I actually had an relatively stress-free week. it was only 4 days, after all. I thought it was going to be completely stress free, but things never work out perfectly, no? It’s definitely good enough for me, haha.
I just had a hard chem test and a math test that i thought was going to be hard, and an english essay that i typed up the night before all due on the same day. yeah, that night was a fun one. the chem test was hard, i probably got a B. the math test was easy as crap, it was only 10 question! and i flubbed the essay. We read some in class on thursday (people brought in food and we sat in a circle!) and mine was just terrible. terrible. that’s not going to be a good grade.
oh and formal? stuff went down. friend LN….’christian’ friend LN. she gave a lap dance and hooked up with her date on the way there, they ditched each other at the dance, where she grinded every guy. hooked up with DC. gave him and another guy a lap dance on the way home, and hooked up the rest of the way. half my friend have hickeys.
and you know what else? even the leaders of the FCA club hooked up. and grinded. i couldn’t believe it! on the run, they were exchanging stories, and they were proud. i was so disappointed that people who i looked up to to stay strong in my faith would do something like that. it was incredible.
i went running every day this week! but i did ‘sprint’ training. to tell the truth, i didn’t don’t mind what i do as long as i’m not wasting my time, because i have to practice piano (panel in 1 week! ahhhhh!). and i didn’t work out with them on monday (i went distance, which was a waste of time, because they took it easy and we did 3 miles. 15 minute pace.) and on tuesday and thursday when i did go with them, they were too sore to even do stairs! it was so stupid. everywhere i went we did nothing, AND i wasted precious time that i could have spent playing piano. thursday i went distance, and we did a 15-20-15 tempo run. everyone else did a 7 mile with a 4 mile tempo. ugh. coach put me in the slow group, even though i’m so much faster than all the other girls in the other group (forget about the upper jv, they did a an 8mile with 4 minute surges…). but i got my way, haha, because i went with the guys who are around my speed anyway and i got in a good maybe 7 minute mile tempo…i talked to this freshman guy the entire time (we left everyone else behind) and he was actually really nice. he was one of those people that are really easy to talk to, because all you have to say is ‘mhmmm’ or ‘really? cool!” and they can go for days. which is just perfect for running, because you are tired and it takes your mind of things.
and today we had off, because is prez weekend. i woke up nice and early and hit the roads by 7:40 for a nice long (for me, at least) run. the team was doing a recovery run, and there was no way i was going to show for that. i was worried i was going to see them, but i didn’t. i ran all the way to the nearest shopping center and back. it was 7.4 miles, and i ran for about 70 minutes, and that’s with TONS of uphill…probably a 9:40 or so mile…that’s pretty good, because i was barely tired! not bad for a 2nd week back.
felt nice and refreshed, did some homework. made pancakes with my brother. we joked and laughed and fought over the pancakes. it was nice, because i haven’t really done anything fun or let loose in a long time. stalked popular gorgeous people on Facebook to see what social lives they had (ironic, because the reason i don’t have one is so i can practice piano more, yet i sit there on Facebook…). especially the cheerleader KC. she is so amazingly pretty i want to diiiieee. this isn’t natural.
i’m a horrible person, but remember when i used to do homework in the media center with the cheerleaders? well, once, KC left with two other girls. the girls left were telling me about how they felt bad for KC because she used to be best friends with one of the girls that left, but that the when they hit high school and that girl met the other girl that left, they were instant best friends and KC got left out. They said she always sort of followed them and was the 3rd wheel. I was so shocked because i know this is stupid but i always thought perfect people were…well, you know. perfect. it was nice to know that perfect people aren’t perfect, and they get left out and insecure, too.
in english, when we were reading the essays (they were personal narratives), there was one that a popular girl had written. it was about how she had been suicidal and cut herself. i cried. But that was encouraging for me, because sometimes i feel that way too, and it was nice to not feel alone.
but then there were really funny ones, too. like the one about a guy singing the national anthem for extra credit in middle school, but puberty took over and his voice cracked every 5 seconds, but how he persevered through it. the funniest thing.