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 Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:54 am
So, I joined the swim team monday. I don't really know if I wanna stay, because everytime I go I feel the beginnings of an athsma attack coming on. I'll just keep going. I don't wanna look bad. >_<; I really like it and all.
Oh, and then. After two days of practice, today I come down with the stomach flu. So I probably won't be going till next week. At least I attended the minumum. >_<; Guh.
Then there's my friend who is being stupid. He's just standing around like a tard waiting for this girl to notice him (romantically) and instead of taking the steps himself... he wants me to. I told him that he had to do some of it himself, considering it's his feelings. It sucks helping him because he's stubborn, and I'd be helping him right into the arms of someone else, when I like him. xD I'm pretty sure the girl doesn't like me much, though. I have two or three classes with him, see him in the mornings, and eat lunch with him. And he's my only real friend. Guuuh. Dramadramadrama.
I forgot high school had this much drama, but. XP I guess I'll get used to it again.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 11:37 am
I kinda know how you feel about the swim team. I joined the adult choir at the church I was going to my junior or senior year of highschool. I only went to a few rehersals because I'd come home from them and my throat would HURT. The soprano section was singing too high and I can't sing alto either. So much to my then frenemy (who was also in that choir)'s charign I quit. I wasn't terribly happy with it, but my throat was.
Your friend's acting like a god damn panda. Club that seal and drag him off cave woman style. Let stockholm syndrome do the rest.
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