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I've only ead over my notes once, and I already don't feel like studying anymore. I hate exams. My parents want me to study, but I don't need to spend hours looking at my notes! A few minutes here and there is just fine. Especially with english, especially with religion, and especially with spanish. Hardcore studying does me no good there. It's history where I need to study a little harder. Even that isn't time-consuming, though. *sighs* When will they ever learn?
Blah, I just remembered that Haffner said our next mile has to be under 13 minutes. I'm either going to be completely screwed or very lucky. I think my problem comes in when we don't do anything in PE for awhile except Rally Day. Last year, we ddn't do much PE Rally Day stuff. We had PE every day, so why torture us everyday? Instead, we did other fun things, like ab workouts and BUNS OF STEEL. omfg, that was the worst PE day ever, the day we did the BS workout (lol). All it ever does is cramp up a few muscles at the top of my right leg to where it hurts to move them. Ouchies.
But anyway, I'm a little worried about that mile. My lungs pretty much die after a lap of slow running. I can't jog. It's not physically possible, for some reason. But even once I can't run anymore, I can power walk until I get my breath back. But then my legs don't feel good enough to slow run, so I sprint down the long side and walk the rest of the lap. And the whole time, I'm thinking "why the HELL don't I jog or anything outside of PE?"
Answer:
1. I'm lazy.
2. I'd probably trip, fall, and die if I ran in my neighborhood (just like I used to on my bike) xd
It aggravates the heck out of me at school how people are always talking about how they exercise and whatnot. Well, goodie for them. They have lungs that actually fill to their full capacity. I feel like there's a wall halfway down. It's obvious in choir. Castillo always tells us not to breathe places, and it's almost always me breathing. I hate it when she tells me to have more air support, since as soon as I do that, I'm breathing everywhere, and we're back to square one. I used to have a good set of lungs, though. In 3rd grade, we sang Angels We Have Heard On High in choir. That's when Mr. Louis introduced the idea of stagger breathing. No one could go through the whole gloria without breathing. Except one lttle 3rd grader. *shine* I can't do it anymore, though.
Well, I finished my picture. I messed up one little thing, though. The dress is still a triangle crying Ah, well, it was only an experiment in posing, not a clothing thing.
I think I'm going to listen to some music and do some puzzles. They're addicting xd
AH, wait, no, there was one more thing taht I spaced on yesterday. It was totally weird. I was tripping over my feet almost all day, except in english. It felt so easy to move. I enjoyed walking whee
WAIT, one more funny thing. Okay, in choir, Kaitlyn was making a copy of a tape with her part. She was having trouble, though. Suddenly she hits play just as we're about to do our last warm-up. Then, we hear "Good morning, Paz." Everyone just busts out laughing except Paz, who looks completely shocked. Then someone goes, "it's Battle Ox!" We were dying laughing. Then Brianna came back and we had to play it back for her xd Why we call Dr. B "Battle Ox" is beyond me ^_^
"Under you spell again"
~nepie
 nepie · Tue Mar 13, 2007 @ 02:09pm · 1 Comments |
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