Thursday, August 27, 2009
I joined the swim team. I hate it and I love it. I have a two hour practice (for the second time today) in half an hour. I'm so, so tired. I don't want to go. All the girls are really nice, but... I don't know. I feel awkward with them. There's no reason whatsoever for me to feel uncomfortable, but I do. Then again, I've always kind of been like that. Eh, whatever. It doesn't really matter.
I've been teaching myself to play guitar. I'm in love. I can't stop practicing. It's just so fun, and I feel... I don't know. Cool, happy, at peace. My guitar is my baby. (:
So, Tyler said I have no standrds. That hurt. A lot. All because of stupid Josh H. and his car. It was only once and it was a long, long time ago. He just found out, and with his temper, he freaked. Luckily, Zac was much more understanding and comforting. I love Zac. But me and Tyler have been having issues since then, and it sucks. But it's not like we're fighting. More so, we're just not close. I used to always say, "I love you," before I hung up or got out of his car. Not anymore. He used to want to hang out with just me. Not anymore. We used to be best friends and I could tell him anything. Not anymore. But I surprisingly don't really care. What happens, happens. If Tyler's going to be a dick about something I did before we'd even met, so be it.
Ugh. I must go. I'm off to run two miles and swim 1600. Joy.
Posted by Alex at 12:26 PM