smile for me. (:

so we were supposed to get to school at 6:45 AM except according to carlos, i got there at 6:56. -_-

and someone said to me very sarcastically: a little early there, evangeline.

and then someone else said: gosh, do we always have to wait for you?!

but he was just kidding. -_- or at least i thought he was.

and my coach--mr. fessenden gave me that look--that glowering look again. -_-

oh well. i think ONE more person came on board. it was a girl but i forgot her name.

so i wasn't the ONLY person they were waiting for. (: that would've been horrible if everyone was just waiting for me. @_@

the only empty space i saw was next to mr. fessenden or matt medina.

and i didn't want to sit by mr. fessenden because he would either talk about: a) my tardiness, b) how clumsy i am, c) physics because i didn't want to hear anything about that stuff so early in the morning because i was tired.

so i decided to sit next to matt medina.

and i had to say to him: um..can i sit here? because he was half-asleep with a big gray blanket. and he didn't knoe i was talking to him at first so he ignored me. and i felt kind of stupid just standing there. -_-

so i sat next to him and he told me a lot about himself. and i must say that maybe i'm well acquainted with him now. because i used to just see him as: matt medina.

so i talked to christine for an hour. and talked to jams for almost two hours. from seven to ten. and i finished my math and physics homework. *beam*

mr. fessenden almost gave me a heartattack, blog. he was going to make me run two races at 12:30 pm and 4:45 pm.

and i didn't want to spend my whole day at citrus college listening to cheers, roars, loud chatter, yelling, screaming, or LOUD gunshots. and feeling nervous about the race. because it makes me feel like i'm underwater. and i start feeling heavy-headed. @_@

but like lydia says, "it's an experience that you could look back on when you grow really old."

so i ran in a relay with alena, sabrina, and lydia. the order was: alena, me, sabrina and lydia. and we had to run with a baton. it was gold. :) and it gleamed in the sunlight.

we didn't knoe what division we were in so we almost ran in the WRONG race, blog. @_@

so we were running around like panic-stricken madmen because we didn't knoe what to do. -_-

and then our coach finally tells us they moved us up a division so we were in the next race. with the really really fast people. @_@ so we stand on the grass gathering our wits.

and in the midst of all the commotion, i hear someone yelling: evangeline! evangeline! evangeline!

and alena tells me that someone was calling my name.

and i turn to see my father waving both of his arms like a crazy fanatic. in a GOOD way, blog. :)

and alena, sabrina, and lydia exchanged glances and said: is THAT your dad?

and i proudly said: yup! that's my dad. :)

he came to watch me RUN! *beam*

actually he came to pick me up but he couldn't reach me so he came to the track. but he had to pay five dollars to the lady.

this is the FIRST time someone from my family came to watch me run, blog. :)

because they never come watch me run. *sob* i guess crosscountry and track are stupid to them. -_-

just kidding. it doesn't make me feel bad when they don't come because it's JUST running. but i was happy that my daddy came. (:

so we ate in a restaurant in covina that we used to always to go when we lived in covina. it was where we met the magic man. he was christian too. :)

so my daddy was telling me: you always have to remember that i love you.

and out of the corner of my eye i saw the waiter hurriedly walk away because he didn't want to be accused of eavesdropping. :) and i laughed but my dad wasn't amused. -_-

and he continued seriously: never, never, ever lie to me, *pointing to himself* daddy.

and so i solemnly said yes.

and he said: CHEERS! really really loud that everyone turned in our direction. and i cringed.

but he blessed me. (:

so on the way home my father was talking to me about blood types. he said: blood type O can give blood to anyone. but they can't receive blood from anyone else unless they have an O.

and he talked about type AB too. how they could receive blood from anyone but they could only give blood to i think AB. i forgot. @_@

and then he said that blood types can determine our personalities by a test. or DISC.

D = dominating
I = influential
S = stable
C = cooperative

and everyone falls into either one of those categories.

he said: D is usually someone who is the oldest in the family because they are trained to be dominant over their younger siblings.

I is usually the second-born. you are not as dominating but you influence other people's lives.

S is usually the middle child--someone who is a very stable person.

C is usually the youngest because they are the ones who have to cooperate with others and follow instructions.

and i also learned that the two oldest of the family people shouldn't get married or else they'll run into a lot of conflicts.

then christina calls and we find out that my mother, christina, angela, abraham and marianna are eating at the restaurant right next to lollicup. and it was three o'clock. @_@

and so we drove there and ate again. (:

and then i was SO EXHAUSTED, blog. -_- but christina made me watch my big fat greek wedding with her, mimi, and marianna.

and i felt so tired afterwards that i was tempted to be angry at christina. @_@