Cute cartoon bears grin at me.
A baby floats in the clouds (is it dead?)
Flowers are plenty.
Little puppies play and frolic.
A man apparently named Scott grins at me.


Man, buying toilet paper is weird.

See? I knew what I was doing!

I was the fastest swimmer in the prelims for the 50 freestyle in Sectionals this past summer. When you're the fastest qualifier for finals, you get to pick out the song that is played before your race. I really couldn't decide which song, and ended up picking the muppet "phenomenon" or "mahnanana" song. A lot of people thought I was crazy, didn't know what I was doing.

Oh, but I knew.

Groundhog Day

I noticed that I haven't posted in a while, and here's why:

It wasn't Bill Murray or Star Trek characters who got stuck in a time loop. That's me. Only I'm getting older day-by-day.

I go to school. I swim. I take finals and swim in a big meet. Summer comes, I swim some more and swim in a big meet. I go to school. I swim. I take finals and swim in a big meet. Summer comes, I swim some more and swim in a big meet. I go to school. I swim. I take finals and swim in a big meet. Summer comes, I swim some more and swim in a big meet. I go to school. I swim. I take finals and swim in a big meet. Summer comes, I swim some more and swim in a big meet....... repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat some more.

How I came to this realization? I looked down and saw I'm still wearing my shoes I got in 8th grade, Doc Marten's with the green shoelaces.

So, why should I write down what's already been written? To see what I'm up to, simply look at some older posts. I guarantee I'm just the same now as I was then.

I can't wait to get out of this loop.

Never Left High School.

I decided last week that I was going to be more involved with the activities that go on. As my luck would have it, there was a Halloween dance at Wheeler Farm. I thought, "I don't really like dancing, but I have a good costume." It is a good costume. Just... a very socially awkward costume for a dance. All the other people either didn't dress in a costume, but dressed nice, or dressed up in nice pretty costumes. Like Dorothy from Wizard of Oz, or the girls from Grease, or in 70's outfits. Here's my costume.

It's pretty awesome, except for the feet. I was tripping over them all the time. Other people were also stepping on them, causing me to trip some more. All this tripping and goofiness was enough to remind me of all my awkward moments in high school. Seems I've never grown up or left.

I mostly sat around, watching people dance, because I didn't recognize anyone. Then I remembered:  It was a night where a socially awkward penguin was on the loose.

Gossip

Oh, man. The past couple days have brought me back straight to my freshman year of college. I struggled. I felt like I didn't fit in, and I struggled with many parts of the workouts. Some team members were cruel to me. Luckily for me, I had friends on the team from high school, and I had family close at hand.

Now take that situation, take away the friends and family. What do you have? Very little.

A freshman this year is being belittled and bullied by the sophomore girls and other freshmen. She isn't in the same dorms as everyone else, thus has fewer opportunities to hang out with the others. This, in a sense, has made her the chicken that everyone else pecks. As the upperclassmen, we didn't know this was going on, because we don't live in the dorms, and we don't have any classes with these little girls.

Our little hen finally had a meltdown Saturday, when it all caught up to her. I felt helpless as what to do to help. I gave her all the support I could, and got the other upperclassmen involved. I even had her talk to Coach, and have her realize he supports her. Regardless, she just wants to go home.

I talked to a good old friend today, and she mentioned she hears the swimmers gossip in one of her classes. They don't exactly say anything nice about this girl, but also, they don't say anything nice about our coach! The person who recruited them, gives them a scholarship, gives them an opportunity to be great! And all they do is complain?

So I will take this as a lesson: Beware of what malice the tongue can do, you never know what kind of impression you're making, and who's listening.

Hidden under the stairs

Newspapers with headlines like "'We're on Our Way,' Shout 2 Astros Leaving Moonship,'"and "Hank Aaron Hits Historic Homer," and "Nixon Resigns, Ford to Take His Place."

Small random paintings

Books dealing with accounting, mathematics, art, music, etc.

Children's books, one's title is "Hidden Trapezes."

The American People Encyclopedia, containing events from the 1950s and 1960s. Civil rights, anyone?

Scattered old notebooks filled with meticulously worked out math problems.

My Grandpa and I have a lot more in common than I thought.

On another note, I guess after pulling everything out I released a lot of spiders. Because as I was walking around, every few steps, it'd feel like a wet spot under my bare feet. After the fifth time of this happening, I decided to look at what was making the carpet wet. I bend down to see a crumpled up dead spider.

Can anyone say yuck?