I'm really, really tired. I was up till somewhere around two trying to talk to Emerald, but I finally gave up and went to sleep. Considering I got back from the track meet at eleven PM last night and I had to get up at seven to write four pages for my EP signing at eleven AM today, I think I was brave in waiting for her so long...

Anyways, the meet went exceptionally badly. When they say "Top 8", you get a really competitive bunch of people. I got out of school at two to go, which isn't really a great consolation for getting home at eleven. But, getting back to the meet, I ran the first and last events of the day with none inbetween... Pretty dull. For the first event, the 4x100, I ran my ass off and got a spectacular time around eleven seconds, but our team got killed anyways. We placed 17th out of 19! Yay for us. Hours later I ran in the 4x400, in which my split was actually good. I got a 54.42, almost beating Frank, but not good enough to get our team anything above seventh... Oh well, there's always next year.

I hate it when I have things to ask people and they're busy... And when I get pulled away when I'm trying to chat and come back to see whoever it was had tried to talk and went away while I was gone for forty minutes... Boy, that was oddly specific. If you know this is about you, look up the lyrics to "Thing's I'll Never Say", if not, you can do it anyway and laugh at me, it's a win-win situation.

{edit} I almost forgot about my dream! The dream I had from seven to eight this morning that is. It was kinda trippy. I was running on the track and I blacked out... and I ended up in a tent with... well, yeah. Ask me about the details if you care... {/edit}

Later, DS
~ Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll be amongst the stars.

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