A Hilarious Story

So it happened in track. A lot of my funny stories happen in track, or haven't you noticed? So me and friend X were going to start our two warm-up laps when we saw that practically the hottest senior in the whole school was there. I'm not joking. So anyways, we both see him, and then we start our laps. After about 100 meters away, friend X is like, "Isn't he so hot?!?!?" And I agree totally. And the conversion goes on for 100 more meters and getting progressively louder. Then we hear a pounding of feet behind us. It's him running at a sprint, passing us up while friend X is still talking. She apparently keeps talking to make it seem like it was another guy to him but I don't think it worked. I just clammed up and hoped I wouldn't burst out laughing. It was hilarious.

Talking to Whales.

Oooooooooooooooooooooo.....baloooooooooooooooooooga.


---This I won't explain. Or maybe I will. I saw a thing on randomfacts.com that a long time ago people could talk to whales. I wish I could.---


OOOooooOoOooooooooo................Wooooooooooooooooooooooo......baluuuuuuuuugo....

Take Two....And CUT!!!

So it's my first official track meet. 12ish teams were there. Sorta intimidating if you know what I mean. Spotlight's on you. Not a team sport. It's all you, kid, it's all you. That sounds like a line from a movie. Probably is. Sorry I stole it. So...the meet. I ran one event. Uno. Une. One. The 200 meter. So I had to go through the sign up thing for the first time and that was annoying since my name wasn't on there as well as Friend X's. So we ran under other names. Very irritating. Then we have to take off our cozy warm sweats and kneel down on the grass in the infield as we're arranging in order for our heats. So I'm freezing. Freezing fun. Trying to warm up by doing random exercises. I'm freaking out on the inside. My heat's up. Luckily, this time I know how to do the blocks. Yay!!! And so it starts... The best thing I can say is I actually got a pretty good start-off and that I gave it my all. Unfortunately that was not enough. Sigh. I gotta a lot of work to do. I certainly know I didn't win a medal. Yup. Okay, I got...last place. Stinks, yeah? Yeah it does. But the catch was that I was running against varsity. Which lessens the hurt a little. Just a little. Sigh. Will I ever stop sighing in this post. I dunno. Anyway, I gotta get over it. Whatever. Anyways....right now I'm writing a letter to a friend about what Juliet's been up to in Act 2 scenes 3-6. Yup, it's sort of annoying to read the old R&J again. But...at least I know it. Oh yeah and in English class, Ms. X asked if anyone had seen the Leonardo di Caprio version of it and I WAS THE ONLY ONE!!! It. Was. Awesome. Seeing their faces take in this totally weird version. Totally worth it. Loved every minute. I love that version. But we only saw the balcony scene not scene one where everybody's shooting everybody. Too bad...scene 1's exciting. Ahhh... Weeeell, I gotta get back to homework. I guess. Maybe. Definately maybe. Everybody better have listened to that awesome song by the way. DO NOT PAUSE IT. Please don't stop the music...(another song but I really mean the meaning). So...I still have another night of sleeping in....yay! How exciting. Oh and also, I have to make a mardi gras mask for French. That is why you should take French. Absolutely. I know I'm not alone on this one. Okay, I'm going now. So, see ya later alligators. Sayonara. Yawn.

Huh. Really?

I have no idea what I'm going to write right now. Absolutely no idea. I guess I'll say something that actually has a point...umm... I got a haircut!!! Yay! Which means I have sorta side bangs which are really annoying when you're running. Just to point that out. So...life's complicated. Period. Yup. Aww, that makes me smile, that word "yup". So cute. Aw. Okay, the 'awwing' is over, I swear. Maybe not. Anyways, today in English we were doing stage directions in a scene of Romeo and Juliet which is basically like saying "R. moves to L.C. and wears a frowning expression." and stuff like that. By the by, L.C. stands for left center on the stage. Then we have to perform this thing. Ah. That's just...wrong. And...oh, I don't know, I'm just not the acting type. So we did that and eventually after brainstorming our heads out on the first page, we got way off topic. And it turned into homework. Oh well...I did already. So earlier, I made up a test from last week which was a relief but only to figure out that I missed a quiz too. REALLLY????? ---me, shouting to the sky--- Nothing else really happened today except for getting totally exhausted in track with 2 500's and 3 200's. Oh yeah, and I forgot to tell you about the practice track meet. Weeeell, me and my friend X (do NOT make me ramble about the privacy issues again people!!!), were both in the 100 and 200, so we had to use the dreaded...BLOCKS. You know, the things that track people take off from...on their feet? Those little thing-a-ma-bobs. And the problem was that both of us had never ever used the blocks before properly!! They didn't teach us. So the first race for us, the 100, we lined up and tried to copy everyone else. Friend X was more successful than me because after the announcer guy said "get set" he said "all heads should be behind the green line." The green line was the starting line. And yes that was me he was pointing out. How charming. Lovely. Ick. So we started off and I lost. Duh, I didn't get a launch off really. And it turns out that we were running with the Varsity girls somehow. I think. At least that's what Friend X tells me. Next was the 200 which came an hour later. This one I did better. I sorta kinda figured out those hideously stupid blocks and was doing pretty good until my legs sorta paralyzed on the last 50 meters. Not a happy feeling at all. Felt like I was going in s-l-o-w motion and practically everyone sped past me. Ya......no. So that's that. This week I hope to learn how to master those ignorant, blocky blocks...and yup. That makes me smile. Soooooooo....Sayonara!

