There really isn't a whole lot to talk about anymore... Testing drains the day away.

Track was better than it has been as of late, mostly because I actually did something. I got to work on running form with the girls, which was kinda fun... Rick was being stupid and told us to run a 100, walk two 50's, and run another 100 and said we'd end up in the same place we started... After that I got to work on long jump, my best event by far according to Rick. I was landing in the eighteen to twenty-one foot range the entire time. I set my non-meet PR (personal record) of twenty-one feet nine inches, just short of what our best jumper hits... I hate seniors... And these evil Saturday meets.

Hmm... I don't know what else to talk about... However, I did notice that no one can read

Later, DS
~ If you mail a letter to the post office, who delivers it?

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Nothing happened today. There was just testing, then second period, then fourth period, lunch, then track.

I actually got to run a bit in track, though. We were doing timed 400s and I was kicking some serious ass considering I have shin splints... I came in around fifty seconds every time. But then I started limping and they made me leave...

Very little to talk about... I have to get up early to go to school for reasons I'd rather not publicize. Damn Ms. Leung! Psh... At least she laughed before... well, yeah.

Later, DS
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I find STAR testing to be extremely dull, but mostly because it's so easy. Well, scratch that, it's probably sitting in a stuffy room for a couple of hours. I'm one of those in between people that finishes really early and, instead of reading, I make a point of catching up on missed sleep.

Nothing really happened today. I got sent home from track after the warm up laps because of my shin splints, but before I left I took a peek at the schedule for the meet. I have to run another 400, my least favorite event, but at least I'm in long jump too. Another sad thing is they put me in high jump. I love the event, but I can't stand up in competition for more than the opening height. Normally I wouldn't be mad about the meet, but I'm being treated like a cripple and being forced to do some of the most competitive events in the meet...

I was cooking pancakes for the homeless from about six to eight-thirty today. It was sorta cool, I guess. One guy insisted that I deep-fry one in Pam for him, so I did. He sank back into a collapsable chair with a huge smile until the chair started to fold up on him. Other than that, the people seemed to like my adding a few things to change the taste of the batter... Mmm... Vanilla Extract is my friend. However, I'm starting to feel a craving for a baked good right now, so I think I'll go quell the desire.

Later, DS
~ Complimentary beverage, eh? What exactly do they compliment you on?

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Hmm... two days without a post. I know very few people read this but I still sort of have a standard for posting... which is more for my benefit than anyone elses, but I won't get into it...

Sunday kinda sucked. I was planning on going to the movies with Emerald until my family decided we were going to be Catholic for the day... I'd have to say mass was sort of fun to go to, though, since Father Finbar was being pretty openly blasphemous... He got replaced halfway through mass because he was having... erm... a little heart trouble. After that, the day went downhill. We drove over to Moraga for a little Easter reunion. My dad swore to me he would be there, but there was "an urgent business meeting I [he] must attend." How the hell important of a meeting can you have when you're a pharmacist in Arizona? Psh... I'm not going to be trusting him for awhile. The only relatively cool thing that happened was I got to speak a little French with my uncle. Other than that, it was a boring, twelve hour day.

And today. Nothing really happened until lunch. I was going to Mrs. Dreyer's room since I had forgotten some of the homework problems when I... uh... walked into Nittan. We talked for a bit and I reminded him that he forgot what problems we had to do, so we went in and got the homework and did it in Mrs. Dreyer's room. Around the middle of lunch, I got a call. It was Emerald's number, so I answered, and to my surprise I found Tim on the line. I hung up. But... yeah.

The most interesting stuff happened in track today. I realized I actually have pretty bad shin-splints in my right leg. For reference, shin-splints happen when the back of your foot pounds on the track while you run, resulting in severe bone pain and muscle cramping. Anyways, they made me run two 400's before they realized I wasn't going to complain and stop running... those bastards. Then we went into the weight room and I had a hell of a time doing much of anything, so I just did my ninety pounds of hams and quads and ninety-five of benchpresses... Then it all went further downhill. I started feeling a little queasy, so I drank a bit of water and sat down. Wilson asked if I was okay and I told him I thought I was going to throw up. He laughed and later told me he thought I was joking. I wasn't. I had a fun time throwing up about two liters of water. Keep in mind I was in the weight room. Wilson called over to Rick and told me to go outside and lay down, which I did. After a bit, I went back in and got my stuff. A little while after I left, they kicked everyone out of the weight room. I'm proud of that... Despite it being a gross way to do it.

Ah, I can literally still taste my success... I should probably go eat something, huh?

Later, DS
~ What year did Jesus think it was?

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Psh... I wonder why my family decides the be randomly Catholic... We barely ever do anything remotely related to religion and when we do, it either has to do with a Jewish or Christian celebration. My mom just decided we should go to my aunt's for Easter. I would normally flatly refuse going, but my father promised to be there... I wish I saw him more so I could stay back here and go to the movies...

Why can't my family just go about their schitzophrenic lives and let me be agnostic? Sure, I believe in God. I just don't want to dedicate myself to a religion.

There isn't much else to say... I did make a layout for this place, now I just have to figure out how to go about uploading it and Im set...

Later, DS
~ Remember: When you're watching the quiet ones, the noisy ones are gonna be the ones to kill you.

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Did you know matches are generally made in the USA? I didn't know either until a few seconds ago... Right after I made it up. I just happened to see a box of Diamond matches and they are made in the USA. Who would've thought...

If you couldn't tell, my life is very dull and uneventful. Sure, I have track, but it's ludicrously boring. I ended up shooting CDs in the backyard all day... a few plates and assorted plastic objects too. I have to admit shooting a longbow crossbow-style is pretty fun until you snap the shaft of an arrow into your face.

I think I went down to RadioShack and stared at the speaker displays while Regan told me to get to work... My speakers have been screwed up for a long time, so I want new ones... But I'm too cheap to buy any and eliminate this infernal buzzing.

I think I'd better go take a shower or something...
Why am I bothering to type any of this?

Later, DS
~ Is fixing a chicken like 'fixing' a dog...?

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