the best day

It's the one question everyone asks when spring break is over:
What did you do?
I did... nothing. I was bored. I can't even make a list like Carrie's, because the only unusual thing that I remember doing is having spicy food settling in my stomach as I went on a frantic search with Laura for my missing purse and having a large amount of Indians attempting to teach me how to dance as I literally almost broke my ankle in a pair of high heels. Though that would definetly top any chart that I would make if I had anything interesting besides that to put on it.

I'm a bit unsure about the track meet on Thursday. I wouldn't say that I'm dreading it, but I wouldn't say that I'm very excited, either. I'm excited to watch other people race. I'm excited to watch the 4x4. I'm excited because I love the energy that seems to be around meets. I'm excited to wear my spikes again. I am not excited because, admist all of this happiness, I have to race.

This song made me kind of cry, it's called "The Best Day," by Taylor Swift:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sg40FbXFSWU&feature=channel_page

pictures

i put the pictures from carrie's house two weeks ago on my photobucket

photobucket.com/dftba

spring break

Finally, finally, out of the depths of my apathy that borders on desperation, out of the mounds of homework that constantly threatens to overtake me, out of the sleepy, tired eyes and pessimitic mumbles, out of all of that, is spring break.

It could not have come at a better time. I was ready to kill myself because of all the work I had to do, and I have been so tired that it's just pathetic. I am so happy to have a week in which I don't have to do any work but running and I just don't have to do anything but hang out with my friends and be immature.

And, um, by the way... my birthday is next month, and if this could magically appear, I would probably cry of happiness:

track?

so track starts tomorrow.

i don't know whether to be happy or to go jump off a bridge.