There is so much I have to celebrate for. Once again I'm dreaming of that little button that I could just press and transfer my thoughts down onto this journal entry with, but that's impossible for now. Friday was one of the most amazing days of my life. Friday is a day that some teenagers just dream of having. It had action, drama, suspense, and romance. I really don't think it could have been a better day.

I got a call from Debbie at the Church complaining that I hadn't been doing a very good job cleaning it on Thursday afternoon. I don't think that it was necessarily true, but it bothered me all night, and all through Friday, and bothered me so much that I went over there and cleaned every nook and cranny so well that it took me nearly two and a half hours to clean the sanctuary, and another hour and thirty minutes to clean the rest of the church. I suppose that's just the sort of person I am.

Anyway, Friday was a day of distress and suspense. On Thursday night after Open House my Mom told me that Mrs. Trombetta had told her that there were rumors spreading that I had cheated in the election. There was rumor that people were voting for me twice, and there was rumor that my mother had left a machine on Betta's answering machine taunting her or something along those lines, saying "My boy's a good boy . . ." etc. etc. The entire thing was totally ridiculous - they were threatening to disqualify me because people had been campaigning in one of the history classes for me. My mother didn't let me call and talk to Mrs. Trombetta that night, so I wrote down nearly a page of my notes and arguments because I was so frustrated that I didn't think I'd be able to sleep.

Along with all this, Liz was supposed to get her cancer results on Tuesday, and the doctor still hadn't called her. This had both her and myself very nervous. First thing in the morning on Friday I walked into Mrs. Trombetta's office, but she said she didn't have time to see me and she'd send me a call slip first period. Five period went by until she actually sent it. Either way, Friday went on - I had a mighty stress headache. I was sure I was going to lose the election - everyone was saying it was so close, and that Betta was starting to pull ahead in the votes, and all these other things. They decided to have Seniors vote, for the first time in nearly 20 years or so. To be honest, I thought it was being rigged because I really don't know all that many seniors, and I just figured the election was being played with by the powers that be. During fifth period (Math, a really bad period to be pulled out of), I got Mrs. Trombetta's call slip. I was excited to have it, but anxious, and nervous to go see her. I felt prepared though, and I was looking forward to getting my feelings off my chest. She explained everything to me, along with Mrs. Pearce sitting right next to me, staring down my responses and analyzing them. My interview and inquisition ended, and I was finally able to breathe for awhile. The election went on, and the Seniors voted at lunch. I was told the winners of the election would be announced during the last 5 minutes of 7th period. Sure enough, they were.

I am the new Associative Student Body Vice President of El Molino High School.

I was very excited, but for the purpose of not humiliating or hurting any of the other candidates feelings, I kept my emotions concealed. I ran roughly 7 seconds faster a lap during track practice.

When I got home from Track, I went over to the church and did that cleaning of the sanctuary I talked about. Before the cleaning however, I talked to Merlin, and we agreed that he was going to come over before swing dancing, that I'd give him a ride, and that after swing dancing I would spend the night at his house. We didn't go into big details or anything. Sure enough, when I got home from the church, there he was sitting on my bed. I was surprised to see his brother sitting in the chair though. Apparently he wanted to try out swing dancing, and I think he had a pretty good time.

Swing dancing in itself was an adventure. I wasn't dancing all that well, at least I don't think I was, but a lot of really good things happened. At the beginning of the night, I was approached by David (the lead's dance instructor), who asked the person next to me (Lanie, who dances Lindy) if I was any good at dancing. I thought it was a bit of a blunt question, but Lanie told him that I should be Lindy Hopping already, and that I am an excellent lead. He gave me some information, and I am going to be given some private dance lessons so that I can be rushed through beginning, and into intermediate Lindy Hop. It was pretty darned exciting, but it'll cost about $40-50 dollars for the four-five weeks of lessons and the private tutoring. I'm still excited, regardless of the cost.

During the middle of the night (fashionably late), Liz arrived with Amanda. Or Amanda arrived with Liz, either way you want to look at it. Liz pulled me outside and told me the results of her cancer treatment. I was so excited I grabbed her and spun her around and kissed her. She's cleared of cancer. It's really a miracle to live through malignant brain cancer after being given a death sentence. Maybe I should start to believe even more. Thank you God, thank you so much . . .

The night went on, and I went and spent the night at Merlin's house. I've said it a bunch probably, but Merlin really is an awesome friend. We played games as is customary, talked a bunch, read information on the new Diablo II v.1.10 patch that's coming out in awhile, and then hit the hay. When we woke up in the morning, Merlin made French Toast and we took off down the hill (via Caren's Car - (Merlin's Mother)). Oh yeah, during breakfast I did my Trigonometry homework. That was pretty fun, and it was actually kind of cool to be eating French Toast and doing Trig. Merlin and I played basketball, fake soccer, and played on playground equipment, then his mom came by and picked us up. When we got back we played more video games, talked more, scheduled a World Gaming Tour tournament, listened to music and hung out in his room. I say, "Good stuff."

When I got home at around 5:00, I immediately wanted to take a shower. When I was out, my Dad wanted me to watch him fix the vacuum at the church, which had short circuited at the base and nearly electorate me. It was a pretty scary experience, but I don't really want to go into it in detail. I made all the phone calls that I needed to make, and actually got a long distance phone call from Liz, whom is up at her Dad's house for tonight and some of tomorrow.

The next few hours was a stress period, because Merlin and I had the tournament at 7:30, and I still had a bunch of things I wanted to do. My mom failed on planning dinner timing correctly, and meant for it to be an hour earlier than it actually was, which just made the timing even worse. We had dinner at 7:10, which was a rush for 7:30. Luckily, the tournament never started, and it will be held next week at a more convenient time. I went over and finished up the church before all those things happened. (You can tell I have a lot to say when my writing skips around like this and isn't very orderly). So yes, I cleaned the church for another hour and a half (the remaining, unvacuumed rooms), then I went and had dinner back at the house.

After dinner, Merlin and I played a few good games of Starcraft, although none of them were really all that good for me except the first one. We met some really good gamers from "Clan Esulian". Hopefully we'll stay in touch because they whomped us in a 2v2 game and we could actually use the practice versus some respectable gamers. There comes a point when a person wins consistently and all it does is make his opponents better and himself worse. That's what was happening with me and Merlin. Perhaps we've found a challenge.

I've been writing for a long time now, and I feel like getting some dessert. It's time to celebrate.

Take care my friends.

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