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Well, thank you for the birthday wish, Connelly. Apparently my birthday isn't over yet. I also got a card with American money (!) in it from Uncle Bill, Aunt Heather and Isabella. Yay.
Wore a mini skirt for the first time ever....with fishnet stockings. It has large pleats and is made of red-pink wool. Scandalous. My mother encouraged the wearing of the mini garments-- in fact, she bought me two of them. According to her and the salesperson at Urban Outfitters, I have nice legs. This is good to know. I will save this tid-bit for later when I am upset about myself and muct resort to eating chocolate. But I will say, "Z-girl, have some control! You have nice legs! Don't spoil them now!"
I went to archery today with Connelly. I did okay-- only three 10`s this time-- oh, well, archery is a finesse sport. We were joined by Joyce and, er, Nedder. My form is improving. I have finally got the thing with the high drawing arm. At last. Walked home with Joyce and the Notorious N.G. partway. After talking to Ned about what I missed in swimming today (laps without breathing!? What is that!) I have resolved to drop the team. I am not competitive. No, not at all-- this probably explains the trouble Ì`ve been having with breathing. This is competitive swimming, jah? Also, I CANNOT come to school really exhausted at 7 am to get yelled at by Mr. Greenberg about how I cannot swim fast enough. This cannot possibly raise team morale, this endless yelling. From Greenberg AND his daughter. So, I will calmly approach Greenberg and inform him of my decision. Yay.
Wore a mini skirt for the first time ever....with fishnet stockings. It has large pleats and is made of red-pink wool. Scandalous. My mother encouraged the wearing of the mini garments-- in fact, she bought me two of them. According to her and the salesperson at Urban Outfitters, I have nice legs. This is good to know. I will save this tid-bit for later when I am upset about myself and muct resort to eating chocolate. But I will say, "Z-girl, have some control! You have nice legs! Don't spoil them now!"
I went to archery today with Connelly. I did okay-- only three 10`s this time-- oh, well, archery is a finesse sport. We were joined by Joyce and, er, Nedder. My form is improving. I have finally got the thing with the high drawing arm. At last. Walked home with Joyce and the Notorious N.G. partway. After talking to Ned about what I missed in swimming today (laps without breathing!? What is that!) I have resolved to drop the team. I am not competitive. No, not at all-- this probably explains the trouble Ì`ve been having with breathing. This is competitive swimming, jah? Also, I CANNOT come to school really exhausted at 7 am to get yelled at by Mr. Greenberg about how I cannot swim fast enough. This cannot possibly raise team morale, this endless yelling. From Greenberg AND his daughter. So, I will calmly approach Greenberg and inform him of my decision. Yay.