Bah, the track meet took way too long today. I wrote a lot in my actual journal, so I think I'll paraphrase it (excluding the parts *someone* might find offensive... or just too mushy) since it's about eight pages long.

I find it interesting that my birthday is one of the only days of the year that I'll answer personal questions without much restraint. It didn't turn out too well last year. I guess there's really only one person whom I hope remembers and at least says something - screw my family. I don't know. Maybe I'm just trying to hard... That was a little of topic. I've never really understood why I'm so willing to give people something (even if it's just a flower or answering a question) on my birthday. I've always got the impression you were supposed to recieve things on your birthday. Maybe it's just because I've never had any sort of a worthwhile celebration and it brings me a little joy to be able to think I helped someone.

[Huge cut from my journal... Nothing that should interest you...] Damn this bus! It's making it increasingly hard to write... [More editing...]

I wrote Surface of the Moon (a poem) to reveal how I feel and say what I'm too scared to say in person... I don't want to show her, though, I'm afraid of what she might say. [Lots more editing...]

Bah, enough with my depressing chatter, I might as well say something about the good in my life, eh? I didn't flunk the quiz in Phillips... although I'm still pissed about the map test. (I got off the bus, by the way, and I'm very thankful.) I did a lot better than I expected on the Bio test that I was worried about. I'd gladly give some of my points to *ahem*[edit]*ahem*, though I doubt she would accept them... I'm confusing myself thinking about this.

(12:50) Let's see I'm at Woodside right now and I'm going to be here until the end - I have the last event, as always. I'm being forced to sit here and wait. All I have to do at the moment is watch the races, which I've never really considered very interesting. Oh well, I guess I'll go try to help doing something...

Well, it's 5:50 and I still haven't done a damn thing. Someone just threw a water bottle on the track and I got to laugh at the camera guy running over to the guy with the gun waving his arms and yelling, "Stop!" It was grossly funny to see his fat wobble as he ran. As he walked back, the strap for his camera broke and I found that oddly amusing also... I wish more was happening, though, as I've just been sitting here doing nothing for the past four hours. I'm going to go play cards or something.

Since I haven't written anything else in my journal about the meet, I'll just say I came in seventeenth in the state for the 200 meter dash. I got a 25.74 split. I guess that's it. I don't want to bore you with the happenings on the bus, though I will say Daisy and Angel slapped me a total of... however many my tallies add up to - probably somewhere around forty times. Twas a fun day, all in all.

I guess if you really want to see the entire journal entry, you can ask me and I'll probably show it to you... Though I don't know why you'd want to see it.

Later, DS
~ Fancy ketchup isn't all too fancy when it's smeared all over your face.

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