Congratulations! Would you like to take a bow?

I don't know what's really up with the title, but it just fits. Somehow... So, this weekend, pour moi, is 4 1/2 days long!!! I'm so excited. Put your hands up and...Shout! nananana..Shout! nanannaa...Shout! --that's a song if you just thought that was plain random of me. You should look it up if you've never heard it. It's called Shout. I think.-- Anyways, I had my first track meet ('practice track meet') on Wednesday, so I got to skip all of English. It wasn't really a good day to skip that since we had a test but...oh well. Life will go on. I will make it up. The end. But what surprised me was that we practiced the day after...I guess I was hoping we'd, you know, celebrate or something like that and take the day off but...no. So when we got out of the locker room, coach is like, "Go run a mile instead of your regular 2 warm-up laps." And we just stared for a moment...and unfortunately started to run when it appeared he wasn't joking. Then we worked out in the weight room. Not too bad...I guess... On the other hand, I actually have a funny story to tell. Here we go:

So me and my friend (yes I know it's improper grammar but that's just too bad) and two other friends went up to the library before school because the latter two, let's call them A and B, had to type something up for English. So, my friend C and I sat down at one of the tables in the libaray, since there were no computers open, to wait. We felt sort of awkward sitting at a table doing nothing so we decided to look for a book that we could read while we waited. We also needed something to do(or look like we're doing since the librarian is renowned for yelling at people who are doing nothing and just wasting space in the library. I actually haven't witnessed this; the librarian hasn't been mean to me.) Anyways, so we looked for a book and came back to our table with a book that was written in both in English and Spanish. It was basically about a little girl moving from Mexico to California and how's she's scared and excited and worried and etc. So it was this giant picture book that you would normally assumed a first-grader was reading or something. So we started to read it...and read it...and snigger at the absurdity of the situation once and a while. Then the librarian came over...to our table. Me and my friend sorta freaked out as she approached or at least I did. She asked us what we were reading. We turned over the book to its cover and presented towards her. After that, she started to talk about how she was getting more of these books in and how a lot of the Spanish/English books looked like kid's books but they would really help out in our Spanish classes. Then she asked what Spanish teacher we had; was it Mrs. X? I didn't respond and hoped she wouldn't ask me directly since I take FRENCH!!! My friend C answered and said she had Mr. Y. The librarian looked a little disappointed and then walked away. Be aware that I was nearly bursting from not laughing this whole time so I let it out now. And told C that I took French. We both succumbed (weird word) to the hilariousness of the situation. Then we put up our Spanglish book and went to look for an elusive teacher that I needed to schedule my make-up test with. We failed to find her since it turned out that she was SICK! That was her third day of being sick. Sigh...

So that's the story and pretty much the end of my post. Maybe. Definately Maybe. That's an awsome song, I think I'll put it up here soon. If you haven't heard it, check it out. It's by FM Static. Interesting band name, don' t you think? Well, I gotta go. Sayonara!

I feel blah.

I'm sick. Ugh. At least it's on the weekend so I don't have to miss school. Hopefully. Still, ugh. I had a fever so I felt like hot AND cold at the same time. Do you know how weird that feels??? So, now I have to do homework while I feel like a piece of trash. It stinks. Both the trash and the situation. So, on another note, my first track meet is coming up pretty quick...Yay! Get to run, run, run!!! Awesome stuff. Yay. Yesterday, for track, we had to run 8 200's. Oh me goodness...it was hard. I don't think I have to explain that to you. Meanwhile, while we were running this I was sick...need I explain more? Actually, I do. Because right after we finished the practice, we had to go to a pep rally. Umm....yeah, that's the first thing I want to do when I'm exhausted and sick. So I had to clap, yell, sing, etc. while everyone else is going crazy with excitement. Woo-hoo. Okay, I'm ranting, I know. Sorry about that but I just need this out of my system. Oh, and you know what the IRONIC thing is about me being sick yesterday and today was. Oh yeah, it was in biology where we're studying viruses and bacteria!!!! And we even talked about, you know, immunity and what a fever does and all that!!! So it turns out that when you have a fever, it's to kill/stop the virus/bacteria from spreading. So by taking antibiotics, which lower the fever, you prolong for how long you're sick for. And of course I had to explain this to my mom who was trying to convince me to take Advil or something. Anyway, it's a crazy weekend. I'm too tired to say more. Gotta run (not literally) and do homework. I guess. I wish I didn't. Sigh... Sayonara.