SO, HAI THAR GAIZ.


This Saturday was a track meet (when will I EVER have a Saturday to myself?! ... Never?! What?! D8 ), and for those who don't live in the DC area, let me tell you, Saturday SUCKED.
IT WAS 90 DEGREES OUT!!
90!! AND DRY!! IT WAS LIKE BEING IN CALIFORNIA ALL OVER AGAIN!
No more Santana Winds... pleeeeease...!

So, I was outside from 7:30 to 6:00 that day. In bright sunshine. With not a single cloud. =_=
I was not a happy dungeon dweller.
Also, that weekend was prom and since I'm still such a li'l thing, I'm not quite old enough to go to prom (because anyone inviting me would be social suicide, don'tcha know. =B). Now, because of prom, OVER HALF OUR TEAM WAS GONE. AND THAT MEANS ALL OF OUR GOOD PEOPLE WERE GONE OR LEFT EARLY. That meant, in an act of desperation, the coaches stuck *le gasp!* other people that aren't graduation this year in!
So I was in discus (splee!), shot (ugh.), the Swedish Spring Medly (A 200m, 100m, 100m, 400m baton race. I ran one of the 100's), and the FRICKIN' 4X400 RELAY!!
Whyyyyyyy...~?!
See, I'm terribly out of shape endurance wise. I'm bulkin' on the muscle and the explosive power like crazy, and I'm one of the team's fastest girls (top four or something like that), but running a 400?! That is the HARDEST RACE in track! Pretty much every coach agrees on that! Why?! It's a whole lap of straight on, full-out sprinting .


And need I remind you it's the last race and I'd been in the sun all day .

So, how my day went.
I threw shotput first, which is okay, I can do it, but I suck at it. There's freshman better than me. Which, heck, she can take my spot ANY day! =O But, actually, I threw well that day. 22 ft exactly. Now, that's really, really sad, but it's better than I normally through
Then came discus

I love discus. It's just... one of the most beautiful and moving things out there when a perfect through is executed and that shining piece of soul glides through the air over 100 feet...~
So, I spent most of the day watching discus (dude, discus throwers are some of the hottest guys ever. ) and then when I threw, I threw 77'2"!!! I'm so frickin' proud, you have no idea!! Now, the winner threw 109', and my best last year was 77'6", but this has been a really rough year for me (I've been lucky to throw above 60' ). Basically, my coaches weren't too good last year, but my mom has been working with me one-on-one lately and it's improved me so much.

77 feet! I'm back on track, and my future is bright!


And then came the Swedish medly... Okay, seriously, if they had put me in the 200, we would've won. The girl we had was so SLOW! Also, she doesn't know how to pass a baton... Actually, no one did... so that was another drag... We got last place, but it was close. Really, really close! Everyone was within 50m of each other! >.<

Aaaaand... I got out of running the 400! Yay, for sucking! 8D You see, all our runners (you mean out of the ten we had?!) were dead beat tired. And the meet had been running late (it was aroun 6, the meet was supposed to end at 3), so our coaches threw the race and we went home.

Anyways...
...
77 FEET!!


Okay, okay, sorry. I had to just explode my joy.
It was funny, though. The coach of a rival school, Coach Butler, he and my mom have been getting buddy-buddy because they're both so passionate about discus and they've been running the ring together. So, Butler keeps trying to get me to transfer to his school. He thinks I've got real potential (since I'm so fast and tall and other stuff) and I'm easy to coach. xD;; But he also kept trying to set me up with his thrower boy. o3o And, sure, he's cute (gorgeous blue eyes, LAWL) and really, really sweet and all, but he's shorter than me and I can't handle that... When are all the high school boys going to take that magical growth spurt?! >:U
... lolawl... "If MY daughters were in high school I'd DEFINATELY WANT THEM TO DATE HIM."
"... Coach Butler, are you implying something...? o3o"


Ahhhh... It feels so good to get over depressions. <3

Ad Vitam Aeternam

After meeting the daper young gentleman magician, Fynn, our group is given a new headway: The Southern Country. There, Fynn says, they'll find a witch more powerful than most and who can definately heal the tracker wounds on their hands.
But what our group doesn't know is that the manipulative and determined Carmen and the psychotic and Sam-obsessed Evron are waiting for them in the city.
And when a spat between Derek and Sam drives the group apart, Sam is cast out into the dangers of night, alone and susceptible to the outreaching hands of hell...


You don't know how excited I am for the next couple of chapter! I've got them all written and everything...
Buuuut... I'm running out of drawing ideas.
So, if ANY OF YOU OUT THERE COULD THINK OF ANYTHING I COULD DRAW, OR YOU WANT TO MAKE A REQUEST FOR A CERTAIN CHARACTER, THAT'D BE SUPER-DUPER!!


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