swimming, SATs, and Greg!!
Well, swim practice started on Monday. Two hours of swimming a day, sometimes four, plus half an hour of pure, unadulterated hell (known to some as dry land). I'm lovin' it. :-P Sure, I'm sore, but you know the feeling when your endorphins kick in after a lot of physical activity? It's worth it. Along with the heavenly feeling of stepping into a hot shower after practice. Ahhhh...
SAT II on Saturday. Ugh... My mom's going all out, making me study every morning. And, of course my brilliant brother pulled an 800 out of 800. So if I get any lower... *slashes finger across throat* Ah, well... life will go on... (hopefully)
Oh Lord... Last night, Stephen and Greg started talking. Ste was in my room giving me the All-American Rejects cd I'd asked for and I was talking to Greg. Evntually, one thing led to another and he shoved my chair out of the way and carried on a conversation. Here's what some of it was like--
Greg: Two crackheads in a room.
Me: my GOD
Greg: What do you get?
Greg: An asylum.
Stephen: you mean your house?
Me: OH MY GOD
Greg: On Fridays only.
Greg: :-D
Stephen: Ill be there
Stephen: where do you live?
Greg: Bring a few kegs.
Greg: Minnesota, biatch.
Stephen: ill bring more than a few
Greg: Nice.
Stephen: if you can handle them
Stephen: btw my sister is going through the roof right now halfway to the moon so before she gets there im relinquishing ye olde keyboarde
Hehe... it was the most fun I've had in a long time. That wasn't the end of it, of course. But that was one of the choice bits. Hehe...
SAT II on Saturday. Ugh... My mom's going all out, making me study every morning. And, of course my brilliant brother pulled an 800 out of 800. So if I get any lower... *slashes finger across throat* Ah, well... life will go on... (hopefully)
Oh Lord... Last night, Stephen and Greg started talking. Ste was in my room giving me the All-American Rejects cd I'd asked for and I was talking to Greg. Evntually, one thing led to another and he shoved my chair out of the way and carried on a conversation. Here's what some of it was like--
Greg: Two crackheads in a room.
Me: my GOD
Greg: What do you get?
Greg: An asylum.
Stephen: you mean your house?
Me: OH MY GOD
Greg: On Fridays only.
Greg: :-D
Stephen: Ill be there
Stephen: where do you live?
Greg: Bring a few kegs.
Greg: Minnesota, biatch.
Stephen: ill bring more than a few
Greg: Nice.
Stephen: if you can handle them
Stephen: btw my sister is going through the roof right now halfway to the moon so before she gets there im relinquishing ye olde keyboarde
Hehe... it was the most fun I've had in a long time. That wasn't the end of it, of course. But that was one of the choice bits. Hehe...