smile for me. (:

to prove myself devoted to my favorite track team, glen a. wilson wildcats, i went to the chino track invitational at citrus college on saturday. and stayed.

i had one race around twelve forty-one pm and another one around five o'six pm. -_- i was supposed to run one eight hundred race and a twelve hundred race but i just ran two eight hundred races. (:

except before both of my races started, my ankle was throbbing. but i thought i could just run it off so i sucked it up like a man, shrugged my shoulders and ran.

sweaty, exhausted, no pr and an hour later, a limping right ankle. ._. the one i sprained back in the years, right before eighth grade started. -_-

it smarted so and i couldn't put any weight on it. ._.

so i tied christina's pink sock around my ankle yesterday to keep the bones together but everyone thought it was for decoration. -_-

and i was super tired from limping because we had freshmen orientation yesterday too. -_-

me and my dear asb comrades had to tour the eighth-graders around the whole school. twice, once with cedarlane kids and another time with mesa kids.

me and nicholas gonzales were in charge of the first group because we're NUMBER ONE! heh.

i favor the mesa kids because they were much more tamed. but i think i'm biased because from MESA did i come from! home of the MUSTANGS! (:

but they have to transform from a gallant mustang into a ferocious wildcat (or as nick's saying goes, a wildcat is a ferocious animal!) yes, *rawr*

but then later they started noticing my injury holder or my sock -_- and they all thought i was out of fashion. -_-

and then here my worst nightmare comes. erike n. poomiwatracanont jumps out suddenly and pokes me and scares the fiddlesticks out of me. -_-

and little kids like to play follow the leader so poke me they do. unmercilessly. and even nichoLAS gonzales, my dear asb cabinet associate turns against me and pokes me.

mercy me. pity me.

so when the day was done and us asbers were back in the asb room i was the only one huffing and exhausted. and quite red in the face too. -_-

the little eighth grade boys said they'll remember me and see me next year, blog. HAH. i'll be gone! *glee*

and i lent a boy twenty-five cents because he wanted to buy something to drink. oh dear. i shall never get it back again. ._. it was a shiny quarter too. *sob*

but really, it's okay. i got three shiny quarters back for change today when i went to buy my brace (NOT MY SOCK) at rite aid. (: they were made in two thousand and three.

but it's two thousand and four now. and march thirtieth: happy birthday devon. (: you're eighteen. but I DRIVE! make a wish. *ping*