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Froolie (froolie06) wrote,
@ 2004-09-18 22:20:00
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    Current mood: sleepy
    Current music:Too Close-Next

    soo tired....
    so its been kinda a little while. Sorry! I just.....i dunno, im lazy i guess.I could go over the past week, but id rather not. So ill just go over some of the main things.
    The meet last Saturday at Bath was pretty good. I dedicated my race to all those that died 3 years ago and i got 24.20, i wanted to do better, but obviously i didn't. But it was a fun day. I talked to Mrs. Deschaine cause she came for Zak, so i talked to her for a little bit. Then the other two meets this week sucked. I'm not even gonna put my times cause they were extremely bad and im really disappointed in myself. On Thursday, we had like 20 minutes to get ready, and i didn't get to stretch, so i seriously sucked it up, and the whole race i was like, why am i diong this? i suck, im only disappointing myself...i shouldnt be doing this. im letting myself and everyone else on the team down, i suck. So it wasn't cool cause i started crying during hte race, and then i couldnt breathe cause of that, and it was just really bad. But Aunt Jamie was there cause they asked her to work at it, so i talked to her for a while. It was good to talk to her. We talked about lots of stuff like the olympics and Michael Phelps, and she told me that she told Uncle Eric that she thinks Bonnie and me could've made it to the Olympics if we would've kept swimming, but obviosuly that iddnt happen cause we got ripped away from that. So im not even thinking about that anymore.
    So anyways, i had a really weird dream on Thursday night, it was really strange, and it was just yea..it made me think and that wasn't good. Especially not about him. And just yea...it was weird. Anyways...
    So last night, i was home alone and it really wasn't cool cause i was talking to Victor on the phone, and he was freaking me out like really a whole lto, then Knop got on the phone..and that was just...whatever. Yea, so then i came down here and started talking to him, and i got sad cause i was thinking about some stuff like...boys. Thats all that needs to be said cause im sure you all know which two i was talking about. And just yea, things that were said on the phone last night though, that was just....a little strange, it reminded me of old times-NOT cool. So just yea..it was kinda just yea. Anywawys, so then i started talking about mom and everything so that was sad too. But then i went to bed and i felt better this morning. And i went out to dinner with the parents and Jessie and Alexis tongiht so that was pretty cool i suppose.
    And o0o0o0o0o-Homecoming is this Friday, very exciting. I'm just excited for the dance-its not like illhave anyone to dance with, but according to Feffula-im not allowed to dance with boys because they're going to take me into the back parking lot and rape me. Yea...she's a little weird. Lol, but i still love her and miss her tons!!! And shes been seeing a guy that she likes and he likes her back and that's really exciting. But yea, im just exciting and im in a good mood right now so yay! But now im gonna go and maybe watch movies or soemthing like that...
    -steph



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