Paradox

Jesus the Christ.

5:46am

Awake at 5:46am because I can't keep on trying to sleep. Even though I should be sleeping all the way to 6am and waking up even later than that if I could...I was so tired yesterday after not swimming much at all and today I get the pleasure of swimming three events, two of which I am not too taken with. 100 meters of Breaststroke. 100 meters of Backstroke.

This season, my coach was all like "Pick two stroke that are your strongest/ you want to get better at/ you want to swim in Regionals and we'll work on them the most"... Of course, my choices are Butterfly and Freestyle...Butterfly because even though it is tiring, it's beautiful, impressive, and smooth...and Freestyle because...it's Freestyle...It's always been my best. So this meet, I'm not completely sure who entered us helpless swimmers, but I got entered in these events instead. not that I really really really care very much after all, I did say that I didn't mind being put in any event...but it just makes me just a little more nervous. Maybe....Possibly...I don't know...


So today... three events. 50 Fly (YAY!!!) 100 Breaststroke [Yay...] 100 Backstroke [...]
But oh well, the whole meet will be over by tomorrow. And then I'll have the entire day to sleep if I so choose...and this whole cycle of swimming and meets and morning practices will end by the time 12th grade starts. That's a depressing thought...But anyways...I'll probably go do another blog or waste some time on Facebook because she's comin' over to give me a ride...

And Then The World Blew Up

Goal: write a story including these elements: a pterodactyl, a bowl of cereal, some curtains, spiderman on a unicycle and a banana in disguise.

Once upon a time, there was a bowl of cereal named Tyler. Each morning, he would partake in cannibalism. One day when he opened his curtains to let the morning light in, he looked up to see a pterodactyl.

Just then! Spiderman came rolling in on a unicycle and exclaimed "Haha! You can't catch me! You're just a bowl of cereal!!!"

"Au contraire, Mr Spidey!" he said as he whipped off his costume "I am a banana!"

And then the world blew up. The End.

Do the Butterfly

[I don't think you'll care about this but fine, keep reading...]

I think that butterfly is the hardest stroke to do and do well. It's hard because after the first couples lengths, you feel the burn in your muscles and it keeps getting harder and harder to push to the end.

I want to get better at fly. I really want to be fast and be able to do my best. BUT IT'S SO HARD. I'm fine the first 50, I'm okay the second 5o...and after that, I'm basically drowning, last 5o...I'm dead. Dead tired, more like... I feel like I could have been so much better if only I hadn't had that cough and I hadn't missed a little over half of all the practices in May and June. But the time for complaining is over. The time for killing myself, drowning, and working my face off is here.

The thing is, if you have a really really really crappy kick, you're not gonna go very far, unless you have like crazy arms. Also, you won't go very far if you completely forget the fact you have legs...which is me. Yes...I forget about my legs... So now, I have decided that I'm going to pretending that I'm just doing butterfly kick while I'm doing butterfly....so I'm gonna try and forget the fact that I have arms. 'cause you can't really forget your arms during butterfly...it's very hard to forget the things on your side that feel like they keep on gaining weight with every stroke.

I'm really glad I know how to swim. It's easy to impress them non-swimmers...They're all like "OMG! YOU'RE SO FAST" when secretly, you know you're basically last in every race you do.

Dang! My secret's out.


:P

My New Hobby

I wish. I wish. I wish. I think you all know what I wish. I just wish...*sigh*
No way, I am not in anyway complaining...I'm just being very impatient right now. It's just, lately, I have discovered a new hobby of mine. I've always wanted to do this and now that I've gotten a couple of chances to, it's even more awesomer than I imagined it would be. Unfortunately for me, it's kind of hard to do this thing.....anyways..................................................................................................



I really need to start being patient. But OMG!...........................I guess I'll just have to wait and see. :(








































;)

Two is Better Than One?

Oddly Satisfied

In an ideal world, things would always happen perfectly, on their own accord without any effort on our part. Things would just fall perfectly into place easily and without strain, like it was all just meant to be. Well, life's not like that. The world's not like that.If you want something, you have to go get it yourself...There's no waiting around business, a hundred bucks isn't just gonna fall into the palm of your hand...well, rarely so. And I say rarely because even though this is the ideal world we are living in...it's a pretty randomized one, so there are some instances where things like finding ten bucks on the ground happens. Aside from money, there are other things that may or may not occur "randomly". And when I say "randomly", I mean not random at all. I mean, things that you've always wanted to do, but you've just never been able to find the nerve to do it. So...when these "random" things happen, I feel very satisfied.

I'm glad I did it. :)