Excerpt after the Track Meet:

This is pretty cool: I just got a personal record (PR) running the 1600m at Analy. I was feeling sick, coughed up stupid green monsters before and after the race, but still managed to get a personal record of 5:38. I would have ran faster than that even . . . the last hundred meters was a race between me and a boy from Analy. I almost kept in front of him, but some stupid idiotic girl from the El Molino team ran out to say hello to her boyfriend, like a total idiot, and blocked lane one on the track. I nearly ran into her, and it cost me one or two seconds, which cost me the race. I lost by one tenth of a second to the Analy boy. I am fully capable of blaming her, so I will do so. I am very happy with my performance, and I really don't feel too bad right now either.

Liz didn't show up at swing dancing last night. I am pretty disappointed. I had fun dancing and talking with Amanda though, she's always been really cool to hang around. She's really funny too, because most of what she says has to do with sex, or she can at least tie it back into sex in some way, so I felt like a pervert all night - it was really fun.
I think the best part of last night was that we all danced to the Pink Panther theme song. It was really cool!

--Later--

The title is a joke Merlin thought up today when I told him about the track meet. He was over from about 3:30 to 10:30. His mom was doing business in Forestville, and we felt like hanging out, so he came over. We played video games, as is our tradition, but we also went up to the school and were hanging out for what I think was one and a half to two hours. It was really cool - we played a really awesome game of basketball, where neither of us kept score, where we both had fun talking about things - me about Liz, about all sorts of little things, and him responding, listening, and being thoughtful. That's one great thing about Merlin - he's just a really thoughtful guy. For example, when he left the house today he thanked my mom, and complemented her dinner. People don't do that enough nowadays, and sometimes I find that I'm a little lonely being one of the few people who still does it. It's good to see there's still some people out there that were/are being raised correctly, that have a sense of manners, and that still know how to have fun.

I'm looking forward to seeing what I'm going to be able to run in the future. If I keep pushing myself hard, I think I could break into the 5:20 range by the end of the season.

I'm looking forward to Santa Barbara, but I'm going to miss being able to see my friends, being able to write my journal's on here, etc. etc. I'll probably be writing journals on hand and then inputting them later on, when I get back. I'll try to keep a journal every night talking about the sorts of things I did, and the adventures I had running along the beaches, etc. etc.

I talked to my mom about packing things today . . . she always is very geared on bringing a lot of things that she thinks are "necessary" when we go places. I think vacations should be adventures where a person leaves behind his natural belongings, or takes those that are necessary. We seem to pack the car full, which makes it tons of fun, but less of an amazing experience. I must admit though, it's always more pleasant materially. I don't know if any of that made much sense, but it's my train of thought at the moment.

I'm going to start trying to work out my upper body more vigorously. I've also got to change the things I'm eating. I need to start eating foods with high protein so that I can have more muscle mass . . . I think I'd be stronger and fuller if I had more protein in my diet, but sadly I do not.

I spent a good amount of time writing back and forth to Jennah today. She's still fun to talk to, but I don't feel the same way I used to about her. Actually, her, Halley, and Omega are all extremely good looking, especially for their age. Too bad they are all unwilling to "try new things" as it were . . . oh well, I require an aggressive woman with a shy side . . . perfection.

I'm feeling a ton better since I coughed up a bunch of those green monsters. And to tie back to Merlin's joke: blaster master was a game where you shoot little green space monsters and they explode.

Take care my friends.

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