I'm excited. I'm a teenager now. I feel so grownup.
Grownup
Grownnup.
Actually I don't feel anything. I haven't felt a thing. Its like a story I once read in school called Eleven. You don't really feel different on your birthday. And something about the poor girl turning eleven, but a crusty smelly sweater was forced on her because he teacher thought the sweater was hers, but it wasn't in the end. A really sad story I think. I'm going to start to list things. Gosh I wish I was turning 11.Back in the day... I remember how horrible my 10th birthday was. No one came, out of the 11 or so I invited, 4 came, and one wasn't even invited. That was when I didn't know Audrey and Deanna so well...
Oo darn it, I printed the same document twice. Whoops.
And this morning, I had the last meet of my 12 years of age, and I did poorly. *Sigh*I really wish that I was younger. :'(. I can reminiscence the days before today. I usually am happy on my birthday, but I guess the disappointing results in my swimming really made me feel bad. I swam the fastest that I could, but still couldn't do it. Has Michael Phelps felt this way before? Has he ever added time?!? I guess I view him as a super being, hard to believe that he was once like us! God... I spell checked using the spell checker twice and each time I checked, I typed at least 9 words wrong. I just get the right letters (sometiems) but I jumble the words all up in my head. I think the swim meet has really made me feel terrible. I havent been doing well lately. Ah well, blog tomorrow. Monday is my birthday and also my last away game for softball. I wish i will do well., who knows. My mindset it all crapped up. Writecha l8ter!

Posted by Linda @ 7:51:00 PM

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