Not Too Bad At All
this prior weekend was supposed to be devoted to getting acquainted with my father of whom i have not had contact with for approximately twelve years. although i was beyond excited to finally meet him after all these years, it was not to be. he called me up on friday to inform me that he was busy that set weekend and that i wasn't able to come visit him. he made no further arrangements and left it at that. i was stunned and did not give a rebuttal of any kind. after the phone call, i sat thinking and came to the conclusion that i was going to go see him regardless of him being busy or not. i was a determined mofo. as the time went by though, i thought about the hurricane ravaging florida and thought it was not a good time to make any familial advances at that time, due to the fact that it was dangerous weather and i didn't want to meet during such circumstances. besides, i did not want to drive into a hurricane. that would just be suicide.
although the beginning of the weekend was left pondering about whether i made the right decisions, the olympics were in full force. i have always dreamed about competing in the olympics and actually was a few seconds under the qualifying time for the us olympic trials. it would have been great to be able to race, but i don't think i could handle the pressure. since i takes awhile for people to get to know me, i wouldn't be the best person to represent the us in terms of presentation. i thought the olympics so far is great great. michael phelps is my new hero. he's only one to two years older than i am, but i think he's a winner. swimming is my thing and the us have done pretty well so far. i was disappointed last night that the us did not win the 4x100 relay, but i know they were capable of better. i'm just glad that the australians were not able to win again. in fact, they came in sixth among the standings.
my friend grant from new york came down last night and scared me to death. i guess my brother let him in while i was in the shower and i come into my room and he's sprawled on my bed reading a magazine. i nearly belted to get my bat from behind the door. he just startled laughing like a hyena. i wanted to smother him with the nearest object i could. it was great to see him though. we caught up while watching the olympics. we're both on the swim team, so we knew how crucial it was to get a good first leg of the race. that poor ian crocker couldn't put it out. it really sucked for him. he probably felt as though he let down the team. we're going to make a mess of this town today.
if you know what day today is, let me know. many don't, so i don't blame you.
peace. t^b
although the beginning of the weekend was left pondering about whether i made the right decisions, the olympics were in full force. i have always dreamed about competing in the olympics and actually was a few seconds under the qualifying time for the us olympic trials. it would have been great to be able to race, but i don't think i could handle the pressure. since i takes awhile for people to get to know me, i wouldn't be the best person to represent the us in terms of presentation. i thought the olympics so far is great great. michael phelps is my new hero. he's only one to two years older than i am, but i think he's a winner. swimming is my thing and the us have done pretty well so far. i was disappointed last night that the us did not win the 4x100 relay, but i know they were capable of better. i'm just glad that the australians were not able to win again. in fact, they came in sixth among the standings.
my friend grant from new york came down last night and scared me to death. i guess my brother let him in while i was in the shower and i come into my room and he's sprawled on my bed reading a magazine. i nearly belted to get my bat from behind the door. he just startled laughing like a hyena. i wanted to smother him with the nearest object i could. it was great to see him though. we caught up while watching the olympics. we're both on the swim team, so we knew how crucial it was to get a good first leg of the race. that poor ian crocker couldn't put it out. it really sucked for him. he probably felt as though he let down the team. we're going to make a mess of this town today.
if you know what day today is, let me know. many don't, so i don't blame you.
peace. t^b