Now don't get me wrong, I will most likely find myself crying pathetically at the graduation assembly, but it's such a relief to know that I actually care about my life beyond high school.

I have to wake up early so I can work up the nerve to try back handsprings in the yard tomorrow before practice, to keep my coach from devouring my soul. I'm a little apprehensive though, first of all because I have an intense phobia of flying backwards, and also because I haven't been drinking enough so my legs keep cramping up. The muscle in my calf tightens involuntarily, and it takes a few seconds before I can get them to relax. It's not really pain, but whatever IT is it's the worst.

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I'm finally coming to grips that jump rope isn't going to last forever. It took me a while to really process the facts, to realize that I couldn't afford it, in both time and money...but leaving the sport is inevitable. It's going to be hard. I'm the only senior on the team this year, and every year they do a little recognition gig. But for me it will be "goodbye," and even though it's a year away I can already feel that weight forming in the pit of my stomach. I'm definitely bringing my ropes up to Western, I refuse to gain the Freshman 15.

Why the morbid talk of leaving jump rope behind, and why Western? Well I think I've made a choice. My dad keeps telling me I shouldn't be focused in on a particular school, that I should keep an open mind and apply to at least 5. Well I'll be applying to five but there's only really one that I care for, and that's Western Washington University. It just...fits. Financially, geographically, and personally. I need to get away from this house. It's suffocating, I can't even function like myself while my parents are around. If I went to any other public college besides Western, my parents would make me live at home to reduce $$$. Sucks for them, because there's no way in hell I'm sticking around. So Western isn't the most presigious, most recognized, blah blah blah. That's not what I'm looking for. You can get an education anywhere, it's the experience that really makes it worthwhile...

Since I'm a roll with this college business, I might as well divulge my intended majors. Or something. I don't really know. Psychology and neursocience has been something I've always considered, and recently journalism or something in the creative writing field have surfaced in my interests as well....though I don't really see either course of study having a very bright career outlook.

Mostly college stuff, scholarships, and jump rope lately. Registration is tomorrow...bleh. It reminds me of the impending doom that is school. On the bright side I might go see SUPERBAD yessss very exciting. Peace out, Nutang.

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OH. And I almost forgot to mention. I saw a bit of High School Musical 2, and I had the distinct sensation of numerous Mickey Mouse-headed crows pecking viciously at my eyes. And ears, especially when it came to Vanessa Hudgeons. How do you even spell her name? It's not important. As usual, Disney is really milking this cash cow, airing all these "specials," and "chats," and other miscellaneous programs of stupidity and pseudo-jolly laughs. Sometimes I think I watch these things just so I can be mad.

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I haven't been sore in a while. This is infuriating, I was hoping to be sore-free for the rest of my life. It's probably because I finally tried f*cking backflips on the lawn, it was about time...I spent much too long psyching myself out. And it wasn't even that bad. Sure, they need much work, but at least I have somewhat conquered my dire fear of flying backwards through the air with my head pointed toward the ground.

Aerial, plus sister and dog.

This annoying cough has nagged me for about two weeks now...probably because I don't drink enough, even for person who isn't sick. To occupy my ailing self I went on another downloading splurge. The internet is excellent for free music, and everything else. I've discovered I like Cake a lot, not just the food but the band too. They're just different from the music I've gotten bored of. I'm amused for now.

I'm bored. I need to go on the PC to download an anime my friend has been bothering me to watch. I should probably prepare to dodge flaming knives from Randy.

I seem to be blathering, and that's a signal for me to leave. Much has happened, much needs to happen, but I'm much too tired to go into detail. Good day.

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Hopefully the new picture will be more acceptable, and no she was not sitting in her underpants -_-

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