Friday, August 22, 2003

swimming
Waiting for school to start makes me feel like I'm in the seventh grade all over again... on the swim team. I'm anxiously awaiting the whistle to blow. I know when it's going to happen, but the full force won't hit me until I break the smooth surface of the cool water. Then I just go and go and go until I'm done; no time to think too hard, just act; no time to pause; no time to look back. I just have to go. But I can't go until I start.

Why can't Monday get here faster?

you're peeking inside the head of biancasimone @ 1:39 AM

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