Today I resolved that I would not be the type of person to become annoyed and miserable at every rift in the log, every wrinkle in the dress, spot on the rug in life. A friend of mine was having a rough day. With the way she cried I thought that perhaps she had lost someone very dear to her, but later discovered that she cried so over school grades! I decided that I she could be like that if she so wished, but not I. I have bigger fish to fry than let myself go at every mishap. I learned that lesson the hard way and I never wish to forget it, no matter what.
I went for a walk last week with sam, and I saw the most inspirational tree I could have possibly spotted, I think. This tree bent over the path in an arch-like grace, giving me the perception that another world laid beyond it, and perhaps that is so. I cannot be sure. I have always wanted to discover something like that. The problem being, though, that I would never return. There are indeed some things in the mortal world that I count as valuable. Things I would never give up, not for a million heavens. I do not care what the church says about them, either. I love my family, for one, and I will not put them second whilst I still have them in my grasp.
Anyhow, I decided to draw this certain tree for my art project and put in a few things to spice it up. I can't believe I just put the phrase 'spice it up' out. Certainly it's too late at night, or something of that nature. I am tired.
Today sam again tested his 'Lilium is ticklish, I think' theory, and almost killed me, I measure. I was at my locker being entirely distracted with what I should bring to my next class, when HELLO LILIUM, IT'S ME, sam!!! He pulled the jumper cables while yelling something incomprehensible in my ear. In response I instantly screamed and turned around, smashing my knee on the locker door. I then fell into the locker, laughing uncontrollably. Of course he, laughing too, helped me out and managed to balance me. I ask him time and again to not test his theory around so many people, but to no avail. He finds it too amusing. Of course I realized he too is very ticklish...hmmm...
Track practice was killer today, but now I'm home wanting to run again. It is frustrating to be on distance. Today there were only three girls. The girl ahead of me can run like the wind, and I've no idea how. It annoys me a bit, because she knows is and uses is at our dispenses. Today we were made to run the cross country course before we worked on field events. I could not find the other girl, who is an average runner, so I set off with the fast one and two other distance running boys. She had asked me to come also. We got on the trail and I felt as though I had to sprint to keep up with them, which was absolutely killing my sprained ankle. Within ten minutes they outran me and I was alone on the trails, struggling to find them again. It makes me so angry. Not at them, but at myself. Why can I not run like them? No matter how much I train I cannot accomplish the speed and distance factor. It really puts me out. I eventually stumbled upon the other girl jogging slowly with a boy. I ran with them, even though they were very slow. It's better than sprinting and feeling like crap about myself.
Well, adieu. I'm off to make chocolate chip cookies and then shower and bed.