I--

Everything's--

And all--

Screw this.  I'm done with it.  It just makes me feel depressed.

So swim started yesterday, and I got to thinking about how different everything is this year from what it was last year.

I remember the only reason I joined the team was so that my parents would pay for my vocal lessons.

I remember I had a very bad attitude going into it.

I remember I made friends with the other two girls in my lane on the second day.

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Mph.

Really, that's about it.

My mum went to an Asperger's conference last weekend.  Turns out, while Angie actually has a diagnosable autism-spectrum disorder very close to Asperger's, the rest of us display a lot of traits of it.  Glad to know the name for our issues, Mum.  Turns out, though, that basically everything people got mad at me about had ( Read more... )

I feel like....like....like I want to write something deep and meaningful and poetic.

But I don't know what to write about......

Shit.

I mean, I could always finish "Seconds", but I don't think that's enough tonight.

Hmmmmmmm............

Whatever.  I'll work on it.  Maybe even post it here.....

Again, whatever

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