I have spent a lot of time crying over the past few days, and it's mostly because of diving. I really wish this season would shape the hell up and stop throwing obstacles in my path. It's nearly the end of October, and my season hasn't really started yet. I cannot even express my anger and frustration.

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I woke up this morning and realized that I'm going to Montreal in a week. I've been so caught up with being excited about Harry Potter that I haven't thought about that trip at all.

Beyond, y'know, training my dives every single day...

Still. Might be time to do something about that. And soon.

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(They were a few weeks ago now, but I keep forgetting to write about them ( Read more... )

The other day Liam called my house, but I wasn't home, so my mom talked to him. Mostly about how he wishes he could get the diving program at SFU bigger again, because he feels bad for me being lonely ( Read more... )

I just found out that the meet I'm competing at next week, the Pan Am Games Trials, is also FISU Games Trials.  I stand no chance of qualifying for the Pan Am Games, which are in Brazil...but the FISU Games are the World University Games, and those I might be able to go to, because SFU told me they would support me if I could qualify ( Read more... )

There's been sooo much diving stuff going on with me lately. Naturally, I made icons.

A sequence of shots of me doing one dive:

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Mostly my left one. It has a tendancy to fall out of the socket at the worst time.

Here I was, joking that I would pretend to hurt myself to get out of NAIAs (I mean, Texas? The Land of Republicans and Swimmers?), and the fates decided to just be cruel and have me actually hurt myself during my qualifying meet ( Read more... )

Why would she lie?! About something as big as having a miscarriage ( Read more... )

Another injury--This time the elbow ( Read more... )

Last year, Boxi expressed the hope that I would get through the season without hurting myself ( Read more... )