My stomach hurts a lot today.
My hands hurt too.
That’s probably because they’re raw.
I was boxing yesterday.
Maria’s hands look bad too.
I bumped my grade up in bio.
That makes me super happy.
Last night I saw Allison kiss a boy.
It was for the school play.
I love Paul Zielberman.
He’s in my chorus class.
An 8th grader.
Funny, deep in an odd way, great voice, and can play the piano.
I’ve been skiing three times this year.
Last time I went with Dave, Arlette, and Desire.
Dave needs to teach me to snowboard with Noa.
Maybe if I learn to stop, I won’t have to walk down the mountain.
I’ve decided English is a bad class.
I really wish I were in honors.
Besides the fact that Troy is in my class, it’s also first period.
The book is too heavy, and we never use it.
When we’re going to use it, the teacher doesn’t tell us.
Then we get in trouble for not carrying the book with us.
That is ridiculous.
I need to start running again.
2 months since I’ve really actually run a long time.
3 days until tryouts.
If I get over a 7 min. mile, I’m going to get pissed.
Just warning you people.
I can’t wait until the summer.
I plan on reading as many books as possible.
So that I don’t have to deal with silly people.
They make life too complicated.
Force of habit I suppose, but still quite annoying.
My dad asked me what I want to do when I grow up.
I’d still love to do that restaurant with Jaime and Allison and Allanah.
It will never happen.
I’m going to run a café / bookstore.
I will be starting off in Ireland.
Maybe a small bookstore.
I still love photography, but it won’t take me anywhere.
Like when my dad made me quit gymnastics.
“You’ll never be a gymnast in real life.”
I’m still really into art.
But I’ll never be an artist either.
I’ve been drinking a lot of water lately.
And I get headaches all the time.
It’s cold in my room.
I have a headache.
My hands hurt.
I want a hug.