It's a Sunday night here in Ann Arbor. I actually got all my homework done. That's quite the accomplishment, considering the year I've been having lately. I still need to catch up with all the math homework I've been missing lately, but there's still time for that. I can't do any more homework tonight. I think my head will explode if I try. My day should be okay tomorrow. Morning practices are over now (considering that the season is practically over), so I can sleep in until six-twenty-ish. Then seven hours of school, then practice, then a trumpet lesson, and home. Not so bad. It could be a lot worse. I just wish my seventh hour wasn't Personal Fitness. That is honestly the worst class in the world. I would rather take Speech again than to take that class. I don't mind Ms. Ohman so much anymore, but I hate her class so much. It just kind of screws my day. I can't believe swimming is almost over. I also can't believe that I worried so much over the summer about it. Why do I always have some sort of worry over the summers? Between freshman and sophomore years, it was what the hell I should do about Charlie. Last summer, it was dread over swimming. Yes, I was convinced I would be terrible. I'm not that bad. In fact, there's a chance I might letter this year. I really hope I do. A varsity letter would help so much for college applications. Also, I kind of want one of those letter jackets. Michael gave me permission today to unstitch his and use it if I get my letter. That would be cool as hell. I'm also looking forward to being able to drink soda again. I don't know why I voted for that. It was kind of hard sometimes. I don't live off of drinks like that, but I enjoy a Coke if we go out to eat or something. Also, shaving my legs is going to be cool, too. Disgusting, I know, but it'll be awesome. We'll have to see what's going to happen to me this week.

I lied. Here I go again. I'm just not able to write so much these days. At least Mom and Dad can't ever find this. Hooray for websites. And the information age. Sometimes I read over sophomore year. It's kind of interesting. I've really grown up a lot. I don't even realize how much I've grown up until I start reading everything. Then I start to get scared because I'm almost an adult and I have to go to college and everything soon. Damn it. So. My life lately. I haven't written anything in a damn long time. The big news is that my life as a swimmer is almost over. Our championship meet is in less than a week. You know, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm really going to miss swimming. Sure, it's a real bitch sometimes, but the people are amazing. I've met so many people just this year. Last night was really fun. We were at the Pioneer meet and Gabby was telling me how sad she was that she and Matt don't talk anymore. I came up with an idea that we should all go to lunch sometime. "Ooh!" she said. "We should hang out after the meet!" I thought it would be a good idea so I called Dad and he let me go. Matt, Gabby, and myself ended up in a twenty-four hour Shake 'N Steak. I had never hung out with Matt before, which is kind of stupid, considering I've known him two years now. We discussed... like everything. Including his little marijuana habit. That's the real reason that I would never date him. I don't go along with that. Drugs are no good. Even weed, the "non-addictive" drug. I don't even like him that way anymore. Sure, he's good-looking, but I don't like him. I haven't had a whole lot of time to think about who I do like, but I've been getting suspicious of myself. I think I'm getting a thing for the guy who sits in front of me in algebra. What can I say? He's freaking hilarious. Really nice dude. I don't want to admit it to myself, but I switched seats in math with Jen because I wanted to sit behind him. Then I made up some crap about my contacts to Ms. Hannan. She bought it. The lady loves me. I'm guessing she won't after I'm done with her. Ms. Warsinske was a far superior teacher. So explain to me why I love that class so much. I think it's because it's fifty-four minutes of constant entertainment. Ms. Hannan is a complete idiot and we have some very... interesting... people in that class. Matt Baxter, for one. David Gessner, Amin (who sits in front of me), and me, who's already taken the class. Therefore, I can correct her when she screws up (which happens a good amount). Math is my favorite class and I've never been able to say that. Ever. I spent the day with Cam. We went to the Minnesota game. We won by a lot. I was getting kind of worried, because they were ahead for awhile, but then Michigan pulled away. Afterwards, we hung out at his house like we usually do. We had lots of fun with the World Series and with Facebook. I had to show him the proof that Bella is dating Luis Anderson again. Facebook is fun for that kind of thing. Okay, I am going to make a commitment to never let that guy show up again within these pages. My freshman flip-out is over. (Took me long enough.) It's amazing how Cam and I have been able to keep going. I was honestly not sure what would happen to us about a month and a half ago. I mean, he loves me! That goes under the heading of "big news". I can feel how much he loves me. He walked me out to my car tonight and we hugged for a long, long time. I could tell he wanted to kiss me, though. Yet we're holding ourselves together. Everything else fell apart. We can't fall apart, too. Not me and Cam. And I thought the drama was over. Shows how much I know. That's all for me. I'll see you later. 'Bye.