Oh, hey! Yesterday and Friday were league meet. It was exciting. I swam PR's in both of my events (200 free and 100 breast). And I placed 8th in the 200 and 11th in the 100 breast. Then yesterday at finals, I moved up to 7th in the 200 and 9th in the 100. It made me happy. I added a second in my 200, but I moved up a place. And I took off a second in the breast and moved up...2 places. So it's all good. Alyssa got 15th in the 100 fly. And she definitely swam it about as fast as I do. That was exciting. Pratima got.... erm, I don't remember. But she did well. So it's all good.
Hmmm. You know what I hate? Valentine's Day. Yep. I hate it. It is a stupid, pointless holiday. Basically, it's an excuse for people to get gifts. It's so stupid. Frankly, if I have a "significant other," I'm not going to prove my love by buying a cheesy card on Valentine's Day. And if I don't, I don't need a stupid holiday to rub it in my face that I'm single. Meh. What a waste of, well, everything. Yeah. So there's my anti-Val's Day rant. Hope you enjoyed it. I'm thinking I'm going to wear all black on it just to show my contempt. Muah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. <- that was an evil laugh, if you were wondering.
So Michelle had her birthday party last night. So we stayed up ridiculously late watching "She's the Man" and talking and playing stupid games like "Never Have I Ever" and the like. It was quality. We are so loud. And also we tell inappropriate jokes more often then I thought. And also, we're really loud. Seriously, there were 10 of us (I think) and we were loud as all get out. It was lovely. And deafening.
Ok, well, I'm hungry and bored. And tired. And talking about my love life, or lack thereof, with Nick is getting old. And I'm jealous that he and Patrick are going to the Chimaira concert. But it's 16 + and there's no way my parents would let me go even if I was old enough or managed to keep that detail from them and procure a fake ID. So I'm thinking food and naptime are in order.
~the supreme ruler of the universe
