the madd linguist
christmas was quite interesting this year, it's the first year that we haven't had both my grandparents, biggy dead in april and glo dead in october, but i guess this christmas wasn't too disappointing, just different. see i'm part scandanavian, and my cousins up here take it really seriously, so we had a scandanavian smorgageboard? i don't know how to spell it. yeah, so no ham or turkey, but sweedish meatballs, they were kinda good, i don't even know all the things i was eating. i got some really good gifts, things i wanted and all, and swimming has been going great. you see, it's holiday training, and that means it's time to work your ass off and practically kill yourself. i have. the girls 3 other girls around my age that i swim with that are pretty good are going to end up hating me. john, our coach, speaks really highly of me and it's practically the whole "why can't you be more like casey" scenario. like john was talking to the girls, i wasn't present, about mental discipline and used me as an example, and one girl said she could be mentally... when she wanted to be. and john replied, "no, that's the opposite, that's not how it works, it's doing the things even when you really don't want to..." yeah and then yesterday he called me team captain, and i think that drove one of the girls crazy, cause i think she believed herself to be the favorite before i came, i don't even know if they have favorites or all that but, i guess she wants to be, and i don't think these girls' moms like me very much. mom says it's jealousy, and i don't ask for these compliments or anything, but i obviously am doing something different from them, like giving my all. then john said to another girl that if he had an army of caseys, he could take over the world. oh man, my old coach never cared about me or anything, but yeah, that team was way larger and full of national swimmers. but yeah, cool if you actually read all this, i gotta go to practice again. amen. stellari.