You'd never believe what my hand touches, or gropes, during practice. The simple fact is, that when you have 31 people swimming at the same time in 5 lanes, then there's going to be contact. During this season only, my hand has found:
Butts
Crotches
Faces
Hands
More than its fair share of boobies
And, of course, the lane line itself, which isn't nearly as forgiving as the aforementioned body parts. I've collected lots of bruises and weird looks doing the backstroke.

I'm about to break my train of thought because my brother wants to get on myspace. He's ignorant like that. I'll be right back with you in a few minutes, I hope. Save your comments, I'll probably re-post this. Heh.

OK! Back. And I can't bring myself to delete comments, so...I'll just edit this. Meh.

Well, since I was talking about swimming, this might be a good moment to record that I got a consideration time for the State Meet on Tuesday. Not that the meet is on Tuesday, but I made the time swimming in a meet LAST Tuesday. Thanks anyway.

There are two times for each event that one aims for. The state time and the consideration time. If you make the state time, then you automatically go to the state meet with your team for that even. If you make the consideration time, then you become filler if there's enough room after all the other, faster people go. So, there's a chance that my swim season just got two weeks longer. I swam JUST 25.something seconds in the 50y Freestyle, which is pretty rocking for me. The automatic cut time is just over 24 seconds. So I need to practice more if I want to beat that.

Also, I saw a nice amount of my out-of-school friends at the meet today. We hanged out. If that's grammatically correct. Oh, and we beat them, too.

Sean just heartily surprised me. He said that he'd just done something that he bet I'd never heard of before. He was stark naked when he told me this, but I was confident that he couldn't have done something THAT bad.

I refuse to say what he did, except that it had to do with a trumpet. And I've NEVER heard of it before. *scarred for life*

Oh, and while I'm at it, here's to Dilated!

i'm creepy

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Good night, gents.

You too, ladies.

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Today was great. I just get such a buzz from being with people. My teachers, my classmates, swim team...wow.

Nothing went wrong at all, today. It even rained, though Mom forbade me from sitting in it.

I presented a power point presentation, got along with ALL my teachers, finished a project, and got almost zero homework for the weekend. At lunch I had a blast.

Swim team was mostly games because the captains were in charge, so we played some water games after a few easy sets. Even the sets were fun. Ryan was complaining about having to pee, and he's too much of a goody to go in the pool, or just jump out and use the bathroom, which I'm urging him to do. So, when I have to take a dump, I hop out, yell at the coach, and use the bathroom. I re-entered the pool and met a solid wall of loathing. But the coach made him get out and use the bathroom soon after, so it was all good. I love our coach!

The games were boring, but relaxing. Then the team went to get pizza, "CiCi's Pizza! Caution: May incite vomiting and/or sudden weight gain" and I got a ride with Jeb. So we were singing the whole way there. Just great.

Jeremy and Bradley ate about 70 slices of pizza, no lie. They saved the crust to prove it. We had a good time, and the cinnamon buns were CRAZY good.

Then more singing all the way back to my house, in a rainstorm.

I shall go to bed early tonight.

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Ahh.

I'm in the middle of two story-thingies. And I can't help but feel that I'm just forcing myself to do it. Which isn't great.

I used to hate writing. SO. MUCH. What's going on here?

As you can see, I have a song by Apocalypta. I have to say, the music is pretty good, but you can not look cool head banging over a big cello. Sorry. You just look silly. But it's good music.

I had a surge of emotion and decided to make another time capsule. So ignore that.

Anyway this guy from school (YEAH! I'm talking about YOU, Aaron! You, with the fez!) was playing this song during his project, and it creeped me out. He was supposed to send it to me, but he got lazy. And I got impatient. So I recorded it myself. He's such a bum.

Actually, that's it. I'm pretty wiped. And I have GRAMMAR!

I still hate grammar, don't get me wrong.

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