x
beccsaloser
You looked a lot better from far away.
 
so everybody on our team is great

except for Brianna.

 

 

 

in the 4x2 co-ed it went from Brill to me to Brianna to Greg. okay. fine. i had to zoom off from Brill because he's super fast. i don't mean, zoom off. i mean FUCKING ZOOM OFF. but i did. and our hand-off was fine. and we were in first. we were in first all the way to Brianna. because then i had to slow down because i can't just run up right onto her. i could trip or she could trip. that wouldn't be good. at all. so i had to slow down. i'm not saying i wanted to. i'm saying i HAD to. because she's slow. so we were in first all the way to her. then guess what? that's right. dead last. dead. freaking. last.

 

but then she passed to Greg. and then we weren't last.

 

we got 3rd to last.

 

as if that's what we were aiming for or something. but hey. at least it's better than 2nd to last? right?

 

 

 

and in the sprint medley. it went me to Brianna (again) to Jenika to Taylor. or Tayler. i'm not sure but this race was all girls. anyways. first off we were like, 2 seconds late to getting to the other side of the track. that's usually not a problem. but apparently it was. they gave me like, 2 seconds to put in my blocks. which i couldn't even figure out anyways because you had to slide them down instead of pick them up and move them like ours. and once i figured that you had to slide them, i couldn't even get it to slide. they were all sticky. so i was there for like, 3 seconds and then they're like, ON YOUR MARK. i'm like, "okay what the fuck?" i haven't even put my blocks in. at all. but once they say that you can't exactly do anything about it.

 

so first of all. i start on the blocks with my right foot forward.

 

but i had to start with my left foot forward. and not just forward. i mean FORWARD. like my leg was over the line.

 

and i've never started a race with the baton in my hand so that was uncomfortable.

 

and i've never had the baton in my left hand without being able to move it to my right. this was also very uncomfortable.

 

but moving on.

 

so they shot the gun and i went off. i only had to run a 100 so it wasn't too bad. the girl in lane 7 next to me was super fast but i wasn't even a second behind her. so we were pretty much really close to first.

 

but then i passed to Brianna.

 

and this wasn't like last time. we weren't totally ahead of everyone thanks to Brill.

 

so we were last once i passed to Brianna.

 

and then there was the hand-off between Brianna and Jenika.

 

and Jenika's fast. no doubt about that. she's beaten me a few times. she's pretty fast.

 

but she just sucks at Track. like she doesn't know what she's doing no matter how many times you tell her. she also doesn't have any spikes. there's nothing wrong with that. but it's just like, a necessity in track.

 

so i don't know exactly what happened. but we were last from Brianna and the hand-off between them just sucked ass. so we were last some more around Jenika's 200. then she handed off to Tayler/Taylor. i talked to Tayler/Taylor after about it and she said it was fine. but when you're last like that, and it's a 400 to run, there's not much chance to get up to, well, pretty much anything.

 

so we were last. no. not last. DEAD LAST.

 

dead.

 

freaking.

 

last.

 

 

 

and it wasn't because of me. i was either 1st or 2nd.

 

i know it sounds mean. but it's obvious.

 

it's gotta be Brianna.

 
how long will it be till she is nice to me?

September 2008
123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
282930

August 2008
12
3456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930
31

July 2008
12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
2728293031


Older

friends? of course.

And now, for something random...
- Security Level: Low (Public / Everybody) It is 2:11am, and I just...
...
I owe y'all some entries...
- Security Level: Low (Public / Everybody) Don't be shy and say things like...
...
(no subject)
- Fear is pulsing through my veins, I'm ready but still afraid. There's no point in this anymore, ...
...