convivial joy.
Today was hot, like June or July, and humid too. The cross country meet sucked, it hurt really bad. The first mile was good but the second and third I thought my back and or legs were going to give out and I was going to collapse; so that was fun. It’s cool having the hardest course in the district. Hell, region maybe. Anyway. I’ve written three essays tonight, my homework never seems to go away. Ah, what sucks even more, I have to be at Manchester on saturday morning at 5:45 am. fucking are you kidding me. blah. at least we get back late afternoon sometime and not midnight like most invitationals. okay, back to ap spanish lit project. it’s good to be in love.
