Another Suckish Week

Well this week sucked. It was just the first week since spring break, so it's not really a surprise for me. But it sucked more than I hoped.

School in general sucks. The first part that probably got me down was Wednesday's swim meet. I didn't feel anything at the time, but I wasn't feeling totally into it. I didn't get any fast times, it was cold, the pool and the school sucked, and I just didn't wanna be there. I hate away meets. I hate meets in general.

Friday sucked bad. We had a swim meet today. Meets usually start around 3:15ish. But today was a minimum day at the school, so everyone got out at 12:05. I was out at 12:05 too, getting ready to go to lunch. I was prepared to go to lunch with my friend. But the other sports didn't let everyone out at 12:05. Track didn't get back till almost 2, which was when I had to be back to warm-up. When they got back I was sorta upset that we didn't have enough time to go and eat a full lunch. I had 20 minutes to walk somewhere, get something to eat and then come back. Impossible. So instead we walked to a Juice It Up. Not bad I guess, but I wish the track people had come back earlier so I could have eaten something ><

The swim meet was dull. Nothing to add to it, but I did drop a few seconds off of my 100 Butterfly. As I'm walking back to my friends, I see my brother. My mom and brother came to see me. I, being the stupid one, don't go to say hi to her. So I just go straight to my friends. I'm sitting with my friends, and then my mom walks by. I say hi, and she gives me a look that just signals that she's pissed at me. It wasn't until then that I realized what I had done. I hate it when my mom is mad at me, but I hate it more when I KNOW I did something wrong. I get so stressed and guilty. That was on my mind for a while afterward. When I get stressed, I get sleepy. I started getting really sleepy. I'm still sleepy, but I have to stay awake because I want to talk to her about it and apologize.

There were a few other things that upset me a bit, but the point is that it was a crappy week. Why am I such a chicken...

The weekend will cheer me up for sure. Post later, when I'm happier.

Bye.