Okay... The quote was from Juice's profile... For some reason I'd C&P'd it into wordpad, without putting who it was from. *shakes head*Yeah, yeah... My blonde is showing. I get you.

Oh man... i forgot to write about my screwy adventures with Shamus yesterday! It was insane! During Auto, Durrigan told me and Shamus to go slip the wires on this car, strip them, then put these clips on them. Then he sent Shamus off to get his car, and started loading me up wiht tools, then told me to go tothe parking lot, take a right, and before the curve, there'd be a marron Chrysler with a black truck in front of it. So, I hoist up my battery pack and head out to the parking lot. Little did I know that he meant, go -out- of the parking lot, and it'd be on the street. So... Me and hsamus looked ofr the car i the aprking lot, and when we couldn't find it, we went back inside, and Durrigan yelled at us, then gave us more instructions. So we figured out what he meant, and went to the car.

So, we're at the car, right? I strip the wirse, and we're looking at the clips, and all of a sudden, it dawns on us. Oops... We were suppsoed to bring that battery that was on the charger, to the car, huh? LoL Oops... So Shamus went back, because he was less afraid of getting yelled at again then me, and got the abttery. By the time he;d gotten back, I had gotten most of the stripping done and etc. So, we hooked up the battery, and all that. Then Shamus tells me that we have to bring it back to hte school. So... We jump the battery from his car, and with me driving his car and him driving the POS, we head back to school. By now, it's taken us about an hour to get everything done. So... We're already late for class. We get the thing abck to the schooll and he leaps out, yelling about, "Oh my GOD!! That thing has no brakes!!! I was usig the ebrake the whole way here!!!" And I was laughing about how "I couldn't see anyhting!! That "thing" was putting out clouds of black shyt so bad!!" So, we go to get back into the garae, and it's locked. We head in through the childcare room isntead, and Ms. Sandstrom is looking at us like we ahve three heads. No worries. We head abck to the garage and tell Durrigan his car is here, and he jsut looks at us again, like we ahve three heads... "You brought that car back ehre?" "Uh... yeah." "You drive that car over here?" "Yeah." "I don't know whether you guys are jsut plain stupid, or... I jsut don't know!" And he starts laughing, obviously so thrilled with us. So, we laugh a bit, and start telling him what had happened on the way over, and he's cracking up!


So, after that, I guess the GGT'ing in Smithfield jsut wasn't as much fun as it used to be. I need to go hang out with them. But, I have no riding for the next few weeks, and I have no gas, so... it's not looking good for hanging out. LoL Gtg Work time!

"I awoke form my slumber with an urge to move on with my life. So I walked. After I while I found I'd ended up where I began."

Well, I stole this from someone's profile. I not quite sure who's but... eh, whatever! I really liked this quote; it seems to sum up exactly what I'm feeling at the moment. People go through life and one day wake up to realize that they came full circle to the beginning. It's not a bad thing, but I think that if you're to realize this early on in life, then maybe you can enjoy yourself more all the way through life. And maybe I'm full of shyt. Guess we'll never know, but I find that my life (if not someone else's) is like one of my stories. As I write, the story unfolds, and if it goes someplace I don't want it to, I can't stop it. It jsut keeps going in the direction it wants, until it gets so complicated, I jsut ahve to stop and take a break. I can't handle it anymore. So, I end up at the beginning, start writing again, and once again fall to pieces. *smiles* But each time you begin, it's like a brand new day. Awesome!

Anyway... I really want to do well in the glorified frisby and running in track this year. So... the links below are to pages that I need to read and work on, so I can improve my technique as well as other things. I'm going to work on my knee in the gym this year, becuase it's getting wobbly again, and I don';t want to hit full speed then come crashing face down into the cement track... Not my idea of a good time, if you get my drift. LoL So, I'm going with Michael Poisson to the gym in school affter school with Mrs. Demasco. Get in shape for captains' practices. Woot. Anyway... Night!

http://www.canthrow.com/articles/speed-training.shtml

http://www.hotcirclecoaching.com/articlejprightleg.html

Well... welcome back! I'm writing once again! I jsut wanted to write down that I watched a movie yesterday while I was feeling not so well, and well, it really struck home. It was about a girl who was raped by a guy in her school, hwo was the football star, etc. And then, after she told what had happened, his friends and basically the whole school, moved against her. It reminded me of the incident that ahppened in this school. I don't ahve a clue who was to blame for it, whether Sullie led him on, or whether FS (Football Star) did what the newspapers said.

And now that I've watched what happened, it's sparked in my head the quetion of whoa... The things that happened in that movie were remarkably similar to what happened in this school. So like, in fact, that I'm more inclined to beleive the latter scenario. What a scary thought. Perhaps, jsut as that girl said i nthe movie, "Maybe we thought that if what you said was true, then we would ahve had to face up to the fact that we were sluts, too..." Perhaps instead, it was, in this school, "If what she says is true, than crime, serious crime, really can happen her, too." We're such a small town. We've always thought that Burrillville was the safest place to live. If rape can happen in this town, then what else can happen?

And I was reading something the other day in a magazine for girls; it struck in me what I've alays wodnered. Guys and girls were asked if they would do certain things in certain places, and the results came back that guys simply didn't ahve to worry about the same things that girls did. Whereas a guy wouldn't worry about going off alone in a city and jsut walking on the street, a girl would worry about rape, molestation, mugging, etc. How sad is that? I htink thatI'm going to start karate lessons as soon as I get money. Just so, if I should ever need to, I can defend myself. Or at least give myself a chance to get away should anything happen.

Back to the rape thing. I had a dream once, in hte ngiht of three dreams, and in it I was raped. I looked it up in a dream book and it said that I had a subconscious need for violence, for rough sex. I think that's bullshyt. That was a night of death. I was scared out of my mind. I think it was a conscious fear of being forced to do things I didn't want to do.

I can't even imagine what Sullie went through. And I feel really guilty about what I said to her at Lil General. Even as I was saying it, I was thinking, "Oh shyt... this isn't coming out right... Oh shyt." I hink I'm going to send her a card, mayhbe through the mail. Send it to her house. Because I wouldn't blame her if she never came back... *sigh* ALl I can say is that I'm really glad that she seems to have a nice boyfriend now, and she's looking okay. I was actually really happy to see her that night, and when I heard what was coming out of my mouth, I wanted to smack myself. Ugh... Duh Abby-ness.