A story for the Books

so I have been told.It goes as follows:

Alyssa: Awwww man.....
Molly: Did you step in gum?
Alyssa: Yeah...
Molly: People need to learn how to spit their gum in the trash.
Me: Or how to swallow it.
All: (faces of disgust) Eww....
Me: Well, if your not willing to swallow what-
All:(doubled over in laughter.)
Me: you put in your mouth, it should be there to begin with.

I'l ltell it to you in person sometime. It's much better in person, I promise. :)

Philadelphia!!!!

I'm here. Been here a few days already. Already got 1st in our heat and we have our final race today. And even though we've been kicking everybodies butts in these races, the stupid rankings still do not include us.Not only that; but the Lightweight Blog Fight in the Dog will not effing give us the credit we deserve. Basically; we're lucky to be keeping up with'such high quality teams' as this chick puts it. Lucky my left foot, even though between Kay and Lauren they found enough 4 leaf clovers for the entire boat plus one for Steve and Elena and Carla. That's 13 four-leaf'd clovers. Hecks yeah. We're going to show these east-coast floosies what the west coast is all about!

ok

just so you dont' all think I'm being super emo, here's my weekend:

A-W-E-S-O-M-E. Long (but good) row saturday, followed by much responsibilidad para mi y el trailor. I know it sounds really stupid, but being in charge of where the boats went meant a lot to me for some reason. I even think it's strange. Then I had goo hang out/nap time with John and Jarvis while they played scarry games. Then a great double-dinner-date with Jarvis and Sarah, then triple-movie-date with John's cousin Nicholas and his gal Amanda. SPIDERMAN 3!! Hecks yeah! It was a great movie, and John's Wild Hogs. Confuse? Lets go back to 5th grade. I am to Wild Hogs as John is to Spiderman 3. Like: Jump is to exciting as Scream is to frightening. Get it? No? Ask your Mr. Scambellari. All-in-all my weekend was great until it came to a scretching halt this evening. :( I certainily wish it hadn't.

It hurts because

I love and look up to him. I know we dont have the best relationship, but he just doesn't seem to get it. I don't know how to make him understand, and it hurts everytime. I wihs it would stop but I'm not willing to let go. I still have hopes of smoothing it over in the end, it's just sometimes I dont think he does.

I wish you didn't miss me the way that you do. It will kill me if I have to be the one to tell them no. It will kill me if you make me and I don't. When did I go from your 18 year old, back to your 12? When was I projected back in time? I thought you were 20 once too, but I guess you've forgotten. I'm trying to do better than you for you, but it's not good enough. I wish you could just be proud of me for what I am trying to do, and not be disappointed with the way I am trying to handle it.

But I still love you, and that's what hurts the most.