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I'm very impressed with myself right now. Today some kids were laughing at me for apparently "walking slow". When someone told me they were making fun of me, I told that person that I didn't care. I'm proud of myself for not caring about what people think of me. Furthermore, it was very immature of them because I wasn't walking that slow. Not to mention, I have asthma and I don't want to get out of breath. For some reason though, my doctor told me I don't need a puffer. In science we did a lung capacity test and I had one of the highest lung capacitys. So, it's really weird. I get afraid when I get out of breath, but whatever. The Yankees played an awesome game yesterday, of course they won. Big up to Mike Mussina, he's my favorite Yankee pitcher next to Mariano Rivera. <3 Tommorow is the start of inter-league play which means eventually they're going to face the Mets which is gonna be awesome because it always is. ^_^ So, I'm just really proud of myself for not caring what people think of me. I was just thinking, if you go around worrying about what people think of you, you're just not even living at all. If we were to worry all the time, about every single that every single person was going to think of you...life would be like prison...and I'm not going to lock myself up because some losers think I walk too slow.