smile for me. (:

so we had our crosscountry home meet at schabarum park today, blog.

i was running late again and jorge ortiz too so we decided to drive there (we were supposed to run) but it was past two-thirty--the time we were supposed to arrive there. @_@

so we walk to my car and jorge stands there waiting impatiently for it be unlocked. except he tries to open it when i open mine because he "thought it was automatic" but my car's not automatic. -_-

so i have to reach over to unlock the door and he sits in the car and i tell him to open the window and he exclaims: i have to ROLL down the window too?!

and so i have to warn him that my car doesn't have those automatic nice locks and window stuff but it's a decent car because it's up-to-date.

but i forgot to tell him that the seatbelts are automatic and he had a fright when the seatbelts moved. (: heh. oh well. my car isn't THAT bad--it's just steph's hand-me-down. (:

so i found that jorge didn't pass the first time on his driving test. heh. that means i must be a better driver than he is, blog. (: just kidding.

but he kept complaining about the car. -_- erhg. he has such high maintenance--maybe he should marry christina.

so we parked at el torito because we weren't supposed to drive to schabarum and while we were crossing the intersection i remembered that i forgot my shoes in the car so i had to run back and get them so i was super super late.

but at least i didn't have to do push-up position (: it's our punishment if we're late to practice. and i've been doing push-up position everyday before practice. -_-

but sometimes i can't help being late because i have to finish my photo assignments for photo and take pictures for journalism since i'm double-registered.

and i always work super hard and "give my one hundred ten percent" when we practice. @_@

nevertheless, i must strive to keep my new years resolution in being on time.

so i didn't pr; i disimproved. -_- i was too tired; i had three hours of sleep, blog. shh don't tell my mother or she would be mortified that i ran under three hours of sleep.

while we cheered for the jv boys, i dropped my cell phone (his name is edgar) twice in the dirt and one time on the edge of the mountain hill and i was super scared that i would lose him forever but kristine rescued him for me. (: thanks kristine. *hug*

so i really super wanted to join football, blog.

honestly, i want to join football.

i've wanted to since sophomore year.

but i never did because my parents would hear none of it and i suppose i wasn't brave enough.

junior year i was too busy and in the beginning of this year i forgot.

but i remembered after watching the football players.

i detested the way that it was all boys on the football team. and that there was only one girl on the football team last year, a freshmen jackie sarmiento. i admire her.

i didn't like the way people said that girls can't play football. ._.

girls can do as much as boys can do, right blog?

besides, i like football. (:

so the first person i told was shugo; he sits by me in english. (:

his eyes opened wide and big, then he said: i double dare you to ask the coach.

and i told him that i didn't need a double dare because i was already going to ask.

that time it was only five weeks into football.

so i was trying to look for coach oviedo and bill hsu told me i could still join because seniors had priority in joining and jorge ortiz got in just two weeks ago.

except scores of people discouraged me from joining football, blog. -_-

drew didn't even let me finish my sentence. he just stood up and yelled at me in borders in front of everyone and told me to be realistic because those other football players were three times my size and that i didn't have time to play and i'd be dead tired since i don't get enough sleep anyway.

maybe some of them are but not all of them are, blog. -_-

steph was adamant about me not joining because she said i didn't have to prove myself and she said i would be trampled by those big boys.

and chriseley and jordan discouraged me somewhat. -_-

and christina called me stupid. and just exclaims: i can't believe my sister...

and jojoe and danny just laughed really hard. it's so sad because sometimes during the whole class period all they do is mock me and laugh and laugh until they choke in their laughter.

sidenote: mr. mackey's (my dear photo teacher) name is changed to mr. mickey because he said he won't respond to that name.

so i was studying at borders again. drew was there already. and andy and victor and louis came. and jojoe arrived. -_-

and we studied except i had to plan for christina's birthday so i called up her friends and planned and after in the middle of the phone conversation jojoe marches up to me and demands why i'm talking on the phone when i'm supposed to be studying at borders--like he was my father. -_- not even.

then at nine-thirty the borders cafe was emptying so he said "let's go" so i just followed him out except he took my keys and my pen cap.

but my pen cap was in his pocket so i take it out and i accidentally took out his nickel. and he gets hysterical and tells me to put his dime back.

but i didn't have his dime; i had his nickel.

and he went crazy and he said put the dime back into my pocket!! and i was so exasperated because it WASN'T a dime it was a NICKEL. -_-

dear jojoe is the most exasperating boy i've ever met i think. he's even worser than jordan. @_@