I'm Not Proud, Take 2

Hello Fuzz.

I'm really really REALLY annoyed. You see, I JUST wrote "I'm Not Proud", and accidentally clicked the wrong button, thus deleting my 20 minutes worth of writing. -.-

Anyways, let me try again. I'm going to write about the past several days (sorry for being MIA).

First, on april 21, I ran in another track meet. Long jump was er long jump (still terrible at it). I ran the 4x100m relay, the 400m dash, and the 200m dash. My team didn't do so great in the 4x100m relay. O well. In the 200m dash, I got 1st in my heat, with a time of 1:13.42, winning by .02 seconds. I'm proud mainly because 4 days prior to this meet, I ran a pathetic 1:18-something. Which is REALLY bad. In my 200m dash, I apparently (as Ross and Kyle said) "destroyed my heat". In other words, I got first... By a LOT. :) Unfortunately, the track was asphalt, which is really hard on the shins, joints, etc. Also, I already had shin splints, which if you've ever had them, you feel my pain. The meet went well though :)

This past weekend, I went to D-Now, which is a church retreat held and hosted by my church. My sister, 2 of my friends, and I were, though we're highschoolers, put in the middlschool girls group. This is because a) there weren't many middleschool girls b) my youth leader thought we were "good role models" c) knew that we wouldn't complain (no matter how immature/annoying some middeschoolers are). I'm actually somewhat glad I was put with them. You see, I don't like a lot of kids in my grade either, and since they were all super popular (the other girls in the group I should have been in), I would have been misreable. Anyways, D-Now is an amazing experience, and is an amazing time to connect with God. We always have a speaker, usually Ron (I'll tell you about him later), and a band (performed by college students this year). It's just, well, amazing. It's hard to describe. You can just feel God's presence there, ya know? Anyways, the video scavenger hunt (we do a scavenger hunt [which we record] all around town) was fun. The only problem I had with it was that my group scripted the whole thing (which makes it look like a terrible attempt at being funny), as well as we didn't complete it with complete strangers (which is the best part :P) It was still fun. Also, 80's "prom" was amazing. Almost everyone dressed up this year. I wore my mom's old dress (from the 80s). Anyways, in conclusion, it was AWESOME (even though I was sick the whole time without any decongestant).

On monday, however, I wasn't proud. AT ALL. I pulled. I admit defeat. I'm ashamed, embarassed, etc. It wasn't any hair from the head, nor did I pull much (maybe 10 or so hairs). But still. I've decided that I'm NOT going to start over though. I'm going to say that I'm still currently 117 days pf. Why? a) I was hopped up on nyquil for the first time EVER (let's just say you "get out of it" It makes you loopy). b) it was late and I was sick and tired. I know these are pathetic excuses, but o well. I should've had a hat on. I should've printed out my tips list. I shouldn't have stayed up so late. I should've tried harder. I am forgiving myself though, and this CANNOT happen again.

Well, I've got to get started on homework (I'm loaded with it), so goodnight! I'll try to be more consistant with my journaling/blogging.

God Bless!