Days of My Life

Tis the day preceding the 26.2-mile Los Angeles Marathon. Excitement, anxiety; anticipation, nervousness; enthusiasm, dread. In short, I can't wait! I really believe that I can do this. Am I ready for the marathon? Heck, the marathon'd better be ready for me! All 26.2 miles of it. Okay, I just finished lunch, and it was good. Now I'm just waiting for the inevitable stomachache that will hopefully arrive sometime before tomorrow morning. Let's see. Today, I shall finish up calc homework (who knows if I'm even going to school Tuesday?), go to the marathon expo at the Convention Center (again because I didn't have money yesterday, haha), and rest. Tomorrow, I shall wake up at...4:20 A.M. and walk to the Miguel Contreras Learning Center on Third Street to take a darn group picture at 5:20 then to run two hours later. Goodness gracious. I haven't woken up so early for anything since...well, EVER! Anyway, then I shall embark on the longest, most challenging journe

I finished Perfect Fifths yesterday, and I love the ending. Considering that that is the final book in the Jessica Darling series, the only book series I have ever and will ever succumb to, I was saddened by the time I got to the last page. Saddened, but pleased. What a book. Ella Minnow Pea might take a while for me to complete simply because, well, it was assigned. But it shall be done by the weekend, since there's testing tomorrow in homeroom and whatever dumb activity that's planned for Friday. In the summer, I shall read a lot of Jodi Picoult's books, starting with the two I long ago acquired from Borders. Then I shall build up my Jodi Picoult collection. Heck, I want a collection of all of Sarah Dessen, Megan McCafferty, and Jodi Picoult's books. Maybe I should go to Borders this weekend. Or amazon.com. Hmm. CST testing is so overratedly pointless. Nobody even really cares about it, seemingly. Fifteen-week grades were due today, which means that there remain fiv

Do I really need permission for every freaking thing I do? Even to run? Really? That's blasphemously outrageous. I forwent today's Dodgers game for a stupid Barrons AP Chemistry book. How sad is that? And it isn't even like I'm reading it or anything. Stupid stupid stupid. I want to go out and RUN. Have I ever mentioned how much I despise staying at home doing nothing the whole day? Reading just makes me so sleepy these days. I don't even know what I'm doing or saying. Never mind.

I don't quite recall the last time I blogged here, but that hardly matters. Nearly gone is the first week of AP exams. I took my first one today, and I only wish that it was my last one ever. Then again, since it isn't, that only means that I have two chances to redeem myself, if not lower my self-esteem even further. Quite frankly, I don't even know why I bothered with calculus. I mean, come on. I'm going to be an English major; English has absolutely, absolutely NOTHING at all to do with mathematics. The only thing that calculus has done to me for the past eight months is lower my self-esteem and confidence. But, here's where the circumstance halts and reverses. I actually like calculus. I just despise taking tests and quizzes. And exams. Goodness gracious. Internalization is a big problem for me. If only I could apply my super memory for vocabulary words to math formulas and methods and chemistry concepts and problems. Since I felt so down in the dumps following