"Whew, it's a hot one"
My manager just called because she was reamed out again and passed it on to me. It was none too pleasant. However, I am not going to worry about it because today is my day off (as of right now... I'd bet you anything I'll be suckered into working at the swim team dinner tonight). So I have a long list of things to do and at the top is to buy a hott bathing suit for the beach. I'm sick of the ones I have.
Yeah, so everything else is pretty much fine. I had a great time at Jen's last night and then I came home and crashed. I slept through my alarm this morning and was late to practice, where to my utter dismay, I found out that Diana @#$%^&* signed me up for time trials. Shit, I think this means I'll have to actually get in the water and practice beforehand. At least my times suck enough that I won't make championships. Yeah, at least there's that. The upcoming weeks will be hardxcore swim team though. We have this mexican monday jawn tonight, our last meet Wednesday, the (undefeated) open girls sleepover/movie night Thursday, My time trials on Sunday, and then time trials for all of the other age groups during the week. Dios mio, hay demasiado a hacer. (Okay, so my spanish is sucking also. I'm going to sink into a deep depression when I get my AP score back...)
You know what? Sometimes I really wish I was starting college this year. Because then all of the stress would be over with. I'd already be accepted to a school, no need to worry about applications and recommendations. And I'd have some sort of major (hopefully). Sure I'd be nervous about leaving home/friends, but I'm sure it's exciting at the same time. And then I could skip all of the sad parts of senior year. On the other hand, I would miss all of the great parts of it, so I'm not sure that's the best trade off. I guess I'll stick it out ;-)
I just reread this entry and it's not very coherent. Oh well. I guess it just mirrors my disorganized internal state. Yeah, that's it.