Eep!

Ok, first off, I would like to apologize for the last couple of posts, e.g. the Love is stupid one and the coming back from the dead one. You must think I am SO messed up. Which, actually, I am. But that's ok, right? I really shouldnt rant and rave to you about my life issues. It's not right, is it?

But anyways.

I have another swim meet tomorrow. Against....Longfellow? Natick Longfellow? I think. Well, I'm not AS nervous. I'm still nervous [[comes with the whole good/average swimmer package]] but not AS nervous as I was when it was against Westboro cos Westboro is, well, good! And well, according to Tiffany, Longfellow isnt all that sharp. Yay!

Oh. That was rude. Sorry all you Longfellow swimmers out there. Not my fault that my team pwns more than yours and we kick some serious a--.

OOH and AFTER the meet, me and Tiffany and sisters are going to see HP 5!!! Holy ----!!! Yes!!!

But that means I have to kick some SERIOUS SERIOUS a-- so I deserve the movie. Its one of my things. Like, the movie is the reward. Of course, even if I do suck, I go to the movie anyways. I just cant enjoy the movie theater experience.

I know what youre thinking. You're thinking "This girl is a freak!".

Ok. I admit it. I am. A freak, I mean.

I think I need to be a little clearer on what you can call me. Most people call me Alex, cos thats my name. No duh. You can also call me E. My swim team homes call me that, because everyone on swim team has a pastry name. E is short for English Muffin. Since when was english muffin a pastry?? It's a breakfast food. But whatever. A name I made up for myself is AKA. It stands for A-- Kickin Alex. Yes, I know. Very RAWR. :D And NO CALLING ME ALEXANDRA OR FREAK OR MORON OR A COUPLE OF OTHER WORDS I CANT SAY ON THE ACCOUNT OF YOUNGER READERS.

My mom signed me up for tennis. Here is our conversation:

Mom: Alex, I signed you up for tennis.
Me:
Mom: I was hoping it would prevent you from gaining weight, considering all the chocolate covered raisins you eat.
Me:
Mom: I hope this isnt a problem for you. You'll still be able to go to writing class and swimming, because the camp ends at 3:30.
Me:
Mom: (getting annoyed) Well, is this a problem for you? Because if it is, I can cancel it and you can run 5 miles everyday!
Me: (mortified) Uh, no, this isnt a problem for me. Not at all.

Parents. Really. I think my mom missed the "How not to make your kid suffer" class. Yeesh.

I really hate it when people say "Just say the word". What word do you want me to say, huh? Retard?

I really wish I could manipulate fire. That would be awesome, eh?

--Alex [[is going to tennis camp on Monday...]]